SATRIO.
CH 128S

Pandji asks Mika to pull over and park the car near the crowd, at one of the traditional markets in the city of Jombang.

After a long conversation with his family, Pandji and his team were given permission to conduct an investigation in East Java.

Oma Pandji has a premonition that the dark power base is in the town where Pakde Karman used to practice. Although not in the same location, but likely will not get out of the city.

"Cock here, Mum?" ask Mika wonder. He looked at the young man who from the time he left that much silence with a questionable expression.

"We'll have a quick coffee, get sleepy!" pandji answered monotonously, yawned widely and then prepared to go down while carrying his small bag carelessly. "As ... find out the most crowded warkop visitors yes! We're just hanging out there!"

Aswanta cleared his throat and then issued a line asking, "Warkop ... coffee shop? It's me who misheard what you said wrong, buddy?"

Tirta replied with a witty face, "What matters is not a koprok stall!" (shake dice game)

Mahesa laughed wryly, "You used to be a city huh .. how can you know playing coprok dice?"

"Teacher, does my face fit into a gambling god? I felt cool like Chow Yun-fat while playing God of Gamblers," Tirta asked Aswanta who watched with his silly face jelly. "But I've never gambled, let alone been the bookie!"

"I think you look more like Stephen Chow!" sahut Pandji flat. "Smartial artists!"

"Hm .. You're right, buddy! So we're seriously going to the warkop? Not the modern coffee place we used to visit in the mall?" tanya Aswanta ascertains Pandji's wish before going to ask the parking attendant.

"Yes, all buy local newspapers some seeds that review many events in East Java, if you can newspaper yesterday and before also make reading while drinking coffee." Pandji turned his head towards the newsboy who was offering expired trades due to bad luck.

Aswanta actually did not understand Pandji's purpose, but he nodded and brandished his thumb as he stepped away. "Ready!"

While waiting for Aswanta to return, Pandji buys a market snack on the old grandmother who watches him endlessly from the moment she gets out of the car.

"Buy what, Cah good?" asked the old granny unblinkingly staring at Pandji.

"All, Mbah!" pandji answered politely. He crouched down to notice one by one the trades that should have been up from morning. Maybe my grandmother was unlucky this morning.

With trembling hands old grandmother wrapped and put all her merchandise on top of the tampah into a plastic bag. "Where's good going? It doesn't seem like people here."

"I'm the same friends want to go for a walk, Mbah. But do not know where the destination .. Mbah know where I should go?" pandji asked with a charming smile. Do not forget adab talk subtly to parents.

Elements of life belonging to the old grandmother look unique in Pandji's eyes, not pure yellow as usual, but rather reddish. Someone who has pure witch blood.

" … " Pandji nodded confirming, his premonition also said so even though he had not felt the dark aura that some time ago hung under the sky of Yogya.

"Where did it come from, good guy?" ask grandma with more and more wrinkles on the forehead shortly after staring at Pandji long enough.

"I'm from Yogya, Mbah!" pandji answered while holding out some notes.

"Well, the change! This is too much ... so much for Mbah!" Grandma's voice was a little loud as she called out to Pandji who was paying with excessive money.

" … " Pandji just smiled in response, approaching Aswanta who had returned from buying a newspaper and went with his friends to the coffee shop.

"Be careful, good guy! The south is a place of danger!" said the grandmother. A mystical sound that only Pandji hears.

“What do you really need, Pandji?” mahesa asked quietly. “What are we going to the coffee shop that contains only the fathers and market workers?"

"Especially if not for information," replied Mika kalem. "Isn't that right, Mas Pandji?"

"No," replied Pandji casually. Not caring about Mika who was looking at him with all emotions in mind.

“Then for what?” ask Mika curious.

"Listen to people gossip!"

"What's different about finding information?"

"We don't have to ask anyone who's there!"

"Then ask perverted questions on the street, buddy!" said Aswanta who had been listening to the chat.

"Many asking is embarrassing, Master! We will look foolish later" said Tirta, wiping her cheeks.

"A lot of asking makes people suspicious of us!" pandji answered, closing the conversation because their steps had reached the door of a crowded coffee shop. "So your behavior, we're in people's territory!"

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