Curious Spirit Courier
Ferdian's suspicions

Ilham looked questioningly at Ferdian who was still silent did not answer. He really doesn't understand Ferdian's intentions.

"Sorry sir can be explained again what father means? So my dad owes me what he has in his receivables?"

Ferdian smiled, the teenager who was sitting in front of him is indeed smart to see from his behavior and way of speaking.

"Look, so,"

"Assynolt, Ham! Do you need rice with any oil?" 

Ferdian's sentence was interrupted by the presence of customers, he stopped and noticed Ilham who was swiftly serving.

"Sorry sir, just a second?" 

Inspiration asks that Ferdian's understanding be interrupted to serve the buyer, not just one but several. Ferdian commented on the smile as Some young mothers looked at him passionately. He is in a position to be seen other humans besides Inspiration. So it is natural that the buyers of Inspiration can see the good looks of his face clearly.

"Ham, who is that? I just saw it!" asked the young mother who was still looking at Ferdian.

Inspiration turned to the direction that the young mother meant earlier. "Oh, my friend, Mrs Ina. Just came by."

"Oh your father, saucy, Ham? Have a wife yet?" The other mother was curious.

"Wow I don't know Miss Rasti, wong sir Ferdian just came. Not talking much, want to talk mothers come." said Ilham kalem.

"Name Ferdian? Saucer as the man dah, clear!" Bu Ijah who had just been oh-ria finally spoke.

Ferdian smiled, he shook his head. It seems like being a courier has its own gift for him. Young, handsome, has everything. 

Aah, if only Ferdian could use it freely in the human world, he could be sure he would have many women. Uup!

Ferdian waited for Ilham to finish serving the buyers. In addition to providing gas and refillable water, Pak Hadi store inherited from Ilham also provides basic food and other daily necessities. The store is quite large, and fortunately Ilham often helps the father during life so Ilham understands everything related to buying and selling activities.

"Sorry sir, would you like another drink? Let me make you some tea or coffee."

"Coffee can be."

Ilham nodded, he entered the house for a while and shortly afterwards brought a cup of coffee for Ferdian and another cup for him.

"Aren't you tired of going home from school having to serve and keep watch in this store?" 

"Smuck, but I can't complain. If this is not the case, what kind of money do I use, sir? I'm thankful you left me this one with a pretty big store." Eyes of Inspiration looming.

Ferdian smiled wryly sipping the black coffee that was still reflecting the thin smoke. "So who's out with the vehicle?"

"That's Badri, I asked him to help me make a delivery of goods. I don't have a SIM sir so ask him for help with getting distant customers."

Ferdian nodded, he lit his cigarette again. "You miss your father?"

Inspiration instantly stopped writing, he let out a heavy sigh before finally answering softly. 

"Don't be asked if I'm the same father. Father That's everything to me. He was a lot of things, father, mother, and grandfather for me. I'm lonely every night because I usually like to tell stories before we go to bed."

The figure of Mr. Hadi appeared the most beautiful bond of the inner Ilham to him, crying haru. He stood not far from the seat of Inspiration. Swiping the top of the boy's head even though his hand could only touch void space. Mr. Hadi can't touch him, not yet. Thomas has not allowed Mr. Hadi to come into contact with Inspiration.

Ferdian stared at the scene of the father and son in front of him, he missed Great. 

"No need to mourn destiny sometimes runs inversely proportional to human desire. There is always a meaning to a disaster."

Inspiration rubbed tears that pooled in the corner of the eye. "Yes, sir, I've been sincere. Let me calm down there too. The problem is who the father's killer has not been found. I don't know why the police work so long."

"Take it, just hand it over to the police. But I wonder if there's anything you suspect?"

Ilham thought for a moment, the teenager then told Ferdian about the possibility of who killed his father. He also told Ferdian where he was at the time of the incident.

 One call from the consumer made him have to deliver several gallons of refillable water and gas. But surprisingly when Ilham went to the address, there was only an unkempt empty house that almost collapsed. Confused inspiration to call the number but only the voice of the operator.

"Where's the house?" 

Ferdian nodded his head in understanding. Ilham went back to telling her about her suspicions on the person who also worked at home, Badri and Bu Arum.

"Father once told the story of Badri was caught by the rich maning the other day and Bu Atun also borrowed money from him but was not given. When the father died, Mrs Atun had permission for two days."

Shortly after Ilham spoke, there came a woman in her thirties. Her face was quite pretty just that her beauty was covered with a dull and tired face.

"I'm sorry I'm late, take care of the little one first."

"Yes, ma'am, ask for help with the same cooking machine for dinner." A smile cannot be separated from the lips of Inspiration.

Ferdian captures the unusual movement of the woman named Atun. A dark aura was also seen following Bu Atun.

"Have he worked here for a long time?" ask Ferdian after Bu Atun comes in.

"About three years, the man used to be friendly but after remarrying he became quiet. I sometimes see Bu Atun crying himself right after work."

'I think I should pay attention to both of them from the other side. Both have strong motives for killing.'

After speaking at length, Ferdian resigned. He promised to come tomorrow. Take care of all things related to his debt.

As the night progressed, Badri came up with an empty tube and gallon in the back tub. Inspiration greeted him and helped unload the cargo into the store.

"This is Ham's money, sorry I came home last night because my son was fussy."

"Oh yes, thank you, fussy why the fever again?" ask Ilham while counting the money given to him.

"Yes, I'm also surprised it's been a week since the fever went up and down." 

Badri approached the freezer and picked up a bottle of cold drink that she had picked up quickly. He watched Ilham for a moment and quickly took out a few pieces of money from the desk drawer. So fast that Ilham was not suspicious at all. 

Ferdian smiled mockingly, he was behind the veil of an invisible choosing dimension to monitor Badri and Bu Atun.

"Huh, act like a rotten hearted angel!"

"Well the money? If I leave Ham, tomorrow after the day shift I'm here again."

"The money is right, thank you for helping me. It's today's wages, and there's very little to help convert to Ami's deck."

Ilham slipped some more money on Badri, the man initially refused but then he accepted it because Ilham forced.

Ferdian clucked in annoyance, seeing Badri's sickening behavior for him. "Sy base! There are human models like this, helped even do not know the benefits!"

"Mas Ilham, I go home first huh. That ungkepan chicken I've stored in a white box in the refrigerator, dried potatoes the same anchovy beans already in a jar of mas." Ms. Atun came out of the house while carrying Ilham's clothes to be ironed.

"Yes ma'am thank you, have you brought a side dish for Mom's house?" ask Ilham without looking at Bu Atun.

"Udah mas, thank you. I'll go home first."

"Eh Ma'am wait, this is for me."

Ilham held out a white envelope to Ms. Atun. Bu Atun's face instantly changed, he looked at the teenage boy. His eyes shadowed but quickly Atun replied. 

"Thank you," Atun stepped up quickly and disappeared in the dark of the night.

Inspiration looked at the young lady who was now disappearing he sighed while shaking his head.

"Bu Atun is weird really, why do you always give him money every certain date."

Ferdian was astonished by this, staring at the large book that was still wide open at the table of Inspiration. He was surprised by the amount given.

"One million? That's pretty much, suspicious. What's going on between Bu Atun and Mr. Hadi."