The Indigo Twins
Foul smell
Fraangg!
Suddenly our ears heard a very loud shattering sound from inside the house.
"What's that sound?"
"Why did it come from within?"
"Is there anyone inside?"
The questions they keep asking because of the curiosity that has peaked.
"It looks like the sound of the shards came from inside the house"
"Are we just going inside, for fear that there is nothing the same Mr. Prapto" suggested Angkasa.
"Let's go inside, we have to make sure that Mr. Prapto is okay" replied Ustadz Fahri.
Alisa opens a door that turns out not to be in the
keys."The door's not in the lock, let's go in"
Alisa opens the door to Mbah Gamik's house.
We immediately closed our noses when we smelled a stinging stench as the door opened wide.
"Why does this smell?"
"Where is this stench?"
We feel not strong enough to smell a foul odor that is getting stinging longer.
"Let's check in, I think this stench is coming from there" asked Ustadz Fahri.
Ustadz Fahri came into the house followed by all of us.
Many ancient carvings that filled the walls of the house of Mbah Gamik.
We're looking for the origin of that increasingly stinging stench.
"Pak Prapto"
Surprised we saw Mr. Prapto hanging himself, his body in a crowd of flies that caused a very pungent stench.
"Quick down Mr. Prapto" Angkasa, Ustadz Fahri and Reno put Pak Prapto down and put him in a long chair in the living room.
"Tadz if Pak Prapto is alive, try Ustadz check his pulse" Ustadz Fahri check pak Prapto's pulse.
"Innalilahi wa innailaihi roji'un, Mr. Prapto is dead" I closed in disbelief when Pak Prapto went with him following the shaman beranak and also mbah Gamik.
"Oh my God" surprised me who was still in shock.
"Why did Mr. Prapto hang himself, what problem did he have with this act?" did not expect Alisa to act on Mr. Prapto who is really crazy.
"It's still unknown, but according to my prediction Mr. Prapto died about 9-10 days ago" replied Ustadz Fahri.
"Maybe it's the spirit of Mr. Prapto you saw" replied Angkasa.
"You know, I'm not strong to be here long" Alisa kept her nose closed but the stench coming from Pak Prapto's body continued to sting.
"You have to put up with it, because we're not just here to see Mr. Prapto but to find out what's inside this house, let's start looking for important things that are most likely stored in this house, for the body of Mr. Prapto we leave it here first"
They nodded then started looking for the important things that were inside this house.
In this house there are three rooms, the closest to the living room occupied by Mbah Gamik, the, the room that is in the middle of the nursery and Pak Prapto while the most corner room is made a place to perform certain rituals or can be called a special room.
Ustadz Fahri and Dita went into Gamik's room, they would examine the room hoping to find something useful.
They both check whether in the room mbah Gamik there are important objects and mystical or not.
They search for the whereabouts of Laras in the room because they suspect that Laras was kidnapped by Gamik.
"Kok there's nothing here tadz, where Laras, why don't you see also, is it possible that Baras is not here?" Dita has been looking for the whereabouts of her friend since then but still did not meet.
"I don't know Dita either, but I'm sure that if Laras is here, let's find him again, we should be able to find him and bring him home, mr. Rahmat and Ms. Romlah must be waiting for her arrival" replied Ustadz Fahri.
Dita nodded obediently and went back to look for the whereabouts of Laras inside this room.
They searched everywhere but the whereabouts of Laras still they did not meet.
"There's no tadz, there's no Laras, this room is empty, there's nothing, we're free to find him, because he's not here" Ustadz Fahri silent he felt strange when he did not find Laras in the room of the person suspected was the main mastermind.
"Kok could not exist, where Mbah Gamik hid Laras, did he not put Laras here, if not here where else, if not here where else, there's no way he's hiding Laras anywhere else, definitely in this house" Ustadz Fahri said.
"Tadz what book is it, why keep it open?" curious about a medium-sized book that is on an open table because it blows the wind.
Ustadz Fahri approached the book, opening page after page of it.
"What is this tadz, why is it like Japanese writing?" Dita did not understand the writing in the book.
"This is ana caraka, it is rare for people to read it because the letters ana caraka are different from the letters of the Indonesian language in general, if you want to know and can read this writing, then you have to know the letters, then you have to know the letters, sounds and punctuation marks in order to know the meaning of one letter at a time contained in this ana caraka" replied Ustadz Fahri.
"How do you know the letters ana caraka tadz?" Dita began to be curious because she wanted to know the meaning of all the writing in the book.
"To learn it, it's a Madurese script, it's a bit hard to learn, I just don't know what the writings in this book mean" replied Ustadz Fahri.
"Well free we find the book if in the end no useful tadz" disappointed Dita.
"Well how else, I can not read the writing in this book, but I will keep this book, the goods will be needed in the future" replied Ustadz Fahri.
"Let's go tadz we're out, I'm long claustrophobic in this room" asked Dita.
"Yes come" the two came out from the room of the Gamik.
The stench emanating from Pak Prapto's body continued to sting.
"But really, I'm not strong, let's wait outside aja tadz" asked Dita.
Ustadz Fahri agreed and the two of them came out of the house and sat on the terrace.