MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 51: POLICE

Ambulance cars and police cars finally arrived in Pomegranate hamlet. At that moment everyone was gathering at Bu Dimas' house. Mr. Dusun accompanied by Mr. RW and Mr. RT welcomed the arrival of the police and medical team and became a guide for them to the house of Mr. Dimas.

“Goodnight, Mr. Herman .. Bu Chintia ...,” greet Mr. RT.

“Goodnight. Thank you, Mr. Saimin has reported to us,” replied Herman.

“Sama-Sama, Sir. Captain Yosi told me he said he would send Mr. Herman and Mr. Chintia here” replied Mr. RT.

“He's right, Mr. Saimin. Captain Yosi now rarely jump into the field. Both of us are always sent by him to handle any case. Moreover, this Pomegranate hamlet is far from the city and the road is notoriously damaged. Can-Could I gout Captain Yosi if forced to come here,” said Chintia.

“Yes, Mrs Chintia. Monggo, we go directly to the location!” mister RT replied while directing them to step in the direction of the man's thumb hand.

Herman and Chintia stepped firmly followed by a medical team and a journalist. After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at Mr. Dimas' house. Along the way, there were many people standing on the side of the road as if welcoming the arrival of police and medical teams. Though it was night, but the citizens were enthusiastic to welcome the arrival of the people of the city.

“Mil, saucy yes the police and the doctors? You see all the way to them,” asked Mr. Ratno who happened to be standing next to Jamila.

“Ah, ordinary. There are still more cute than them,” replied Jamila with calm.

“Oh yes? Who, Mil?” ask Mr. Ratno.

“Consecret, dong!” jamila replied as she stepped away from Mr. Ratno.

Mr. Ratno felt harassed by Jamila because the woman did not want to stand close to him. Mr. Ratno's heart was quite sad at the time. But, that's actually not the reason Jamila stayed away from Mr. Ratno. He is not happy with Minul who seems to be putting his heart with Mr. Ratno as well. So he hurriedly walked towards Minul. He did not want his friend to be jealous of him.

Herman and Chintia shared the task of gathering evidence at the scene of Mr. Dimas's death. After the two of them finished collecting the evidence, the medical team took Mr. Dimas' body to the ambulance using the gurney they were carrying. Ms. Dimas and Niko kept crying to see Mr. Dimas dead in a very tragic way.

“Where do I want to take my husband, sir? Bu ?” yelled Miss Dimas while hugging Niko.

“Mother's husband should we autosi first to know the cause of death,” replied Herman.

“Do not, Sir! Let your husband be buried immediately!” yelled Miss Dimas.

Chintia finally intervened to overcome that. The police officer persuaded his wife to sign an autopsy permit for the victim, saying that there could have been someone who deliberately poisoned her husband and that the man would have been breathing freely if Mr. Dimas' body had not autopsied. And also in order to be ascertained whether Bu Dimas and Niko are related to the death of the victim. She also told the victim's wife so much that she was also crushed and allowed her husband's body to be autopsied.

“Come, Mother and daughter also come with us!” chintia.

“Good, Ma'am,” replied Ms. Dimas as she slipped the house key to one of her neighbors to lock her house after the neighbors came home.

At around ten p.m., Mr. Dimas' body was taken by police and medical teams to the hospital. When the motorcade departed, soon the residents went one by one to their homes. The atmosphere of the hamlet that was originally frenetic was immediately silent. It seems they are still consumed by the issue of the rise of the spirit of Laras that disturbed all the residents of Pomegranate hamlet.

Minul who was busy listening to Chintia's talk and Miss Dimas finally came home later. He just realized that many people have gone home first. Minul looked around and he saw Mr. Salihun whose house was quite close to his house. Only two alleys. Minul also shyly greeted Mr. Salihun.

“Pak, can I come home with until?” greet Minul to Mr. Salihun.

“Eh, you, Nul. May-Boleh,” replied Mr. Salihun flat.

They both communicate very rigidly because indeed the two are not so familiar.

“Who did you hear from, Nul, about the death of Mr Dimas?” ask Mr. Salihun.

“From Jamila, Sir!” answer Minul flat.

