LOVELY LAMINATINGRUM
CHAPTER 152 (LOSS OF MEMORY?)
Beautiful drifted towards us, while Ngot was following the person who was suspected to be Dimas
"Let's go upstairs, he's heading towards the top of the mas" said Indah
It turned out that they were walking towards the top, or towards the white villa, then where exactly was the destination of the person suspected of being Dimas?
"Mas Blewah, Sumirah kok nauseous mas" in a state of walking quickly to follow the person who is suspected Dimas was the road, suddenly Belewah turned into a woman
"Mas Mirah, how is this mas?" repeat it again
"Forget why the hell Mirah, am I so fast that you're nauseous?" ask the cantaloupe in a normal voice
"This must be because the cantaloupe mas Blewah yesterday came out in the mas, now Mirah nausea mas" said Blewah again with a female voice
"Keep if this is how maaaaassss" said Blewah again with the style and accent of women
"eeeheh...eeeheh...eeeheh...what is with your garden mas, why is he talking to himself and strange so" said Mr. Tembol after hearing the voice of a cantaloupe that became a woman's style.
"Obviously, sir, I'm a gengenge, don't get it, sir, he likes it all of a sudden. Kok ya ndakli-liat kumatnya sir" I said
"Ah cook him is experiencing mental disorders mas, indeed if you see his face, dreadlocks, skin, he is suitable to be said as an acute mental disorder mas" whispered Mr. Tembol to me while continuing to quickly follow me and the beautiful who was in front of us in complete darkness
"Already sir, don't ignore. It will heal itself sir" said Dogel
"This road will go to the white house, if he lives there yes, why he can go this way" muttered Mr. Tembol
In front of us Ngot was already visible, he followed about three meters behind the person.
"Son, it's better that person I talk to first, you stay behind me, just in case there's anything, son" said Mr. Tembol
"Okay sir, we're backing up dad from behind"
Then Mr. Tembol a little run to chase the man who is suspected named DIMas. The old man turned out to be agile when it came to chasing the person who was allegedly dimas. It doesn't take long, Mr. Tembol is already behind a stranger-faced man.
"Sir, wait a minute sir" call Mr. Tembol to the person in front of him
The man stopped and looked back. He stopped and waited for Mr. Tembol to arrive next to him.
"Well, sir, there's something I can help you with" said Dimas
Mr. Tembol stopped for a moment right behind the man, because the dark conditions might cause Mr. Tembol can not see the face of the person in front of him clearly.
"Sorry, what's his name?" ask Tembol sir
"My name is Haris sir, can I help you sir?. Maybe if tomorrow, I have time during the day sir, because morning and evening already there are those who book me sir" replied the person who claimed to be named Haris
"Where does Mr Haris live?" ask Mr. Tembol who now his voice turned more friendly
"That sir, next to the white house, I live there sir, because if in Gebang there is no empty land to make a hut, or an empty house that I can live in sir" answer the man named Haris
"Whose father's name if I could know. Eh, I'm sorry, this man is from where, because I never saw the canoean around this city" said Mr. Haris
"My name is Tembol, I am lost here, so I met until I was very happy. I come from Sby, and with our group to make camp in the forest there sir" pointed Tembol sir at the forest behind the white villa which is now destroyed
"Then we got lost when we were together on the way to steal the forest, but Alhamdulillah can meet this good person" said Mr Tembol
"Father with how many people sir?" ask Mr. Haris
"We four sir" replied Mr. Tembol
"Look, tonight you are in my house only, because if the night is dangerous in this area if you do not know the direction and destination. So you can stay in my house until tomorrow morning, how?" haggar pak Haris
"If indeed Mr. Haris does not mind we want to stay until the morning sir" said Mr. Tembol with great joy"
"Let's just go to my house, I happen to get some good money tonight, and I buy this many fried foods, you can eat with me" said Mr. Haris while showing his rather heavy bag
I wonder, why this person can be so good yes, whether Mr. Tembol wrong people yes, lest it is wrong people, Mr. Tembolnya.
“Let's just go to my house, you guys are my guests, so I have to host you guys” said Haris kindly
We headed to Haris' house on the right of the white villa from the front gate of the white villa. A simple house of neatly shaved wood arrangement, with a yard full of beautiful plants.
The courtyard of the house was overgrown with flowering plants. Kinds of telekan flowers and the like, that's all that appears on the front page of this house.
“You've lived here a long time Haris?” ask Tembol sir
“About five years pak” replied Haris confidently
“Where did you come from?” ask Mr. Tembol who tried to extract information from Haris
“I don't know sir, I'm just a person who doesn't have a permanent residence. When I passed by here, there was this empty house and a big white house that was on the left of it”
“I choose to stay in this small house only sir, because the big house is terrible the situation” he replied again
“Come please enter everything” after Haris opens a large padlock on his door
We went into a fairly beautiful wooden house, no furniture at all, only a shabby mat was torn there.
The floor of this house uses cement that is made flat and slippery so that it resembles ceramics, no photos or decorations at all, no radio and TV, this house is completely empty. There was only that one mat.
“you can sleep on that mat only, because in this house there is nothing but one cots given here. So sorry, you can only sleep on the mat until tomorrow morning” said Haris
“Before, I will put this fried food on the plate” said haris who went into the inner room
“Let's eat first sir, mas. Mumpung has not mlempem” said Haris while carrying a teapot made of blirik green metal blirik, and a zinc plate containing various fried foods that he had bought
They together sat on a rotten mat while occasionally enjoying the variety of fritters provided by Haris.
“How is the story so that you can get lost in the haunted forest behind the white house?” ask Haris
Mr. Tembol then made up the story as detailed as possible and brought up the supernatural as well, so that Haris believed his words.
“Hmm your story does not make sense sir, but still it can make sense if it is connected with the occult thing sir, all the supernatural name can not be predicted pak” said Haris while eating fried food again
“If this Mr Haris how can you know it is in a small city?” ask Tembol sir
“I don't know how it started, sir, all of a sudden I walked from the bottom towards this city. Here I also do not know what to do, except find a job to get money to buy me pak”
“Then you can get a simple and comfortable home this pack, even though only using oil lamps, because electricity is not connected here, but this house is really comfortable to live in” said Mr. Tembol again
“Like my previous story, I need a place to live and clothes to live before I find a job here. After I crossed this road, I found a big house and it was terrible. Not maintained at all, I obviously did not dare to go into it”
“Then I walked again and found this house in a dirty and dusty empty state, but inside were a few pieces of clothing that I could use”
“After changing into better clothes, I went down to the city to find a job, anything I would do anyway halal and can for me to eat during here” said Haris
Actually, the story makes sense to me, but not for Mr. Tembol who felt there was something with the person named Haris.
“I absolutely do not believe what he said nak” whispered Mr. Tembol after the one named Haris went into his room and slept
“Insting I said that there was something he was hiding son, and about this wooden house. There must be a certain reason until this house is next to the white villa”whisper Mr. Tembol again
“In my opinion, all this has to do with our problems in the past nak” said Mr. Tembol again
“I have to find out about this Haris and about the house next to the destroyed white house building nak”
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I apologized earlier. Because I was diagnosed with omicron after undergoing a swab, it is possible for two novels, namely the beautiful laminatingrum and the mystery of two inns will be late
but to understand the curiosity of the readers, I will try to ask according to the schedule.