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30. Story

I didn't expect Mrs Diajeng to tell me everything and give me visions in the past. I was sad and felt excruciating pain, my heart ached, my soul ached, my body ached, everything hurt. What is this ? I have to what about a few things in the past, should I dismantle everything, so that I can return to my body? or am I just following a river that flows without rebellion?.

In my sleep I kept dreaming strange and bad, sometimes I was also unable to reach something because I did not have magical powers, he said, then how did Ms. Diajeng live a life willing to sacrifice for the sake of her only child, and her son even accidentally made her mother die off the hands of his own wife. Murdering cruelly to the mother of Diajeng in-law is not a trivial thing but this is an important case, because the child only wayangnya do not understand anything.

My instincts say, this must be thoroughly investigated, I must be honest with Mr. Broto and reveal it at all costs. But how I faced Asmirah maam who was a little mentally ill for killing her in-laws and always followed by the spirit of Diajeng maam. I was scared in the fear that confused me.

Every day I see Diajeng ma'am floating around observing Asmirah ma'am, and I don't know if Asmirah's mom realizes it or not. Eyes full of vengeance and anger ma'am Diajeng can not lie that he did not accept to be killed vilely and in the slander of suicide.

"Batara..do I ask you something" asked Batara who was accompanying me in the room.

"Whatis that? " Task her.

"Alright, let's promise the little one" he replied as he thrust his little finger.

Then I told Batara everything about what I experienced, Diajeng ma'am and all the murders other than about me who was Aca, Batara was shocked and scared by what I told her, but he trusted me, because he also felt a bit of a gripping air when close to Asmirah ma'am. Batara said it would help me tell Mr. Broto about everything, but Batara asked me to be normal and ordinary even though I could see the spirit of Mr. Diajeng, and I followed the solution from Batara.

At breakfast, Mr. Broto asked about my condition that began to improve and advised that I immediately report if I feel unwell again. Mr. Broto was very considerate and warm with his family. Ms. Asmirah gracefully kissed the cheek of Mr. Broto who was about to leave to sell his paintings, what a shady family full of warmth, no one would have thought that a graceful wife was a murderer.

Every day I observed the motions of Asmirah's mother, memorizing when she was rumbling with her anxiety and when she was normal until I could find a bright spot. He sometimes bites his fingers until it bleeds, it is a sign that he is being frayed, if he smiles and behaves warmly then he is healthy.

I started to keep my distance from Asmirah because I didn't want to have a fight that was either me or Asmirah, but I was always horrified to see the Diajeng maam who was always nearby. Sometimes Ms. Diajeng looked at me with a sad look, while wanting to be revealed that she did not commit suicide, wanting her son to know the cruelty of his wife. But I inwardly said, patiently ma'am, that day is coming.