Desmala Gralind
Accident

Cleaning the house has become a bi inem job now. He was focusing on cleaning up the dust on the photo on the nightstand with his duster.

Prangggl

Accidentally the photo of mala displayed on the nightstand fell and broke.

"The photo is not Mala broke" said Bi Inem. He looked at the smiling photo of Mala. Somehow seeing the photo fell, bi inem felt uneasy.

"Why do I feel so bad" said Bi Inem.

"Recent news, A taxi with license plate number BA 1122 AD suddenly plunged into the ravine, the accident claimed the life of a 17-year-old female passenger. The taxi driver has not been found until now. All the latest news!"

Hearing the news from the television Bi Inem was immediately shocked until he dropped the duster he held.

"It was a taxi that was taken by non-Mala" said Bi Inem, who remembered well before Mala left, he accidentally saw the taxi plate on his employer's son. And it's exactly the same as the license plate that the reporter mentioned on television.

"Yes Allah non Mala" said Bi Inem. He was not strong just standing right now.

"Non Mala, why is this happening" he said, not believing what he had just heard from television.

The house phone rang, Bi inem immediately ran up to lift it. He thought it might be from the police or the hospital who wanted to inform him about Mala's condition.

"Hello"

"Hello, bi. Mala's still home, right? I asked him to make anther files but not nyampe-nyampe. I telfonin number is not active" said Herman from across the phone.

"Master_" said Bi Inem who was trying to hold back his tears.

"Bi, bi inem why? how do you like a crybaby?" ask Herman.

"Non Mala tuan_ non Mala hiks..."

"Bi Mala why? don't make me worry!"

"Non Mala mishap mister, the taxi that overlaps into the ravine"

"WHATAA?!!"

Tut's....

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The taxi accident that just happened made the people around the place crowding want to see firsthand. Police lines have also been installed so that no residents break into the area.

A dead man was taken by police into an ambulance. Alisia and Herman just arrived at the scene. See the body that will be put into the ambulance. They approached him immediately.

"Sorry can we see the body?" said Herman.

"Yes please"

Police showed the victim's face to Alisia and Herman.

"Pa, it's not Mala, is it?" lirih Alisia who was shocked by the condition of the charred corpse burned. They can't even recognize their own daughter's face.

"Mala, papa's son" Herman said in disbelief. He never imagined he would see his daughter die in such tragic circumstances.

"We found some of this stuff at the scene, it probably belonged to the victim" police said. He gave her the wallet and cell phone they found during the evacuation.

Herman took it and examined it. He was holding a purse that he knew very well. His daughter's cell phone that Mala carries everywhere.

"Pa, it's the same wallet as Mala hiksss's phone.." said Alisia who could not stem her crying anymore.

"Yes ma" said Herman in a hoarse voice as if holding back a cry.

"Malaaa hicks..." Alisia hysterically hugged her lifeless daughter again.

"Mala, why are you staying in papa so fast" said Herman staring at the corpse in front of him.

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"Eventually everything is avenged" said Andi.

"What's the reason?" asked Rakha who had just come out of her room. He overheard his father talking to himself. His face looks very happy.

"It's very sad"

"It's nothing, papa was tender. Hence papa seneng" Andi replied.

"Ohh"

"Papa wants to rest first" he said hurriedly to the room. Andi knows that Rakha loves Mala. If Rakha finds out he caused Mala's death. It was not impossible if Rakha would hate him for life.

Rakha who does not want to take a headache. He continued to go to the kitchen to get a drink.

"Why then? I kept thinking of Mala from earlier" said Rakha monologued with himself.

"Try me on the phone" he thought.

Rakha contacted Mala, but several times he called, only the voice of the operator answered. What rakha can hear.

"Why not active?" rakha wondered.

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The next day, Rakha goes to school as usual. I can't wait to meet Mala. He wanted to ask why Mala hadn't picked up her phone. And also not giving him the slightest news.

In the classroom, Rakha just kept staring at the entrance of the classroom. He wanted to be the first to see Mala coming. However, Mala's bell has not come yet. Rakha had also questioned Dira, Haura, Zayyan and Affan. But they don't know about Mala either. Even Haura and Dira who were trying to contact Mala her cell phone were also inactive.

The class guardian enters the class. It was a question mark for the students. Because today there is no lesson schedule with his homeroom teacher.

"For children, today I want to give sad news from one of your friends" he said.

"What's the sad news, ma'am?" ask Dira. Meanwhile, Rakha still hopes that Mala will come.

"Your friend Desmala Gralind is dead. Because of yesterday's accident" said the homeroom teacher.

Rakha who heard that immediately glared in shock. He ensured his hearing.

"Who's Ma'am?" ask Rakha.

"Desmala Gralind"

"No way Mom, yesterday she was still the same as me Mom" Rakha said in disbelief.

"Mother was not making it up, Mala's own parents who informed her this morning. Mala had an accident while delivering the file of Herman's father who was left behind. The taxi over entered the ravine and the body was burned"

"Son, it's definitely not Mala" Rakha argued.

"Where is the body now, Mom?" ask Dira. As a friend he never thought he would be parting so soon with Mala.

"His body is at home, and this afternoon will be buried by the family"

"You must be sincere Rakha" said Affan who tried to strengthen his friend.

"Affan really, the age of someone no one knows Rakha" added Zayyan.

"My mother wants permission, I want to see Mala for the last time" Rakha said. He wanted to make sure that the body he found was really Mala.

"Today, this particular class. I asked the principal's permission to go to Mala's funeral"

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At Gralind's residence, Yasin's chants of letters were heard echoing inside the house. Isak's voice cries to accompany the departure of the girl who was just 17 years old.

"Be patient Lis, God loves your child more" said one of Alisia's neighbors.

"Hiks.. Malas..."

As a mother, Alisia will also be fragile when her only daughter leaves them forever.

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