Curious Spirit Courier
Approaching Inspiration

Ferdian waited for the right moment to approach Ilham, the teenager's footsteps were fast enough that in a matter of minutes he almost reached his home. Ferdian is approaching.

Inspiration soon entered the house, while Ferdian chose to stand watching from across the house. Ferdian deliberately positioned himself on the side of the supernatural dimension, so that his presence did not make anyone suspicious. Ilham opened the rolling door, removing a motor vehicle that has been specially modified to facilitate transporting gallons of water and gas cylinders.

Ferdian is still in observing mode. Inspiration deftly brings a few gallons ready to be delivered to customers, arranging so that the back of the motor can load a lot. Sometimes the sweat drips but he doesn't care.

"It's not a crybaby apparently."

"Ilham is a good boy. He never once complained of helping me." Mr. Hadi suddenly appeared next to Ferdian.

"Now that he's alone, I just wish he could live his life with that little bit of savings." The sad face was shown by Mr. Hadi, he rubbed his wet eyes.

"I'm sure Ilham can get through it sir. Ohya does he like martial arts?"

Mr. Hadi shook his head slowly, "But he likes to read silat novels and the like. Sometimes he gets carried away and follows the movements in the story." recalls the unfortunate old man with a short age.

Ferdian smiled faintly, he looked back at Ilham. The handsome teenager was waiting for someone.

"Does Mr Hadi have any employees?"

"No, I work alone. Maybe it was due to Inspiration's hassles so he asked for someone else's help." Mr. Hadi was curious about it.

The smile of Inspiration expanded for a moment, it waved at a man walking towards it. Ferdian suddenly frowned, "Badri?"

"Mas Badri! Thank God, I don't think I came today."

The man named Badri replied to Ilham's greeting, "When Ham did not come, you will be saved. How many not today?"

"Alhamdulillah mas, a little bit grateful. Was it off today?"

"Yes, already. Now help you, but sorry can't be long. Before seven o'clock I have to go home. If not my wife will be angry left late."

"Yes, it's okay. I have been helped around between goods I have been listening. Understandably I have not dared to take it far." Inspiration replied, there was a bit of disappointment in his sentence.

The conversation flowed lightly until Badri finally resigned by carrying a special motor vehicle that had contained gallons of refillable bottled water and also several gas cylinders.

"Who's that Badri guy, sir?" Ferdian couldn't cover his curiosity.

"Badri, as I recall he came to help me a few times. I just don't like the guy. He's too presumptuous, not polite and I don't like the way he works either."

"What father do you mean? Not polite? Did he ever do anything unpleasant?"

"I once pergokin Badri was looking for something in Ilham's room. When I asked him he was nervous and said he wanted to borrow a charger hp. At that time I was just silent but still love him to borrow a charger even though it felt unreasonable. Hp Badri and Ilham are different, especially the two also rarely chat."

"There's more to it?"

"She also slipped into the house several times, almost into my room as well."

Ferdian thought for a moment, "Do you suspect that he killed you too? The only person who has access to the house other than Ilham is Badri right? Besides, his strange behavior is also suspicious."

"I also thought so, too, a pity that my memory blurred that night. I just remember suddenly something hit me from behind and after that I was already in the carriage with Thomas and the others."

Ferdian tried to digest information from Mr. Hadi, Badri's initial conclusion was the main suspect of Mr. Hadi's death. It was reinforced with negative energy that felt strong when Ferdian came into contact with the exotic-skinned man. But Ferdian doesn't want to act quickly on assumptions that are still premature, he needs other evidence that is stronger.

The two fell silent again, watching Ilham who was writing something in the book. Ferdian also took the initiative to get closer and out of the supernatural dimension.

"Pak Hadi is better here, the energy of the father is not yet strong to be able to approach and interact with Inspiration."

Mr. Hadi nodded slowly, his old eyes staring at my son who was sitting not far from him. Ferdian also took a safe distance before finally appearing not far from the right side fence of the house Mr. Hadi.

"Good day,"

Ilham looked up, his smile expanding looking at Ferdian's face. "Siang mas, what's the need? Need bottled water, snacks, gas, or groceries maybe."

"I just want to ask for an address."

"Oh, address." Disappointed look adorned the face of Ilham.

"There's cigarettes?" Ferdian asked then who instantly made the disappointed expression disappear.

"What kind of cigarettes do you want?"

Ferdian then mentioned a brand of cigarettes that were seen in a small storefront. Inspiration to give the cigarette pack in question.

"Can I sit here? It's so hot today, find an address you can't see either."

"By mas, please. There's a cold drink if you want." Inspiration again offers.

Ferdian nodded in agreement and asked for a bottle of fizzy drink to wet his throat. Inspiration returned to writing in his notebook, Ferdian peeked a little.

The teenager was copying the order that came in through his cell phone to a book. A smile bloomed on Ferdian's lips.

"Rame my boy?" Ferdian asked after finishing half his drink.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm sorry for the job."

"Call sir mas, our age is much different later I look young continue." Reply Ferdian who again downed his soft drink.

"Oh yes, sorry sir. Habit, after all, is still called mas rather than father." Inspiration reviewed the smile and then returned to struggling with his notes.

"Yes, are you alone?"

"Yes sir,"

"I'm looking for Mr. Hadi's address where is his house?" Ferdian provoked an Inspiration reaction.

"Sir Hadi? Address sir?"

"Jalan Kerinci number 9A, he said his house was not far from the mosque. But from earlier muterin alley here why not find the mosque?"

"Let me see the address, sir,"

Ferdian handed a piece of paper from his pocket to Ilham. The teenager read it carefully before finally saying.

"The only one named Mr. Hadi and according to this address is only my father sir. But unfortunately my father died two months ago."

"Lho's dead? Why?"

The somber inspiration then reluctantly replied, "Killed sir,"

"Oh sorry, I'm sorry. I'm late for that."

"Whose father, is there a debt related to my father?"

"Yes, you could say that." Ferdian opened his pack of cigarettes and lit a stick.

Inspiration asked again after Ferdian lit his cigarette. "May I know sir how much is my father's debt or receivables?"

Ferdian exhaled the thin smoke of the cigarette, smoking it again deeply before answering.

"I owe him, and it's my job to make sure you get your rights."

Inspiration gasped, his countenance disbelieving Ferdian's words. How not, after a long time left by Mr. Hadi suddenly came a foreign man who stated that he had a debt to his father. Ilham did not know Ferdian at all, there was not even a debt record on behalf of a stranger in the sales ledger owned by Mr. Hadi.

"I mean father?"