The Ghost Of Death
Alpa Team

In a luxurious house. The classic European design house, with beautiful crystal lights decorate every roof of the luxury house. White and gold dominate in every corner. Every room had precious furniture strangling the commoners' necks looking airy and calm.

In such a large place, a family consisting only of husband and wife is having dinner together. They seemed to be enjoying their meal at such a long dinner table.

They sat side by side at the long dining table, in front of them there were various food menus.

Although their house is classic European style, but the food in front of them today is far from the word classic.

Rendang, opor, stew, sambal ati and some osengan green vegetables do not forget sambal trasi and all kinds of vegetables.

"Karis Paseha, is that Tim Alpa?" ask the wife without looking at her husband's face.

The middle-aged woman who had a tiny mole on her chin was still devouring the food in front of her quietly. It was as if she was talking about something trivial with her husband. Though the topic of Karis Paseha torture for these days can not be made a family joke.

"Why do you accuse me like that?" ask the husband. He also seemed to be lazy to look at the face of his wife who was accompanying his dinner.

"Who else would dare to do that, if not Team Alpa!" said the wife.

Now her beautiful face looks sharply at her husband who is still busy eating.

"Mentry of Defense, please disperse Team Alpa!" said the wife in a firm tone.

"Presidential Secretary, is this the President's order?" ask the husband.

"Do you think you can still sit here if the President knows about Tim Alpa?" the wife still uses a formal tone to talk to her husband.

"You're romantic enough my wife, you must be hiding it because you don't want to lose a husband like me, right?" asked the husband, now the stiff face was smiling witfully.

"To be exact for our sons!

"The kidnapping and torture of Karis Paseha has become a tragedy of the nation, many countries have begun to ridicule the legal system in our country" said the wife.

"I'm going to destroy them, I don't want them to be my barrier to running in the next election!" the husband now stroked his wife's back so that the woman sitting next to him was calm.

Tok tok tok tok tok tok

They instantly fell silent, as a servant would definitely enter into that magnificent dining room.

"Young master has gone home" said the waiter who had just entered the dining room

"Make him eat first, Miss Nani!" said the hostess.

The waiter called Bu Nani came out of the dining room.

"You have to make sure everything's clean, there's nothing left. If everyone knew Karis Paseha was killed by the Alliance formed by the State.

"Our country will definitely be labeled a Communist-minded country!" said the wife.

"You don't have to be afraid, there are only a few people left. We'll kill them all as soon as possible!" the husband said with a sweet smile to his wife.

Tok tok tok tok tok tok

The sound of knocking made them speechless again, as their son would soon join them.

The wife stood up to welcome the arrival of her youngest son, her face now beaming at the sight of the handsome face of her son.

"Dear Morgan, mom misses you, kid!" said the hostess.

This is the residence of Morgan Wiliam Harsono, and the two husbands who were eating this were both parents of Morgan's birth.

"Your tumbens are at home, it could be like this. Is this a special day?" ask Morgan enthusiastically.

His parents were both the busiest parents in the world, seeing the two husbands and wives eating together was like winning the lottery. Real hard.

"No child, the time is mom is equally papa if you want to eat together must wait for a special day first!" mama Morgan, cursing in a funny tone.

The strong-bodied man immediately joined his parents. Because he was also starving, for chasing after the kidnapper Karis Paseha all day to make him forget to eat.

"Today is so exhausting!" sigh Morgan.

"The kidnapper was thorough, we couldn't get any leads at all!

"It's like looking for a needle in a haystack." Morgan continued.

"How is the authenticity of Karis's vidio and statement, is it hard to check?" ask Morgan's Dad.

"It's Well, all original. We even brought in psychics to communicate with the ghosts of Karis' victims!" obviously Morgan.

"Wouldn't that violate the law, and it's useless that the recognition of astral beings can't be used as evidence!" said Mama Morgan.

"Our team has run out of ways, there's no trace of anything the perpetrator left behind!" Morgan was initially starving so did not***** dine because of that discussion. So he just ate a little.

"If the meal is spent, redundant!" grumbled Mama Morgan.

Suddenly**** dined Morgan back when her mother said so.

"Have not been around for a long time, but still feel serem yaaakkkk Pa?" said Morgan.

The family laughed together because of Morgan's chatter.

Morgan has one older brother but because Morgan's older brother is married and becomes a member of the House of Representatives, his older brother and his small family moved out of the mansion.

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Early that day Aura woke up from a nightmare, she would definitely have nightmares if she met many ghosts. The energy in his body seemed to be sucked by them, now his body was limp and in his cost there was not a single person he could ask for help.

Aura tried to get up from her bed, she walked slowly towards the kitchen and she looked shocked by the sighting of the ghost of Mother Rose who was already sitting casually on the living room chair.

"You awake?" ask the Ghost Mother Rose.

"The nightmare!" murmuring Aura.

"What dream?" ask the Ghost Mother Rose.

"Adaaaa." explained also must be Ghost Mother Rose will not understand.

Aura boiled water to make tea, not to forget she also made it for Ghost Mother Rose, ghosts can eat whatever humans give her.

After giving a cup of tea to the Ghost Mother Rose and turning the news channel at the request of the Ghost mothers, Aura walked towards the window.

He opened the curtain, from his window he could see Raga had just put his bike into the car.

"Where's that kid at this hour?" tanya Aura was suspicious, because today was not yet dawn. The longest hour hand on the wall of the room still points to the number 4.

The girl who had been overcome with anger walked to the door, she came out of her room and waited for Raga in front of her bedroom door.

Five minutes had passed, but Raga had not shown up. Aura's footsteps immediately stepped quickly towards the garage below.

Now that Aura's tiny body is near Raga montor, she is rather afraid to try to check the temperature of the teangpot on the Raga motorbike.

Instead of the burning heat felt by Aura's palm, know the Raga motorbike's cold pot. But clearly Aura saw Raga had just returned from nowhere with her bike.