I'm not Kunti
CHAPTER 32
“Not that kid yesterday, Din?”
“Iya, Del!”
“You why?”
“That's the boss, that lost backpack is on him!” Obviously Abdel. Mr. Darso was a little surprised. Finally Abdel and Udin explained about the backpack. “So his backpack is on him, yaudah tomorrow loe's men, I'm waiting at home. Oh yes, they have never been to my house, this address” After the transaction is completed, Mr. Darso approached Ramon who was drunk.
“Mon, Mr. Darso wants his name. Backpacks that you brought back then still exist?”
“Oh, that backpack. I forgot, Mr. Darso”
“Try to remember again”
That night, Mr. Darso finally decided to leave the discotheque.
On the other side. Shishil refused to return to the home of Mr. Slamet in the form of Kunti. He decided to leave the human world. But when he arrived at the funeral. Shishil was astonished. He saw that some people were throwing bottles of drink that were still sealed into the old well of connection between the human world and the demon world.
“What are they throwing away?” Shishil approached her stealthily. Shishil was astonished. However, at that time he also saw a car that was no stranger to approaching the cemetery.
“That's Mr Slamet's car?” Ask Shishil wonder. Suddenly from the car came out someone who immediately approached the old well.
“Where, have you sent all the drinks?”
“Have Mr Darso?”
“Yaudah, you can go!”
Seeing Mr. Darso, Shishil was astonished. What else when Mr. Darso called someone and mentioned his father's name. Shishil was even more astonished.
“Hallo Pak Jarwo, the drink I have sent, it is ready to take!”
“I'll be there. You just go from the old well, let all be safe”
“OK, okay Mr. Jarwo. I hope the demons who drink it will be addicted. Drunk and drunk. Hehe” Mr. Darso is gone.
Shishil was very curious, he approached the old well and picked up an unused bottle. He kissed her right away.
“Bau banget. What the hell is this drink, do not-don't mean Mr. Rt this drink. Pocil same Ramon should know” Shishil decided to go home to the residence of Mr. Slamet.
Next day. Shishil is still suspicious of what Mr. Darso did at the funeral . He felt that there was a mystery that he had to know.
”Oh yes. I want to tell you something weird about you two. But don't you tell me anything - who ya”
“Night I saw Mr. Darso again in the old well between two equal human demon world!”
“What's weird? He's kind of us”
“Gue also knows, Mon. But the first time I saw was not Mr. Darso. Maybe his men. Strangely enough again, his men Pak Darso threw a bottle of drink into the well. I think that drink is the cause of”
“Causes of what’an, Shil?”
“Causes in young people in the demon world many are on drunkenness, Cil. Don't cause the drink it”
“Yes too, anyway. Lately in the complex of my house also a lot of drunk, Shil. The pokonya is troubling, deh”
“Tuh, right. It turns out that not in the complex of my residence, all there must be a cause”
“Loe wrong see times, Shil. Maybe it's just the syrup that Mr. Darso sent to the demon” world Ramon said.
When they were talking. Mr. Darso came to them.
“Ramon, I no need with you. Can you come with Mr Darso for a minute?” Ramon. Arriving in the living room.
“Sit” Obviously Mr. Darso.
“What's up, Mr Darso?”
“Pak Darso wants it. The backpack you used to carry with you is still there?”
“Rackel?”
“Yes, Backpacks?”
“Oh that backpack, there's still Mr. Darso”
“Quick you take, it's a backpack belonging to Mr. Darso” Hearing Mr. Darso's remarks, Ramon felt something strange. Ramon went into the room to get the backpack.
“Loe why is it called Mr Darso, Mon?”
“Gue feels something strange is also the same Mr. Darso, Shil!”
“Any? Meaning?”