SANTRIKU STREET
part 35 ventrilouquis
Pov dalari
"Why did your face change so?" many of me were surprised by Heru's change in attitude.
"The si4lan pocongs.My uncle, the house is on fire. His son almost got killed. Fortunately there are santri who save." said Heru, his eyes reddened, as if feeling what his uncle felt.
"Sir Ujang?" many ensure.
"Yes, how do you know?" replied Heru feeling astonished.
"If you want to believe, who tried to save, put out the fire at Mr. Ujang's house.it was me, and the other students." I replied telling.
"Well, how can you?" asked Heru without believing.
"This is God's help, through our mediation.so it happened like this." I stopped my words, looking at the situation. Classes that are still napmapk deserted because they are still outside, or have not nyampe to school.
"What's it going to be like?" tanya Heru looked at me curiously.
After seeing a safe situation to tell a story, I also began to tell the incident that happened to the residents of Cikadu Village, starting with RT sir who came to the house of Akang Oman. to ask for help to help the people in his village.
Up to four Santri were assigned, to investigate first. To petrify the villagers.I continue to tell the events, and the irregularities that befell the residents of the village Cikadu, but I did not tell all, only the points of importance.except the story, part of the story, when saving Mr. Ujang's family. I told them all, no one was missed, so it made them both amazed by what we did.
"Thank you for saving my uncle" Heru said after hearing all my stories.
"I did not save your uncle. It was the Help of God, given to the family of Mr. Ujang." I returned all the expressions of gratitude, to the Deity that deserved to receive Him
"Yes anyways their citizens.they do not think first of all, play a robot aja. whereas Mang Ujang, the person is hardworking.he leaves from dawn, until he returns home at midnight. to make a living for his wife's children, but all of that is lost because of the citizens but not entirely wrong. Because if there is no incident si4lan pocong, maybe the Ujang mang family will not be disturbed." said Heru at length.
"Prophey well, ru. God gives trials and trials, not Beyond the Boundaries of the Being He tests." I answer to give understanding.
"Yes, once again thank you, maybe my Uncle hasn't had time to say it. Oh yeah, what did you want to help with?" tanya Heru returned to the initial discussion.
"But if you want to help, you have to promise first.you can keep a secret, not anything. This concerns a lot of people, when you can not keep a secret, it will be fatal consequences." My request gives understanding first, so that all the plans that kang Agus compile are not messy.
"Don't doubt our loyalty" Nawir said
"Really! And you should know. I, however, want to avenge the pocong treatment so-then. That befell my uncle." added Heru reassuringly.
"Well, does anyone know Dadun?" I asked as I stared at the two of them.
"I know, but not too close. Because it used to be in elementary school, I went to school with him, but he was quiet, so not so many people could know him. What happened to Dadun?" Clearly Heru while asking.
"I want to hear his voice?" Reveal me with great caution.
"Why do you want to know with his voice, what do you like with his voice, which can imitate the voice of women." explained Heru.
"Can't you?" I was surprised too.
"Yes, even though he is quiet, but his expertise is a lot.what else in the field of fine art and pentrilokuis.even he was a champion, a level 3 fairy tale reader in the district." answered Heru made me more interested.
"Wow, great." I said in awe, hearing the expertise of the person mentioned.
"Yes, but he rarely socializes, it's quiet. Why the hell with that daddy?" ask Heru getting curious.
"Could not, You invite him to talk, I want to hear his voice. Because this has something to do with the so-called pocong" I asked Heru.
I thought My task would be easy, just listening to the voices of people, but after listening to Heru's explanation, it made me think repeatedly.
"Keep you know what the real voice is?" I asked while staring at Heru asking for an answer.
"I don't know, because I also rarely, never even talked to him at all. I know his skills are told by friends who have been close to the same old man" explained Heru made me chuck the head.
"Why the hell are you, like, confused people?" asked Nawir who had been watching me since.
"Last night I peeked at the so-called pocong headquarters, which was in the middle of the graveyard. But unfortunately we can't see it, can only hear its voice." I replied giving an explanation.
"Continue the connection, same Dadun?" ask Heru who is still confused.
"Yesterday, he gave the same groceries as Fitri, until a large bag of plastic was full. if estimated it cost about Rp50,000" said I explained, because at that time. money Rp50,000 is very large nominal. when compared to our pocket money in school alone is usually only Rp1,000 per day.if the child of people who are upper middle class usually between Rp2,000, if the child of people who are upper middle class is usually between Rp2,000, except Nasrul's Rp10,000 a day is the same as the money my father gave me for a week at the lodge.
"Keep why if he gives a lot of snacks, the relationship with his voice." Nawir who still felt dizzy, with what I explained, so did Heru stare fixedly at me, as if asking for an explanation.
"According to Kang Arif. Dadun's family is just like us, less capable. Your time does not understand, it is very suspicious, when he divides so many groceries, for free." I replied giving an opinion, so that they both understand, with my intention and purpose to listen to Dadun's voice.
"Dude, hehehe!" said Heru scratching his head.
"So this is how we suspect Dadun, Well to prove our suspicions, then we must know the voice of Dadun, and the voice of the person in the cemetery is the same, do not you understand!" I shortened my explanation.
"Try saying from earlier, no need to convolve.maybe Otaku is not as hot as now" said Nawir who looks relieved, after understanding what I explained.
"Well, I have it!" ledekku while chuckling.
"What's the deal?"
"No!" I answered with a smile.
"Less asem." grunts nawir annoyed, followed by the sound of laughter coming out of my Mouth and Heru.
"How can you help me?" I repeated the question, after stopping the sound.
"Let's continue to talk, now we learn first while thinking, How to." Heru replied, after hearing the bell ringing, signifying the first lesson hour will begin soon.
Students who were outside also, scattering into their respective classrooms.and so were in the classroom, they tidied up their seats. moreover, this is the first lesson after entering MTS Nurul Hasan.
At 10:00. The break bell rang, indicating the second lesson was over. permitting the students, to unwind. After studying two subjects in a row.
Me and my two best friends, together, were scattered, out following the other students to the cafeteria.
After arriving at the canteen, we also took some fried foods, to be taken to class again. because when eating cantines, feeling anxious.afraid to meet with seniors, then we were bullied. We are not afraid, but we avoid problems.
When I was about to pay for my snacks, my two best friends held him back, not letting me spend money. Because according to his confession, they were having a lot of money. After being advised by Nasrul's parents, because they accompanied his son at the puskesmas.
"Let me pay. mumpung I have money, later in the future, I am not ashamed. when I trouble you guys." said Nawir, while spending Rp20,000. according to his confession the money was a gift from Nasrul's mother.
"So, are you given Rp20,000?" I ask a little regret, because I was only given Rp10,000. when I should have helped the Nasrul family, who were being hit by a disaster. but humane when people get more, while we do not, there must be a sense of regret.
"It's okay! You were given Rp10,000 as well, but you are amazing, can help save my uncle's family." Said Heru while raising both thumbs.