Mystery of Grandma's House
Executioners!

The air is so cold tonight, probably because of the drizzle that hit the earth a few hours ago. Enough to make the temperature drop drastically. The distinctive smell of dry soil exposed to rain is still warm. Making the man with a tall body firmly look at a fat man's body that is still fainting.

Here they are, in the middle of a lush garden that belongs to the family of Mr. Solihin himself. In a former cage that he planned to tear down in the next few days, it became a judgment table for him.

The man fainted standing with his legs and hands tied, and on his feet was a tall chair on which the man was on. while his body is tied to a wooden pole that supports his fat body so as not to collapse forward. While his neck this time has been attached to a rope that has been tied firmly.

"Wake up my uncle,". Said the gentleman who brought Mr. Solihin came here.

Mr. Solikhin with eyes that still feel heavy trying to blink his eyes. His net seemed to be unable to believe who the person before him was this time. Although he also did not understand the events that had happened to him.

"Andre!! Please release uncle, uncle's hand is sick,". Said Solihin happy at the same time.

"Shut up and don't move much!! You could fall from a chair that would hang your neck up to break uncle,". Reply to the young man of the executioner, Andre Hermawan with a cold gaze.

"I don't want you to die just yet, I still want to talk to you, even if it's gonna be the last time,". Andre's little mind had the feeling of seeing the person closest to him should he himself take his life.

"Is this all you?,". Ask Mr. Solihin limp.

"Sorry uncle,". Said Andre who then put both of his hands into his pants pocket.

"That's how you son, kill an uncle who thinks you're my own son?,". Tears this time glide freely on both cheeks Mr. Solihin.

"What's your uncle's fault, son? Is it wrong for uncle to choose his own decision?,". Connect Mr. Solihin with a bad feeling.

"This is already an order from Nyai Kanjeng,". Replied Andre who was reluctant to look into the eyes of his uncle who had been flooded with tears.

"Fuck the sect, come out son, get out of there! It will only bring destruction to your future!, Listen to my words as uncle and father to you son,". Reply Mr. Solihin tried to persuade his favorite ponakan. Andre then approached the body of Mr. Solihin and opened the rope that tied the body with a pole behind him.

"This order is absolute, sorry uncle,". Andre said again.

Hearing cold words that seemed to have no mercy made the tears of Mr. Solihin again spill. The little boy she was teaching with her two children has now changed. The little boy who used to make Mr. Solihin anxious is now turned into a grim reaper who will kill him tonight. Moreover, this time his life only depends on the plastic chair in his massage so as not to hang freely.

"Previously uncle asked to take care of you, uncle would not be willing if you were put into the orphanage when your parents decided to divorce and did not want to take care of you. My uncle always loved you like a son. Uncle always tried to educate you well so that you are not like your father who is a criminal bandit. Uncle always remembers when you always asked to sleep in uncle's arms,". Mr. Solihin's eyes this time pushy looking at the man who had turned cold as ice cubes.

"Uncle always prays that you be successful, the child that uncle always carries and takes care of with all his heart,,". Connect the uncle with his broken cry.

"I didn't think that uncle had just wasted time raising a demon!!,". Hardik pak Solihin on the man he had raised with all his heart.

"Shut up!,". Snapped Andre who daritadi just silently sculpted. This time he walked quickly to his uncle's body. And once a blow he kicked the chair to make the body of the stock hanging freely. At first glance, a broken bone from the body sounded. The large body was automatically thrashing, his eyes had already turned white with pale bluish skin. Really Mr. Solihin's body twitched violently. The body was dancing with the angel of death.

Not waiting long, Andre without looking at his uncle's body he passed leaving a body that was still wriggling to welcome his death. Until the moment he almost went out of the garden he looked back at the body that had been hanging it did not move anymore.

"I'm sorry uncle,".

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The Adhan of Fajr has come, a sign of a powerful call to perform two rakaats worshiping him. I who have been awakened from last night feel a bad feeling with forced to stay up all night at the village patrol post, of course with Mr. Mardi as well.

After I finished the service, saw Mr. Mardi who came home from the mosque, his breath was panting. Looks like he's out muter-muter village. Seeing me on the porch while helping to sweep the terrace, Mardi immediately approached me.

"You...has...wake up???,"'. His shortness of breath made it difficult for him to speak.

"Sir.pak.. Szolje..,". He said while adjusting his breath.

"Solihin sir why Mr Mardi?,". Ask wonder.

(Innalilahi wa innailaihi Raji'un

early this morning

May his charity and worship be received by Allah.).

The sound of the mosque speakers so echoed in this still quiet morning.

"Well, did you hear that???,". Ask Mr. Mardi.

"Solihin sir hanged himself that you want to tell you!!!" Mardi assured me.

"Solihin sir Tono's father?!,". Shouted surprised.

I can't believe it's tragic the end of a man I just met a few days ago. What exactly is the problem faced by Mr. Solihin so heavy that he decided to end his life on a piece of rope? Does this have anything to do with the sect in the Sewah Tari house? This afternoon I have to go there.

But I don't know why I feel there's something odd about Mr. Solihin's death. Because a few days ago he said he really wanted to take the Hajj before death to pick him up. Why did he pick himself up for his death. It leaves me covered in a thousand prejudices. Do I have to investigate like detective Conon's fiction?

"Hayoo, brother daydream who's hayo?,". Said Rahma who was standing behind me.

"Don't tell me again how to get my heart, huh hihihihi,". Again with flirtatious.

Basic ABG, learn first there deck, do not just love only thought. Remember the deck remember love is not always beautiful adek, my inner being snobbed in the heart.

"Not on deck, you don't dream about anyone,". I answered briefly hoping he would leave soon.

"Yaudah Brother, mother said earlier, if later at noon ask for help to pick up Mr. Wulan. Motorcycle tire mbledos (exploded) he said because that rose most sins possible, hehehe,". His words mocked his sister.

"Hehehe don't do that, later the man horrified can take off your ear in your brother's jewel,". I chuckled at Rahma's statement.

"Emm, you have a crush on Wulan?,". Ask the boy who happened to be not going to school.

Uhukk uhukkk uhukkk

Suddenly the white water I was drinking at this time forced out hearing words like arrows rushing down my heart.

"Fix, sister has a crush on sister Wulan!, Rahma wants to report to mom ah,". Tempta Rahma while running backwards with the intention of meeting her mother.

"Eh, who said Ma Rahma. Duh even already run away, wow this could die me,". I muttered in panic looking at the already invisible Rahma.

You Rahma, who has a crush on the same weird but cute midwife, uh....

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