Old Well Dedemit Terror
Chapter 42. Thieves in the Holy Moon

"This is my first warning.If you're still doing it just watch out for taste! Come on Nyi, let's go home. Let the evil woman feel the pain!" nyi Ratu Mayanggeni.

"Yes, my lord," said the Wiwi apparition.

Before leaving the appearance of Wiwi meandang fixed face Bu Tita. The eyes were very blinding to Bu Tita's eyes because it contained a strong light so that Bu Tita could no longer look at him.

"Toll, toll, toloooong.......!" Ms. Tita screamed loudly.

"What's up, Mom, what's up?" Pak Haji Makmur who had just entered his private room was shocked to hear his wife scream for help.

Miss Tita's awake. His heart thumped. His mind had not yet returned to full consciousness, still carried away by the nature that had just passed by the frightening thing.

Warya also had to wake up because he heard so clearly the screams of his mother. He got up to find out more about what happened until his mother had to scream for help.

But it turned out that the door of his parents' room was closed tightly and did not appear his father was sitting on the sofa like that. This means that his father has entered his private room. He was not worried about his mother why-why although still curious about what causes his mother to have to scream for help.

But it was difficult to get it because the door of his parents' private room had been sealed shut. He went back to bed and went to sleep.

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(PoV Rama)

I saw the clock on the wall showed at 23:00. Kumenanti drowsiness soon arrived because tomorrow must wake up early to eat sahur.

But on the contrary, my eyes cannot be closed at all. It was none other than because my mind was still reminded of the words and behavior of Bu Hajjah Tita after returning from the tarawih prayer.

Yes, the words of Bu Tita who told me to stay away from her son Warya, the words that call Almarhumah Wiwi as a curious spirit, and ask to be returned the money of Rp 5 million.

This is what makes my heart so painful. If only the money was already there, I would have also returned it to Bu Tita even though I had heard clearly from Warya that Pak Haji Makmur released the money not to be returned.

This is what it feels like to be poor. I was hoping to raise money to open a shop soon. Coincidentally my parents house on the side of the road, strategic enough to open a small shop.

In addition, I hope my father can work in Pak Haji Makmur. But seeing his wife like that, I didn't expect much either.

I came out of the room and sat in the living room seat alone. I thought hard how to get the money immediately to be returned to the family of Pak Haji Makmur.

I open HP, look at the WA content of friends. Read in status WA Yati, a friend of my brother Almarhumah who is now in a loving relationship with me.

Yati made WA status, "Not sleeping remember eating sahur" she wrote in her WA status.

I smiled to myself reading her status, I tried to respond to her status in the comment field.

(Remember the sahur meal or remember the ex) I wrote with the emoji laughing loudly.

There was no long response from Yati.

(It turns out that his meal is still awake) he wrote again accompanied by a wide and hearty laugh emoji.

I smile again. Sleepiness gets further, complicated thoughts get a little out of the way.

(Yes dong kan again waiting to cook sahur meal) I wrote again.

(Pity no one makes sure, even though they want to cook a special meal) the answer is still accompanied by emoji heart and smile.

I smiled reading it too.

(Why haven't you slept yet?) tanyanya diverted the topic of chat.

"It takes five million Yat. Perhaps Yati has, borrow it first," I whispered inwardly. As for what was written:

(Why is it still open, the answer is definitely because it is not closed) he wrote there are 5 emoji ngakak.

Chat is not continued because I saw the wall clock has shown at 12:00 or 00:00, not good chat continuity is afraid of keblasan even though it must be a meal of sahur for fasting tomorrow.

Yati also accepted and thanked him. Thank goodness there is understanding. I am afraid of the continued understanding of his name again kasmaran.

Actually, I was in a love affair with Yati seriously only recently, precisely after my sister Wiwi passed away. That's because Yati often play at home may entertain my family, especially Wati who is often moody until finally Wati was invited by Yati to work at the factory.

When Yati came to the house, Wati seemed to have deliberately let the two of us chat in the living room. It shows Wati agrees that I'm a match for her. My parents, they seem happy.

"I still remember the goodness of Almarhumah" said Yati one time when he came to my house.

"Thank you for remembering my sister's best kindness" I said.

"Hopefully our family relationship remains tight even though there is no Almarhuma, Kak Rama," said Yati to make me touched.

"Yes, yes time must be cut off, let alone we are all together, all-RW," I said.

"Well, let alone you two looking sticky like stamps. I m not happy," Wati suddenly appeared carrying a water banquet and cake.

Yati and I just looked at each other. Yati's face looked flushed, blushed.

"Aamiin.." I guaranteed my sister Wati's words.

Since then we have continued to be in a relationship and promised as soon as possible I will go to his parents to ask for blessing through a proposal before going to the marriage level. Hopefully it will be done.

I didn't feel like I was sitting on the couch at 1 in the morning. I slept in the living room alone on the mat not worried about the misfortune of eating sahur because the children of Irma who had been entrusted with waking up the sahur would be heard.

I immediately went to sleep soundly after trying to get rid of the feeling of sadness to remember the behavior of Bu Hajjah Tita.

Soon I woke up to see the clock, it was 03:00.

Huh huh? At 03:00, it was not heard that the children of Irma woke up to eat sahur. Though I had ordered to start waking up the people at 2 or half an hour three in the morning. But it's not heard at 3.

Or not heard because I was sleeping? Impossible, the harbor they use is quite crowded and loud.

I wonder why the children of Irma did not wake up eating sahur, even though they slept in the mosque.

I also immediately went out of the house to look at the mosque which is the responsibility as the coach of Irma. I took the flashlight. In the kitchen I heard Mom and Wati have started cooking.

I walked to the mosque. In every house it has been heard mothers are cooking, but there are also those who look lonely may not wake up.

"Sahur, sahur, sahuur.....!" I shouted in front of the house of the residents who looked lonely while continuing to walk towards the mosque.

I rushed to swing the steps to get to the mosque immediately because it was so curious why the Boim cees did not wake up the sahur meal as originally planned.

When my steps approached the house of Pak Haji Makmur, my steps stopped because I saw two human figures were sneaking around to enter the terrace of Pak Haji Makmur's house.

I retreated and headed for the dark place behind the rambutan tree. My eyes kept watching those two figures who seemed to be committing crimes at Pak Haji Makmur's house.

It is fitting that the two men lurch to the terrace of Mr. Haji Makmur's house because on the terrace there is a motorcycle without any cover. Maybe it was Pak Haji Makmur's motorcycle that forgot to put in the house.

The two people who I no longer doubt as the thief seemed to have entered the terrace. I kept watching him. Both of them were right to approach the motorcycle and hold the handlebar.

I stepped in with no fuss of the place to be stepped on. Damn, my feet stumbled on the bamboo that leaned against the tree and made a "gloprak" sound".

I retreated again, the two people looked surprised and looked at me.(Serialize)