Candra Kirana
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For the first time Kiran felt exaggerated when she looked at Candra's guilty face.

"I'm sorry, I don't think you're comfortable with my hands!"

"Now, don't be extended!"

You insensitive men! Does Candra not know that Kiran wants to be pampered? Ah, Kiran is too. Though they were separated only a matter of hours, but Kiran's longing for Candra was blue.

For Kiran, Candra's hand framing her cheek seemed to reveal that their taste was the same. But Candra always lengthens their closeness.

Kiran does not like to play guesses about feelings, she judges Candra from the attitude and attention given to her. Where's the mistake if Kiran big taste?

"Let's eat now!" invite Candra to soft tone.

"We're having dinner with your family?"

"Hm" replied Candra.

"Is my appearance appropriate? My clothes aren't dry yet, Mak Sinah gave this to me for a while!"

Candra slipped Kiran's messy hair child behind her ear. "Come, we've been waiting!"

"Can, you didn't answer my question!"

"You're beautiful!"

"Thank you for the compliment, it doesn't sound sincere in my ear!" gerutu Kiran not accept.

Kiran needed an assessment of her appearance because she was afraid of being disrespectful in front of the Candra family. If only what was worn was his own clothes, the possibility of being laughed at by the Candra family was clearly not there.

Another reason, because Kiran did not find a mirror in the house, so the girl could not confirm the look of her face.

So how could Kiran believe that she was beautiful, huh?

Candra chuckled but did not respond any further to Kiran's heart. He exited the room after reaffirming that they had been waiting for the others.

Kiran walked behind Candra with a stiff face. In addition to his insecurity, for some reason his body fur even stood up, prancing as if mocking his shrinking guts.

The dining table was not quiet at all, there were four people who were already sitting quietly there, all wearing white clothes like Candra and Kiran.

Yes lord, are there no other colors that are a favorite of this family?

It was nothing, after hearing the word pocong in the living room this afternoon, a little bit of Kiran's mind was focused on that kind of jumping white memi.

Silly indeed, because there is no evidence that indicates those at the dinner table are pocongs. They look like Candra, like humans. They were nothing friendly to him.

Kiran was greeted with a cold look and a flat face, then all ate together after Candra gave the order. None of them spoke during dinner. All services with the dish in front of him. Tumpeng rice with chicken shackles made by Mak Sinah.

"This is Kiran, she's my friend!" candra said firmly, telling with pressure a threat on her brothers. "No one dares to interrupt!"

No one commented, they just stared at Kiran at a glance and nodded as a sign of understanding. Kiran was suddenly clumsy, she also just nodded with an awkward smile as an introduction.

"What the hell, Can!" kiran protests after all the Candra brothers leave the dining table. They simultaneously went to their own rooms. Not paying attention to Kiran's presence there.

Candra smiled coldly, "I don't want anyone to fad at you! Sometimes they're ignorant if there's someone new."

"Where's your dad?" ask Kiran curiously. "Not coming to dinner?"

"Father dinner is the same guest in the back," explains Candra briefly. "Have you finished eating?"

"We're hanging out on the porch, yuk! There's something I want to tell you" Kiran asked while washing her hands.

"We're talking in the room!"

"Huh? Rooms?"

Goody! This one young man started to like the two in the room, I don't want to be responsible if the third one is a demon. Playing rooms for unofficial couples is very dangerous. More so than playing house.

"Teras are too cold, Kiran! You can catch a cold in the night air!"

"Trust me, the terrace at night is not very attractive!" cajol Candra. His hand had now pulled Kiran back into the room.

"I'm still in the room!"

"That's it myself, if I'm the same story!" candra said confidently. Kiran must enter the room because there will be a ritual performed by her father. "Wait a minute, we need a snack and a warm drink for a chatmate!"

"Don't be long!"

Candra encourages Kiran to go inside the room while she goes to the kitchen to pick up what was just mentioned. "Three minutes."

Kiran sat on the edge of the cot, waiting for Candra to come. The question is more after dinner. Logically it seems not to face the oddities in the house, even with the Candra brothers whose coldness exceeds the air temperature at the top of the mountain.

Candra came carrying a tray containing two glasses of drinks and setoples of cassava chips. Put it on the table, then pull the chair so that it can sit near Kiran.

"What story do you want?" ask Candra enthusiastically.

Kiran let out a heavy breath, "I don't know where to start!"

"Drink first to relax," said Candra while thrusting a cup filled with reddish liquid.

Kiran accepted and took a slow sip. "You really like to drink this spice tea?"

"Hm, let's tell you now!" Candra waited as she stared inside the two Kiran beads who also noticed her intensely.

"Can ... Your father was the mountain's caretaker?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

"I heard your father's guests asked for wealth, and then they talked the same pocong tumbala."

"Didn't you hear me wrong?"

"I was on the porch earlier, I didn't mean to nguping, I heard that there was no intentional element, Can! People's ends!"

"It's my guest's business, it's none of your business, right?"

Kiran replied in an irritated tone, "It's none of my business, but I'm afraid to hear it! It is not human to sacrifice people to accelerate wealth. Kill it's name, break the law, crime!"

"Trus?"

"We're reporting to the police, Can!"

"Can you prove it?"

"I heard it with my ears!"

"Aren't you recording?"

Kiran looked at Candra with a stupid face, without any accurate proof how could she bring such a case to the police?

Frustrated Kiran spent her drink, "But why are you quiet, Can? Your father was involved in that …."

"Listen Kiran, the father's job was only as an intermediary for those who needed help. If they can relate themselves to the one who gives you the wealth, don't you?"

Kiran was pensive, dizzy with the sentence she had just heard. Worrying between wanting to blame or justify Candra's reasons. "But why would your father want to help such a heinous thing?"

"That's not from dad, Kiran! Once again I explained that the father only told his guests what to do to get wealth with the delivery system!"

Kiran's mind still did not accept Candra's explanation. "Okay, is it true that your father was the middleman for the pocong?"

"Yes," replied Candra calmly, smiling sweetly without removing the eye link with Kiran. "But you don't have to say it to others! Forget everything you've ever heard in the living room."

Kiran also smiled sweetly and nodded confidently. There's still a lot to know about the pesugihan. The question had also been neatly arranged, but he suddenly forgot what he had heard in the living room earlier this afternoon. Damnit damnit!

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