SATRIO.
CH 129

Cak Gondrong coffee shop is one of the few most visited in the area near the market where Pandji and his team stopped for a break.

Aswanta found the place after asking three young men besides the carpenter and the newspaper seller.

Pandji entered the front stall with a calm expression. When he told Aswanta to order a drink, they were the center of attention.

None of them ordered the traditional black coffee mainstay and characteristic warkop Cak Gondrong. Aswanta ordered coffee for Pandji and others by calling the drinks are usually sold expensive ala coffee shop in big cities.

"As, you attract a lot of people! Read that menu .. don't worry if the message," grumbled Mika annoyed. He impatiently went to the salesman behind the counter and the storefront, taking over Aswanta's duty of ordering coffee. "Sit down with the others there!"

Pandji looks for an inconspicuous sitting location, in the front corner with views of buying and selling activities and road density.

Pandji calmly observes all the visitors of the stall, most of whom are aged men and manual laborers. Occasionally, some women who enter and buy drinks with a wrap system.

Until some time passed, Pandji just sat quietly holding his phone while playing games. Sometimes his eyes glanced at the place where people were busy chatting, eavesdropping on their conversation with a bored expression.

Actually, quite a lot of information obtained by Pandji secretly, for example, some sellers in the market who do not come without reason also empty stock because there is no delivery of merchandise from the south.

The news of the deaths of many villagers who he said were stricken with the outbreak and not reported in local media because it is still under investigation that authorities attract the attention of Pandji. He sharpened his hearing to absorb more of that information.

The appearance of the villagers with a strange attitude had just discussed two people dressed in white with black peci. Pandji again eavesdropped carefully on the material while continuing to play the game, swearing softly because there was a soft sound 'defeat' coming out of his phone. Heronya lost because she lacked concentration.

Pandji saves the phone and sips the black coffee that Aswanta had denounced because it tastes not as desired, but Pandji tries to enjoy what is presented in front of him.

The young man with messy hair looked at his team one by one who was busy with newspapers. No exception to Mika.

"What do you get, Aswanta?" pandji asked Aswanta who was seriously turning the cheap paper back in his hand.

"News of official corruption, divorce of local dangdut artists and the latest culinary and tourist info," replied Aswanta with his eyes unmoved from the newspaper.

"Mahesa?" Pandji plucked the snacks he had bought from his old grandmother and ate them voraciously.

"Sports, property, politics. Nothing suspicious, all normal news!" mahahesa was calm, raised a little face then lowered her head again to continue reading.

"Agriculture, criminality .. The rise of thuggish action in the village, the weather is colder than usual!" Tirta read briefly an article published by a local newspaper that he thought was strange. He then showed Pandji a small piece of news, "Extreme weather?"

"How else do you read the weather forecast, Tirta?" Aswanta sewot because he has listened to unnecessary things. "On the quality of cold air and weather analysis was the work of BMKG (Climatology and Geophysics Meteorological Agency). It has nothing to do with the mystical aura we are investigating!"

Regardless of the Aswanta protests, Tirta read an article on changing weather conditions in one of the districts in the city of Jombang three days later. The condition that never happened before is still under further observation to find the cause.

Tirta opened the phone and looked at the location on the GPS app without being told to. "Far away, 45 minutes from here, south!" said Tirta stunned. "I suspect this is the place!"

As Pandji was pondering, he suddenly heard a small commotion from two scabby people who were arguing about how to cure strange people who might be possessed by demons.

Pandji turned to look at the two people to see what was going on, then looked out due to the commotion. He just realized, drizzling rain began to pour down on the streets.

Visitors who enter the coffee shop more and more, looking for a reason to shelter by buying a glass of coffee.

Not wanting more attention, Pandji invites his team to move south.

They ran quickly towards the parked car, blocking the water droplet that soaked the head with hands over the head.

“Are we going to the district mentioned by Tirta earlier,” asked Mika from behind the wheel.

"Hm ... sooner is better, mumpung not yet afternoon!" answer Pandji.

Aswanta said quickly, "Are we staying here later? Do I need to book a hotel now?"

"No! We are not tourists, Aswanta .. we are on an investigation mission, and we do not need a hotel to sleep. The distance of the city with the village we are heading to is too far, ineffective!" Mika gave an answer after glancing at the sealed young man next to her.

"Are you in budget mode, buddy?" asked Aswanta with a cry of disbelief. "You buy market snacks, hang out in classless warkops and now we're gonna sleep on the street like bums?"

Pandji simply yawned widely in response to Aswanta's questions that were not important to answer. He chose to rest himself on the way.

Before entering the dreamland, Pandji still had time to ask Mika. “You have driven from Yogya, if you are tired let Mahesa take your place!"

“No need,” replied Mika briefly. "Don't think me!"

“Alright, it's up to you!” Pandji continued sleeping, there was no point arguing with the stubborn girl next to him. "Don't forget to wake me up after I get to the place told by oma, the house of Pakde Karman!"

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