Story of Mystery Story
Mystery of the Missing Number
Andra was busy repairing a TV when from the outside came the voice of her sister calling, “Bang! Bang Andra!” He brought solder in his hand, and he went to the door of the room, in front of the room stood the Dawn of his sister. “What's Jar?” tanyakanya. “Bang, has the missing brother phone been found?” The dawn asked.
Andra's forehead is wrinkled. Indeed more than a week ago he lost the only phone he had, stolen people, but to this day there has been no news of the existence of the phone. Andra shook her head, “Not yet, indeed why?
Now it's Dawn's turn to look confused, “Lho? There was just a misscall to my own bang, and that's my brother's number,” replied Fajar.
Lho? How odd? Thought Andra, “Yang Bener Jar? Let me see the number on your page,” the door.
Dawn took a hape from her pants pocket, and handed it to her brother. Andra immediately checked the number that made the call on his sister's phone, and more astonished he when he saw the number was indeed his number on the lost phone. Never mind that just misscall is the perpetrator of the theft! After being sure the number is his, he then said, “Indeed this is my number Jar, yes have we tried to call back, if you have questions?” tanyanya, Fajar replied with a nod.
Andra walked in the front room, sat on the living room couch, then she opened the Dawn again, and made a call. The tone across shows the number being called active, but waiting for some time not to be lifted, repeated several times, remaining unappointed. Andra looked at her sister sitting in front of her.
“Active Jar, but not lifted,“ he said.
“Try in sms first bang, suspected maybe stray phone then it was not lifted,” suggested his sister.
Andrapun obeyed his sister's advice, immediately he wrote a text, the contents; he said that the number owned by the holder of the phone is his old number, he wanted to ask where the sipemegang hape get the number, he said, send that sms. It was a bit long until he got a text reply; the number got it from a close colleague, and he apologized for accidentally making the call just now.
His close friend? So the holder of the number is not the thief now. There was one concern going through his mind, something related to the thief, he texted again, the contents; I want to call, please pick up.
Without waiting for a reply, he then made another call to the number. “Assalamualaikum,” one greeting a woman heard from the number opposite.
“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Andra.
“Iya, what's wrong mas?” ask the girl.
Andrapun introduced himself and asked the name of the woman. The woman named Riska, living in a city with Andra, politely Andra asked Riska to allow her to visit home, there are important things related to the number now owned by Riska he wanted to talk about, “By mas,” reply Riska, “When would you like maen?” tanyanya. Andrapun replied, “Insyaallah later malem mbak.”
Later that night after Isya’, Andra leaves for Riska's house. The full address he had asked the girl, so there was no trouble Andra finding his home. As soon as he arrived at the house of the girl he knocked on the door and gave a greeting, from inside came a greeting answer. When the door was opened, a girl, wearing pajamas and with shoulder-length hair, appeared. Andra smiled, “I Andra mbak, can I meet with mbak Riska?” said it. “Oh, mas Andra, Riska my own mas, please enter,” replied and let Andra go inside.
In the guest room Andra immediately took a seat on the sofa chair, while Riska went inside. Shortly from inside came out someone, not Riska, an adult male, probably around 40 years old. The man greeted Andra, “I am Ramdhan, Riska's father,”. Andra nodded. The man then spoke again, “Riska had told me about Andra's son and related to the phone number he has now, in order not to arise misunderstandings can I accompany you guys to talk yes son Andra?”
Andra nodded again, “Iya Sir, may-maybe, indeed I also do not want later arise misunderstanding, “ replied Andra.
“So troublesome this mbak, thanks,” reply Andra.
In honor of host Andra sipping a drink presented by Riska, then Andra started a conversation, “I am sorry if I say anything less pleasing to Mr. Ramdhan and mbak Riska,” he said. Father Riska smiled, “No need to hesitate son, please, we are ready to hear.”
Andrapun told me about his lost hape that was stolen more than a week ago from his home, and asked where Riska's close associate got her number from now, who knows if he can track down who took the hape. Long enough Andra told a story, the choice of good words so as not to offend the host.
“Thus sir I can explain with regards to the number now owned mbak Riska,” he said ending the story.
Hearing the story of Mr. Ramdhan tugging at his beard which is only a few strands, while Riska bowed, a voice shrieked his sobbing. Mr. Ramdhan stroked his son's hair, “Already, let's just tell him where you got the number from son,” his door.
Riska raised her head, her eyes looked watery, immediately she wiped with a tissue, long she was silent, “I got that number from Rio's hape, hapenye himself was broken.” finally he opened his voice. "I took the number, I mean as my memory of him." Riska continued.
Andra looked at Riska's face, “Rio? Sorry who is this Rio, I mean, how can I contact this Rio?”
His father replied, “Rio is a close friend of Riska, but unfortunately has died son, just a few days ago.”.
How shocked was Andra to hear that, “Died!? Because what sir? Does it hurt?” ask again.
Mr. Ramdhan shook his head, “Not, he died in an accident, his motorbike was hit by a car, arrived at the hospital, his life was not helped.”
“Ohh.” That's all that came out of Andra's mouth, deserved Riska to cry, maybe their relationship was more than just a close friend, now there's nothing else she can do. Not wanting to linger at Mr. Ramdhan's house, Andra only said that he could ask for his number back, citing the number of his colleagues and brothers stored on the simcard. Thank goodness Riska wanted to give up. After saying thank you, Andreapun pamit.
On the way home Andra's memory returned on the day the phone was lost, ‘He woke up at dawn then, finished praying, he returned to the room, he was, just realized he had a tape that he usually put on a spell that does not exist, indeed when sleeping his bedroom door was never locked, has been searched throughout the room and the house does not exist, he said, neither his parents nor his sister knew. The hape has been stolen! After checking again he found the answer point, the roof in the bathroom had been broken into by people, apparently someone climbed the tile through the back of the house from the afternoon, breaking the lath wood in order to enter, and crouching over all night, and when all the occupants of the house sleep the thief comes down, goes into the house and takes his hape.’
All of that had been told by him to Riska and his father, but there was something he did not tell earlier, what he did not tell was, ‘Once he knew that his hape was stolen people then the wrath of Andra, he was forever someone who never hurt and harmed others, let alone took what belongs to others, now there are people who have done evil to him! Really don't accept it! So murkanya, then he did’a at that time, in one of the do’a that he practiced.’ Finished ber’a, suddenly heard the voice of the occult burrowing in the ear; “If a week is not returned, Woe.!” Andra thought to remember the whisper.
Was Riska's close friend stealing the tape? He can only guess.
So-called.