SECRET MAURA
Irwan Hartawijaya
Day before.
Mr. Irwan got a strange call from someone.
"Hello, this is with Irwan hartawijaya. Who is this with?" ask Mr. Irwan.
"Wan, until when do you hide, do you intend to disappear forever .." the voice on the phone sounded softly.
Mr. Irwan was surprised to get the call, not because the words that made him stunned but the sound.
"Go home, I'm waiting for you, don't let me be here alone." Connect that voice.
"Maura ..." Suddenly the voice mentioned the name of his son, making Irwan surprised.
"What's wrong with Maura? Do you know him? Who're you?" ask Mr. Irwan.
"Hehe! I know him better than anyone, even you"
"Don't bother my daughter! Who are you, huh?!" mr. Irwan cut the conversation.
He was worried and afraid that something would happen to his beloved daughter.
Mr. Irwan immediately hung up the phone and rushed home.
Her night.
"Maura, tomorrow you still have a lot of excrement activities or additional subjects?" ask Mr. Irwan.
"Ga there's Pa, most learn to perpus with Maurice. I'd like to see Kevin play Futsal." Maura's smile looked spoiled.
"Yes, don't go home too late"
"Good Pa.."
At midnight that Mr. Irwan got another strange call.
"Hello, who is this?" ask Mr. Irwan with a slightly hoarse voice, understand the clock shows at 1am in the morning.
Mr. Irwan was sleeping before the phone rang.
"I know you know my voice, Irwan." The answer to the phone made Mr. Irwan gasp in shock, this voice..
"What do you want? Don't bother me with my kids anymore!" snapped sir Irwan.
"Haha! I just miss Maura, does she still remember me?" ask the guy.
"I told you, don't bother us! I've given you what you want, even I'm going as far away as you ask!" yell sir Irwan.
"It seems you misunderstood, the voice you know, not necessarily the same person you know, hehe! You sure I'm that guy?" there was a mocking laughter.
"Who are you?! Why does your voice look like her?!" the voice of Mr. Irwan was shaking.
"You don't need to know who I am, which you obviously need to know from tomorrow there's a surprise for you." The voice said and then hung up the phone.
Mr. Irwan's body trembled, his heartbeat racing with cold sweat drenching his body.
His eyes glanced around his room, then he thought back to what happened a few years ago.
The incident when they were still in Indonesia, when his late wife was still alive.
The tragedy happened in front of his youngest daughter.
The morning.
"Maura, you don't come home too late. When did you get back to California?" ask Mr. Irwan to his children.
That morning, as usual they had breakfast together before doing the usual activities.
"Yes, Papa" Maura replied.
"About two or three days Pa, wait to finish the event at Pa's office" Angga replied as he ate his breakfast.
"What about Dance, your sister?" ask Mr. Irwan.
Dari The eldest daughter of Mr. Irwan, is married to a man of Korean American descent.
Currently they live in Seoul to meet her husband's family and plan to live there.
"Sister is still in Seoul Pa, don't know when to return. Let Pa ajalah, let her know better and familiarize herself with her husband's family if you want to settle there," answered Angga.
Although he looks careless he is actually very attentive with his family.
"Papa has no problem with his decision to stay in Korea, just .." Mr. Irwan sighed heavily.
He is not too close to his eldest daughter since the incident in the past.
During the day, at the office.
The sound of the phone rang, at that time Mr. Irwan prepared for lunch break.
"Hello?" answer sir Irwan.
"Hihihi.." a giggling voice was heard on the phone.
Mr. Irwan immediately goosebumps hearing that voice, suddenly he remembered the phone last night.
"You still recognize my voice Irwan?" ask that voice.
"You-" Mr. Irwan was unable to continue his words, his tongue whimpering.
"See you later this afternoon."
"Haha!" there was the sound of laughter blaring ears.
Mr. Irwan hung up the phone and slammed it.
He was angry and angry, afraid. Well, rather he's scared.
Mr. Irwan immediately paid back to his secretary while leaving a message to him.
"Cancel all today's meetings and divert all other important matters to tomorrow morning, and call William." Mr. Irwan's orders.
"Okay, sir" replied the secretary.
A few minutes later, William arrived.
"Yes sir, is there anything I need to prepare again?" william asked, he's the chief manager at Mr. Irwan's company.
"Please handle all the work today, I want to go home early. There's business I can't leave."
"Well, sir I understand" replied William.
Mr. Irwan immediately rushed home to his apartment, waiting for his daughter to go home to school.
When the streets of New York are very jammed, it should be faster this arrival is interrupted by heavy traffic.
At that time Mr. Irwan was looking towards the road, there lined flower shops.
Very beautiful, he immediately remembered his late wife, who loved so many plants, especially flowers.
There is something that makes Mr. Irwan interested, in one of the flower shops it looks there is one flower that looks different from the others.
While the other flowers appear so withered as if the essence of the stain is sucked out and the freshness of the flowers is lost, but the flower still looks fresh.
Healthy with flower petals look blooming and flower color, blood red.
There was nothing strange about it, but somehow Mr. Irwan had goosebumps looking at it.
Like there was something with the flower, the daydream was scant when he heard the horn from the car behind his sign the road was back to normal again.
Arriving at home, he was restless already afternoon why his daughter had not come home.
Several times he called Maura but was not picked up. His phone voice sounded, the voice notification from his group chat.
This apartment chat group is formed by fellow residents to get to know each other or share information around his apartment.
Understandably, the average occupant of this apartment people are busy and there is no time to gather with his neighbors.
"Gosh, I hear there's an accident up ahead."
"Accident? What accident?"
"Said a kid got hit by a motorcycle, he died on the spot"
"I heard so, the state of his body is terrible"
"What do you mean?"
"For a man who gets hit by a motorcycle, his body shouldn't be destroyed like that."
"Ha-destroyed?"
Knowing there was news coupled with some of his neighbor's comments, made Mr. Irwan more worried. He thought about his daughter.
And when his daughter came home to his friends, he realized something was watching them.
A red-eyed figure, grinning sinisterly looking at his daughter.
......................
seriated