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It took about half an hour to get through the mountain. The road has existed since before independence and has been widely used by the wider community. Nur Rahman who was actually not so sorry about the ins and outs of the city he was heading to was amazed by the activities that were always done by Rendi. Apparently, the work that had been done by his friend was quite heavy. It took a strong physique to go through that quite exhausting journey. So far Nur Rahman has never meddled in travel outside the city like this. He only focused on the business behind the table. But, in the future it seems like he and his friends must replace such a long journey.

At about eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Nur Rahman arrived at the place he was headed. There he was waiting for some people. There are people who have worked together long enough with where he works. But, there is also one two new people who want to start cooperation with his company.

“Mas Nur .. I am very sorry for the passing of Mas Rendi,” said Mr. Jefri, one of the old colleagues who has been in frequent contact by phone with him.

“Thank you, Mr. Jefri,” replied Nur Rahman.

“I really did not expect Mas Rendi would leave so soon. We had just eaten together at the cafe. Me, Mr. Jefri, and Mas Rendi. Isn't that right, Mr Jef?” sela Mr. Irwan.

“Iya is right Mas Nur! We both even managed to get to the deceased. We said the same deceased would be known as one of the employees in Pak Irwan's company. But, the deceased said he wanted to send his sisters first,” said Mr. Jefri.

“These fathers know not to run out that Rendi directly home or where?” ask Nur Rahman.

“Hm .. I don't think he's coming home right away! He said he was going to the next village. There is something he has to work on there,” replied Mr. Irwan.

“Side village?”

“Iya. Why Mas Nur?”

“Ngak ... Nothing.”

Nur Rahman signed an MOU with the men. For people who are new he allows to learn the contract first and if it is already a deal can send it through the expedition service.

At half-time Nur Rahman had completed all his business in the city and he headed straight home. Along the way he thought about the village next door that was spoken by Mr. Jefri earlier.

“Ngapain Rendi went to the next village? Is there a connection between the village next door and his death?”

Out of curiosity, he decided to play around in the area. He thought there was no harm in him dropping by for a while. Who knew there was a clue about his friend's death there. After all, he also needs to eat lunch and pray Zuhur. The young man turned his motorbike towards the village road told by Mr. Jefri.

Once the motorbike reached the village, Nur Rahman immediately looked for the existence of the stall because his stomach could not be compromised anymore. Fortunately not far from the entrance of the village, there is a stall that is quite quiet visitors. The boy pulled his bike over there. His arrival was immediately warmly welcomed by the shop owner. Without saying much the young man immediately ordered his favorite rice pecel and iced tea.

“Bu, can I ask you something?”

“What's the question, Mas?”

“Did Mom ever see this guy?”

“Hm .. This man quite often passes in front of this shop. If you buy here only once, but it's been a long time. Why Mas? Want to pay him the same debt? I don't think he's this guy Mas.”

“No, Mom! I happen to have a buying and selling transaction with him. But these two days I lost contact with him. I deliberately searched for him here because I had seen him enter the area here.” Nur Rahman lied to the woman so that her arrival to the village was not suspected.

“Hearts now Mas! There are many fraud modes everywhere. Try messing around to the mosque there! I think he came here to stop by the mosque. Maybe takmir mosque there someone has info about that person.”

“Quiet Mas! I am not a person who likes gossip like other mothers.”

“Siap, Mom. If so I want to go to the mosque to pray Zuhur.”

The mosque located on the left of the road was large enough for a village. The ornaments are very good too. Not inferior to the mosques that Nur Rahman had seen in his own city. What makes Nur Rahman feel at home there is the coolness of the water. After completing the obligation, the young man also greeted one of the residents who happened to sit there casually.

“Assalamualaikum ..”

“Waalaikumsalam.

“Again relaxed, Sir?”

“Yes, all waiting for Asar, Mas. Where are you from?”

“I'm from the next town, sir. Coincidentally stopped by here. Oh yes, If I may know if you have ever met this person?”

Nur Rahman showed a photo of Rendi that happened to be in her Mobile gallery.

“Mas Rendi .. Why, Mas? He's Mas's friend, huh?”

“We have a little business. You often meet Rendi, yes?”

“Yes, every time he comes here he must stop by here and talk to me. If it's not wrong he works at a printing company in the next town. Talk to Mas Rendi. That guy's so nice. Pas Lebaran yesterday my children even bought new clothes by Mas Rendi.”

Nur Rahman was moved to hear the person's story about Rendi.

“Pak ... Do you know Rendi's arrival here for what purpose?”

The man was stunned for a moment. It was like thinking of something. Nur Rahman deliberately kept the death of Rendi secret from the man because he did not want his arrival to the village invited the talks of many people there.

“Come, Mas. I never asked that. I think he came here to just rest in the middle of his long journey. Silly, I had thought that Mas Rendi came here to see me.”

“If Rendi comes here, she comes to any place, Sir?”

Again the man thought for a moment. Maybe he was trying to remember the memory of Rendi.

“If not wrong, every here he always sits back on the wall while watching vehicles passing by. And before going home usually he used to take pictures on the edge of the rice field there.”

Nur Rahman looked at the man's explanation. Before leaving, he took the time to go to the rice field with the man named Pak Sukar. Nur Rahman did not find anything suspicious in the rice fields. There's only a big house near the paddy field. The house whose door is always closed and in the front yard is planted with many fruits. Mr. Sukar said the house belonged to a pensioner.

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