Mystery of Death in School
Jia's diary

Clara stared sadly at those who took her best friend away for good.

Rahma fell unconscious, she could not afford to lose her only child, the residents brought Rahma into the room.

Clara sat on the porch crying sobbing, today she really lost her best friend.

"Son Clara" a grandmother in her 80s sits next to Clara.

Clara looked up at the face of the grandmother who was smiling sweetly towards her.

"Grandmother, grandmother why did Jia have to leave Clara, why did she not say anything before if there was a bad person who stalked her life" cried Clara scattered into the arms of Grandma Sumbi who is Jia's grandmother, he was also the one who had been taking care of Jia when Jia's parents were in Malaysia.

"Jia never told me anything about grandma, grandma was also surprised to hear she was found dead" Grandpa Sumbi rubbed Clara's vibrating back, and said, here Clara is also equally hit because of the loss of Jia.

Clara cried bitterly, in the arms of the grasshopper she could spill all her sorrow.

Nek Sumbi let Clara cry until satisfied in his arms.

"Son Clara don't cry anymore, Jia is now calm in nature there, you should be able to sincerely her" with tears that occasionally flow Clara lifted her face.

Clara's head nodded."Clara will try sincerely Jia nek, Clara will also find out who the bad guy who killed Jia, Jia said he was in the same school as Clara, Clara will try to catch him!"

"Grandmother wishes you could catch her" Grandpa Sumbi had high hopes for Clara, praying that Clara could catch the culprit.

"Grandmother Clara wants her, what has Jia been an introvert child for?" nek Sumbi thought hard, he began to remember since when his grandson turned into an introvert child who really did not like the crowd.

"It seems like Jia used to be like children in general, she changed when she entered high school, from where she rarely spoke and became a quiet child"

"What makes Jia an introverted child, does grandma know?" Clara tried to find out one by one information that she had never known before through the granny of Sumbi.

"Grandmother doesn't know Clara, because Jia never told anything about grandma, grandma also doesn't know why she changed like that" Clara sighed heavily, and she said, nek Sumbi who has been caring for and raising Jia alone does not know the reason why Jia became an introverted child let alone he who just yesterday knew Jia.

"Jia never told me anything about her, but she always wrote things in books, didn't know what she wrote" Clara's eyes sparkled.

"What book is Grandma, does the book still exist?"

"There is, the book is still there, for a while grandma brought the book first" Clara nodded happily, in her heart she hoped that she could get something out of the book.

Nek Sumbi stepped into the house, he took the thick book that Jia used to write, be it morning, noon, afternoon or night.

Clara picked up the book, she looked carefully at it, Clara opened the first page of the book, she could see the scratch after scratch of the pen that made up the beautiful and meaningful words implied.

"Story of my life" Clara read the title of a book written directly by her late friend.

"It's like the story of Jia's life, I have to read this book to the end, I'm sure in this book there is the name of the person who has killed Jia" Clara's inner hold firmly the book.

"Nek Clara wants to keep this book, because Clara wants to find out who the suspect is from this book" Clara asked permission first on Grandma Sumbi, here's also Grandma Sumbi is Jia's grandmother.

"May, you just bring the book, find it until you find out, if you meet the culprit, tell grandma, grandma wants to know who would kill a granddaughter" Clara nodded quickly, surely he will, he will not stop until the culprit is languishing in the bars.

"Okay grandma, Clara will immediately tell grandma that Clara has managed to catch him, Clara pampit go home first grandma, Clara can not be here for long" pamit Clara on Grandpa Sumbi who is the only person she knows there.

"Be careful son Clara, don't forget to play here even though there is no Jia" Clara nodded with a smile covering her grief.

"Yes nek, Clara will definitely play here again if there is free time, Clara pampit home first nek assalamualaikum" Clara greeted the back of Sumbi's neck.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, be careful son Clara" orders the Grandpa Sumbi who is very worried about Clara.

Clara nodded with a smile, her feet stepped away from Jia's house, Clara approached the car that was still parked in front of the house owned by Chinese people.

"Let's go home" mang Ujang immediately rose from his seat, while he was waiting for Clara there.

"Well non" Mang Ujang took Clara away from the small alley.

On the way Clara stared at the book containing the journey of Jia's life that invites mystery.

"I'm sure that Jia must have written everything in this book, be it joy or sorrow, I'm also very sure the name of the person who killed Jia must be clearly written in this book" clara's inner being was very, very sure.

Clara will keep the book well, she will not let the book disappear because the book is the only clue that can lead to the perpetrator.

The car carrying Clara stopped right in front of the house, Clara went inside the house and went straight to her room.

Clara who was very curious about the book immediately read it, at the beginning of the chapter alone she was immediately greeted with onions and onions, tears fell to read the words contained in the book.

Clara now realizes that her friend is quite depressed because away from her parents, she who still has both parents who are always by her side feels very lucky.

Clara read the book incessantly, each chapter was a lot of tears, just because reading the book Clara did not go out of the room at all, he was very curious what were the obstacles in his best friend's life, even Clara was not aware at all that the day had stopped being dark.