Mystery of Grandma's House
Search for traces

That afternoon I was planning to pick up the cute midwife uh. Half an hour from his house to the polindes where he worked all this time. Serving for the village community without expecting great rewards. Only sincerity can be an antidote.

Upon my arrival at that place, I got a good welcome directly from the sweet smile of the midwife who has been my nurse for a few days. A sweet smile on the cheeks that are reddish because the heat of the sun makes me rustle. His friends are also the same age as him but the charm of a Wulan is indeed extraordinary.

"Tuh no one else picked up cama candidate cuami tuh,". Tempt one of his friends.

"Hissshh, what the hell, I had to know!,". His grunt.

"Woy freak, come on! Wanna go home? Or walk,". I was upset because he didn't get out of the place where he was standing.

"Yes yes,". He said ketus, his face looks so red, very sweet.

We finally went home with our own thoughts. Quietly watching each other from the rearview mirror. Romances

Eh.kok so like to see the Wulan yes me, duh ayu how, later on the stamp Playboy dong me. does have two wives at once. Ah, it's not possible either. Do they want in honey, hehehe has never dated eh once Nemu directly two people, the fate of tamvan people! My mind is at war in monologue

"When you smile?!,". Sergey Wulan.

"Drug,". Answer's short.

"Can't!,". Ketus reply.

"Would you worship?,". Ask wonder.

"Don't smile at random people let alone the girls here,". The answer.

"Why are girls here dangerous?,". Ask again.

"Later I can be jealous of you, hehehe". Inner Wulan.

"Iiihhhh is crazy huh, not answered instead replace the smile itself?,". God I saw a faint smile on his red lips.

One little peck landed on my stomach. Makes me grimace because it hurts a little. But seeing her smile makes me happy.

We didn't feel like we were at Wulan's house. There already stood Mardi sir with a black shirt and long cloth pants. He was waiting for me.

"Come so don't want to go to the funeral home?,". Ask Mr. Mardi while wearing his black pepper.

"So sir, I'll put on my jacket for a minute, sir,". I said hurry down and snatch my coat.

"Come sir, we're leaving,". My speech.

Wulan and Mr. Mardi look relaxed talking in front of the house. Like father and son.

"Sir Wulan wants to come?,". Ask Wulan.

"Yes, but.., but...,". I have not finished answering Mr. Mardi swiftly cut my words.

"What are you doing? Want to find your ex Andre? You still hope to meet him, you know Mr. Solihin is the adoptive father of the brengs*k?,". Sergeh sir Mardi, now his eyes turn to nyalang.

was it Andre's foster father? My inner.

" Anyhow, no matter how bad they are, I already know them, and we should have a relationship with them. Anyway, I just wanted to be sad, that's all,". Sayu shakily.

"You may come, but in the same bell as Mahesa. And I hope you don't act recklessly!,". Mardi replied with a serious look.

Half an hour has passed here, precisely at the house of the late Mr. Solihin who has been buried. Wulan was riled next to me, from her movements like looking for someone. Does he still hope his ex will return?

Feeling a little bored I tried to talk to the real person here who was sitting next to me. We sat in front of the closed shophouse role owned by Tarjo who is the nearest neighbor of Mr. Solihin. I want to investigate a little for myself how strange it is to die Mr. Solihin today.

"Sir, if you can know, um who about the one who found Mr. Solihin hanged himself sir? I really want to know what the hell the story is?.". I said fishing for a chat with the man next to me who turned out to be named Mas Wardi.

"Em if the first one found it I mas, there it was in the former cage of the deceased behind it tuh mas,". His words pointed at the back garden of the house of Mr. Solihin which is a bit not too far from this shophouse.

"I did not accidentally meet him. I went home in the mail and went home before dawn. My house is far away from the road. So I'm the same Tarjo through the garden just let me spit. The weather was really cold, because my pee keblet got into the bush. Eh fit again open the zipper, do not know I see there is a barren in the empty cage. Immediately my snake immediately lemes mas. I thought it was pocong mas, I was so scared Almost ran away at that time, I invited the Tarjo. It turned out that he looked up close, saying it was like a hanging man,". Said Wardi explained.

