Desmala Gralind
Murderer

Mala is now in front of her house. The house looks empty. His parents still do not know about the news that he is still alive. His parents were tormented because they thought their only child was gone forever.

"Sorry Mala pa, ma. Mala doesn't mean to make you sad, but this is for the good of us all pa, ma. Mala does not want om Andi continues to disturb our family" said Mala. His gaze was sad to see his house which was usually filled with warmth now seemed empty. Even bi inem and Pak Adi have also stopped working in this house.

"Sabar ya Mal, papa mama you must be cool if you know you have returned and are fine" said Rakha rubbed Mala's shoulder. Rakha intended to calm Mala, so that she would not continue to grieve.

"Yes, thank you Rakha" Mala replied.

"Now what? you want to stay in this house?" ask Rakha.

"Yes, I want to wait for my mom to come home"

"But how? this house is in the lock"

"Usually mama always naroh key in the flower pot" said Mala.

Mala went straight to the entrance of her house. Check the flower pot at the door.

"Really?" mala said, he showed the keys to his house to Rakha.

"Yes, you really are" Rakha replied.

"Udah, now you go home! I don't know myself" said Mala.

"You sure? don't you want me to stop?"

"No, I'm fine"

"Yaudah"

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When he entered his house, all the things in the house began to dust. It has been a month since the house was abandoned. So it is natural that the goods in the house are not taken care of.

"I didn't know I was going back to this house. But with different conditions" said Mala.

Mala climbed the stairs to her room. Slowly he opened the door to his room. The atmosphere was still the same, nothing had changed in the room.

"I miss this room" said Mala.

On the balcony of the room, Mala could see Rakha who was parking his motorbike in front of the house.

"This balcony, here I can see Rakha continuously" he muttered happily.

Mala threw her body in the bed. After a few weeks he became someone else, it felt like his strength was quite seized.

"Superficial" he said.

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Mala woke up, she fell asleep. He glanced at his watch which showed at 7 p.m.

"I'm laper"

Head to the kitchen to see the food in the refrigerator.

"Yahhh empty" said Mala.

"Let's eat out" he said. Mala returned to her room to pick up her jacket, wallet and cell phone.

Just as she opened the door, Mala was shocked by the arrival of Kenzo's father and mother zavi.

"Dad, mother, what's the matter here?" ask Mala.

"Mother of Zizi's kangen" replied Zavi.

"Zizi also misses mother. Come mother, father, come in first" take Mala.

"Your house is big as well" Kenzo praised.

"Yes, yeah"

"Ohya, bring food for you. Zizi hasn't eaten yet, has he?" ask zavi.

"Not bund"

"Well, we eat together"

"Yes" nods Mala.

"Mother ready first yes, the kitchen is there huh?" ask zavi.

"Yes Bun, Zizi help you"

"Don't, you just wait here with me" pinta zavi.

Kenzo looked around Mala's house. He was curious about a photograph covered in white cloth on the wall.

"Zizi, what is it?" ask Kenzo. He pointed at something on the wall.

"Oh that, like a family photo. Because everything has gone so closed" said Mala.

"Dad can see?"

"Yes, I can" replied Mala.

Mala walked towards the photo. He pulled the white cloth that covered him.

"Gosh" said kenzo.

"Why then? how shocked is that?" ask Mala.

"You're Antonio Herman Gralind's son?" Ask Kenzo.

"Yes, do you know papa?" ask Mala.

"However, even dumb! let's eat!" zavi said when he saw Zizi and Kenzo were still in place.

"Ah yes mother" replied Mala.

"Come on" asked Mala.

"Yes-yes"

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The next morning, Mala returns to school with her old identity. After explaining everything, Mala's friends finally understand why Mala faked her identity and also her death.

Now Mala and her friends are in the cafeteria. They, as usual, talk about the latest rumors that are again viral among them.

"Oh yeah, you live alone in that house? not afraid of what?" ask Haura.

"What the hell, why?"

"Yes no papa. The house has been in residence for a long time"

"Ngaco ye Haura" kekeh Mala.

"But mall, didn't you call your parents?" ask Dira.

"Udah but their number can't be connected"

"Such pity Mala" lirih Haura.

Amidst their chatter, a group of schoolgirls passed by and stared cynically at Rakha.

"That's his son, isn't it?"

"Yes, you son of a murderer"

"Why is Mala still going out with the son of someone who wants to kill her"

"If I were Mala, I'd kill him"

"Yes, I don't know how ashamed"

The girls' chatter was clearly heard in Rakha's ears as well as her friends.

"Udah Rakha, do not have to enter the heart" Affan said.

"Wind the wind and then Rakha!" pinta Zayyan's.

"I'm going to the toilet first" Rakha said. He left his friends.

"I followed Rakha first yes" said Mala. And bewitched by his friends.

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Behind the school, Rakha was sitting on the grass. He was silent there, from a distance mala could see that Rakha was sad with his condition.

"She said she wanted a toilet" Mala said from behind Rakha.

"Yes, that was it. So stop by here jerking off" Rakha replied.

"Reason"

"Hm"

"Why? the same thought they were talking about?"

"Yes, you have no intention of killing me?" ask Rakha.

"Gak" Briefly Mala.

"Part of why the hell, with the talk is not important like that. Who know our lives yes we, they only know what they see" said Mala.

"But Mala, they really are. I'm the son of the man who almost killed you?"

"Trus what? if his father confesses the sins of his son also follow that sin?"

"Don't you?" ask Mala.

Rakha was only speechless with the words of Mala.

"You don't get discouraged like Rakha!" pinta Mala's.

"Mala" said Rakha.

"Yes"

"Thank you, you've always been by my side"

"No problem" replied Mala.

The entrance bell had rung, but Rakha and Mala still remained in their positions. The two of them put their heads together.

"Racha"

"What?"

"Udah bell"

"just go yuk!"

"She can't skip"

"Now can be"

"Jude deh"

The two chuckled with a short conversation of the two. For now, they want to spend time together. They do not want to be disturbed, even by the school bell.

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