Srikandi Tanah Pasundan
Mr. Hisham

Mas Pras trembled, fear controlling him to the point of not being able to move a single bit. The pale and cold hand was like pecking it on the spot. Even talking has no power to get the word out. There was only a sound that was choked.

"T-please ... t-please p-pak!" He called out to the old man who was walking in front of him.

His hands could only wave, without moving much. Mas Pras' face was as white as cotton, he resigned. 

The old man who walked in front of Mas Pras finally turned his back because he felt no footsteps were following him. A little make mas Pras relieved but then what happened next was the old man was laughing out loud.

"P-pak, t-please .. han-ghost!" Mas Pras' voice was still stuttering.

The father was still laughing, pointing towards the back of Mas Pras.

"Opo mas ghost? Lha ayune koyok ngono mbok arani demit ki pie you mean?"

(What ghost is it? beautiful as soon as you say how do ghosts mean?)

"Eeh, c-beautiful?"

Mas Pras who was still frightened and half confused also ventured to look to the side behind him. The beautiful face she knew, was grimacing withholding her laughter.

"M-take Sari?" Then he looked again in the opposite direction.

"M-gold Doni?" His pale face turned a reddish tinge, mas Pras blushed in embarrassment.

"Diiih mas Pras called from earlier diem aja, turn pat even become a statue! Are we still toys, which are plucked into a statue?" Sari chuckled at the expression of mas Pras.

"You see, people are called tuh reply times even diem aja. Who did you think that was? A ghost?" Doni also commented, powerless to laugh at the face of mas Pras.

"Lha mbak Sari called him soft really that, cake mbaknya who likes to wear white clothes! It's got my goosebumps mas!" gerutu mas Pras was a little upset. 

Sari and Doni looked at each other and laughed again. They intend to pras mas. 

"Just called that I'm afraid, what if the one who calls a ghost really tries?" ledek Doni on mas Pras.

"Yes fainted must be mas!" The old man still there chimed in.

The father was still watching the three, he frowned for a moment and smiled at Sari and Doni.

"Yeah, we used to hang out and stopped by my house. We'll have breakfast,"

The three rushed to the mosque and took ablution water because Iqamah had been proclaimed by Muazin.

The old father named Mr. Hisham was apparently one of the local village devices. After telling a little about their intentions and goals to look for Mr. Agus, Mr. Hashim smiled.

From the beginning of his feeling said the arrival of Sari and Doni could help the unrest that befell the villagers and also his family. Mr. Hisham knew Mr. Agus who meant Sari, coincidentally their house was also close together.

"Nak Sari same son Doni want to see Mr. Agus there is a need for what is it?" ask him a little research.

Sari kissed the strange gelagat shown by Mr. Hisham. There was a restlessness that Sari caught, from the look on her face. His hand tremored lightly, there was a slight deep enough wound on his right hand that had not healed properly. Sari suspected it might be due to a fall or hit by a sharp object.

"Mom, please make a warm drink for our guests!" pinta sir Hisham to his wife when they had just arrived on the porch of the house.

A sahutan accompanied by a longing of the head of a middle-aged woman sounded from inside the house.

"Who is it, sir?"

Mr. Hisham's wife just smiled at Sari and disappeared into the house again, preparing drinks for her husband's guests.

"Son Doni breakfast here first yes, before going to the house of Mr. Agus. Later let my son who nyusulin Pak Agus let come here." Hisham asked expectantly.

There is pressure that Sari can feel from the words of Mr. Hisham. Changes in intonation and gestures that are contrary to words make Sari a little suspicious. 

There was something he was hiding, something that made him unable to sleep well.

Sari opened her inner eyes, she was curious about Mr. Hisham's attitude. Especially before returning to the real dimension there were two people welcoming him and Doni while breaking through the boundary of the magical fence.

They asked Sari to be vigilant. The area that Sari came to was the territory of one of the famous black shamans, who indicated helping Airlangga. The one who met Sari and Doni was arguably the person opposite the black shamans.

Sari's unusual eyes scan the body of Hisham sir, everything is normal there is no dark energy in the body of Hisham sir.

Strange, what is he hiding exactly?

Mr. Hisham's wife came out carrying a glass containing warm sweet tea and black coffee that was still smoking. Also two plates of snacks, boiled corn and fried bananas are also still warm.

"Monggo must be drunk, understandably in the village yes this is the snack," said the mother kindly.

His wife sat next to her husband. Giving a glass of black coffee to Mr. Hisham.

"How can you, mas ... I want to ask for help with both can?" Mr. Hisham asked without further ado.

Sari, Doni and mas Pras looked at each other. 

"Help? What can we do for you, sir?" ask Doni astonishment.

Mr. Hisham glanced at his wife who suddenly fell silent and bit her lower lip. His face turned sad.

"Please save our daughter from the slander of the villagers! Perfect the death of our daughter!" he answered with a trembling voice.

"Huh!!" Doni and Sari are surprised not to be confused by Mr. Hisham's request.

We didn't hear wrong, did we? Feel the morgue employee!