“Ooo ... continue, where is Jamila? How, you were left alone?” cerca Pak Salihun's.

“Ndon't know! I think he went home first. He didn't want me to take him home through the usual alley. He prefers to go through another alley,” replied Minul with his chauffeur.

“Which why? Isn't it another way round?” ask Mr. Salihun.

“Hm .. he said he was afraid to meet ghosts,” Minul replied with a laugh.

“Loh, you're laughing? Are you not afraid of ghosts?” ask Mr. Salihun.

“Yes, funny one, sir. Jamila is a coward. I am also afraid of ghosts, but not as much,” Minul replied firmly while slinging his favorite red scarf.

“Ooo so,” replied Mr. Salihun while paying attention to the red chili scarf that was flicked by Minul.

In the heart of Mr. Salihun, he admired the way Minul dress which he thought was good. Red scarf combined with fluorescent green top shirt. It reminded the old man of his first love, Juminah. Juminah used to also like to combine the red color of chili and fluorescent green.

“What, Sir?” minul asked as he turned towards Mr. Salihun who was walking next to him.

“No, Nul. Your scarf is beautiful. It fits perfectly with your bright green clothes,” replied Mr. Salihun seriously.

“Truly, Sir?” asked Minul while continuing to walk down the streets of Pomegranate hamlet.

“Bener, Nul. Why am I joking,” replied Mr. Salihun.

“Thank you for the compliment, sir. Rarely do people who have tastes as good as sampean. Especially in this Pomegranate hamlet. No one has good taste in clothes. My friend Jamila is. Her clothes were indistinct colors. Even though I'm his friend, I don't want to say he's good at dressing. Yes, right, Sir?” cerocos Minul's.

“Eh, yes. But don't be your own friend. You advise your friend's plan so that his clothes are as good as you,” replied Mr. Salihun.

In the heart of Mr. Salihun actually does not like Minul criticizing the way of dressing the woman he likes the most, but when you think about what Minul said there is a point as well. According to Mr. Salihun, Jamila was indeed a bit behind how to dress. The clothes that are worn are too faded and the model is too simple.

“I'm tired of advising him, sir. Even if advised, I'm the one being advised back. Ah already! Well, Mr. Ratno has arrived at home. It's me who hasn't. Thanks yes, sir, already want to accompany me home,” said Minul with his chauffeur.

“Same-Sama, Nul. Uh, Nul. Are you sure you want to go home alone? Ntar if chased by ghosts how?” mr. Salihun said later.

“Yes, it's okay, sir. All I just sit with his ghost then I need to intensify with my big body,” replied Minul lightly. It looks like Minul can talk to Mr. Salihun. It's not as sad as before. It turns out that Mr. Salihun is quite fun.

On the contrary, Mr. Salihun also began to be amazed by Minul's rather outspoken manner of speaking. Unlike Jamila who is often insecure.

“If I take you home, how about?” ask Mr. Salihun later.

“Totally?” ask Minul.

“Truly, Nul. Come on, more nights!” bring Mr. Salihun.

They finally walked to Minul's house. Along the way the two joked freely at each other.

“There are many yes, sir. Already martial drove me to home,” said Minul.

“Sama-Sama. Oh yes, say hello to Jamila, yes?” cetus Pak Salihun's.

“What greetings, nih?” ask Minul.

“Salamualaikum ..” replied Mr. Salihun.

“Why greetings playin? I also send greetings to Mr Ratno, yes?” minul.

“What greetings, Nul?” ask Mr. Salihun.

“Assalamualaikum ..” replied Minul.

“Waaslaikumsalam ...,” Pak Salihun replied.

“Loh, how did Mr Salihun perform?” minul Protest.

“Lah, is it mandatory to answer the greeting?” pak Salihun Protest.

“Basic by this!” answer Minul.

“Yes already, I say goodbye first!” said Mr. Salihun.

“OK, don't forget my message, yes?” minul.

“If you meet a ghost directly sent, right?” answer Mr. Salihun.

“Pinteeeeer!!! Answer Minul.

The two separated and there was a tremor of admiration that flashed through their minds.

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