"Well, 'cause this slow guy's scared. So I had to approach the body that seemed to be stiff. Not looking at his face. Well I see with my eyes that Mr. Solihin has already exploded and his eyes are all white hiiii,". Imbuh Wardi's mas friend beside him named Tarjo

"Then we both ran to the big road. Si Wardi didn't tell RW sir's house while I had a motorbike pinjem to report to the police, so the story goes, mas,". Imbuh mas Tarjo's.

"Ishhh is not afraid of Jo, but alert!,". Kilah mas Wardi's.

"Heleh alesan wae you're in,". Reply Tarjo mas which greeted the laughter of the three of us.

"Hehehehe, Emang mas Wardi his house where is through the garden all?,". I asked full of search.

"After there mas, my house and Solihin mas turned to each other, just separate coffee and cocoa gardens only. Hehehe malem was not accidentally Tarjo wanted to catch up because it was locked his mother,". Obviously mas Wardi.

Hearing their alertness I salute them enough. It is evident that not all the people of the village are left behind his thoughts. Only a small percentage of the villagers do not want to change their mindsets. So they are the ones who make themselves lagging behind on the rapid progress in mindset.

Indeed, hearing their stories, nothing is covered from them at all. They really tell everything even if they don't have details. But according to some of the police I asked. They found an oddity in this round case. They found some rose petals scattered across the house Mr. Solihin.

Some people who patrolled also saw a shadow of Mr. Solihin out of the house and walked towards the back of the house. The men on guard were unsuspecting. Because he could just want to defecate because the WC in the house is located outside the house exactly behind the house.

In silence I thought, Even at the Kindergarten where Mr. Solikhin was found, there were so many L.E brand cigarettes. around the location and even in front of the house there are also still cigarettes that have not been smoked. But after checking from the bag of Solihin pack that there is only cigarettes Gudang Sugar brand. It clearly belongs to a different person. Even on the road in front of the house Mr. Solihin exactly found Putung cigarettes with the same brand with a lot of.is it possible that there are people who deliberately wait for the victim to let their guard down before finishing them?

And it seems like he's the same person as a prankster present in front of Mr. Solihin's body that is hard to be stretched stiff. I don't know what he did here to spend a pack of cigarettes alone because there are 16 cigarettes that fit exactly one pack and brand L.E., what does he do here? I can't imagine him casually enjoying, waiting for the angel of death to slowly carry Mr. Solihin's spirit away with the pleasure of smoking his favorite cigarette.

"Mas let's go home, Maghrib already you know,". Whine Wulan pulled my arm.

"Wih sampeyan jos tenan (excellent) mas, still young already have a beautiful bini. Lha this Tarjo this Sampek now still at home so weathered bujang, hahaha,". Say cardi nyerocos only.

"There may be mas I have a rich wife Mak attached to gini, there I can go mad mas,". I whispered slowly to my two friends this afternoon. The one who returned was greeted with laughter from the three of us.

"But like I'm not a stranger, rich people have seen mbak but where have you been?,". Keep wardi remembering.

"I am Wulan mas, the village midwife here, I am currently still on duty in polindes.". Wulan said with a friendly smile.

"how more beautiful tenan sampeyan mbak,". added wardi again.

After a brief introduction I got up. And across there right in front of the funeral home. Not far from where I was standing, the black car walked slowly and stopped not far from us, the two passengers got off by hand. And what a familiar face to me came down and held tightly the hand of a man.

"Juice!!!,". My yelling.

"Andre!!!,". Shouted Wulan who was almost at the same time as me.

For a moment we exchanged a glance. It turned out that our Shouts were together, making the couple in front of us and some of the guests in the funeral home look surprised at us.

Seriate...