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This afternoon, Aminah cleaned clothes scattered in the closet. Bizarrely. Andi's pile of clothes looks messy even though it has never been touched since his death.

Aminah folded the shirt and arranged it. Until he folded a shirt and pants with the same motif: Captain America.

Aminah's shoulders are shaking. The pain again pierced the heart, incising infinite pain. He gently kissed the blue shirt. This is the only shirt that Aminah was able to buy during Eid last year. After saving for months.

Now, the clothes and pants have faded in color. This is Andi's favorite dress. Aminah still remembered the habits of her son. Every time this new shirt is lifted from the clothesline, then Andi will immediately wear it while jumping up and down in excitement.

"Mom misses you, son."

Aminah sobbed while hugging the strands of clothes. Andi's face when she first wore this shirt. His big smile and his cheerful chatter. He also remembered the face of his son who was about to cry, when he begged to wear this shirt that was still hanging wet on the clothesline.

"Look."

Aminah stopped crying. She wiped away the tears while looking around the room. He heard that voice clearly. Andi's voice called out to her.

"Look."

Aminah turned her head as the right arm of her shirt was pulling. Aminah glared in shock at the sight of Andi having sat beside her. Her tiny body was covered in burns.

"Andi? Is this really you, son?" Aminah wanted to hug Andi, but the boy slowly retreated.

"Yet. Sayin Mr. Do not be close to Papa Kak Bima. He's a bad guy!"

"Male? Whose milky, son?"

Andi did not answer, he just smiled. His body faded and soon disappeared from view.

"Andiiiiiiiiii," cried Aminah hysterically. He kept shouting his son's name, but Andi didn't reappear.

Aminah sits down next to the closet. He looked at Captain America's picture shirt with an ungodly mind. He remembered the message that the child had left before disappearing.

"Papa Bima Brother? But, who is Bima?"

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At the same time, Mr. Yanto dragged a large sack, causing some traces of friction on the floor. He took it to the sacred room in his house. Mr. Yanto opened the door while glancing left and right, making sure no one was around.

He then dragged the sack inside. A musty smell that is very stinging back smelled rubbing the nose. Mr. Yanto placed the sack in the middle of the room.

Although it was dark, the man had no trouble opening the sack and took out the contents wrapped in black cloth. Mr. Yanto then opened the layer of cloth, and began to smell the fishy smell of blood that quickly burst into the room.

"I present the head of the goat" cried Mr. Yanto on his knees.

Rrrrrrrrrr!!!

Aaaarrgghhhc ....

Pak Yanto groaned as a lash landed on his back. The rough whip pierced through his shirt and felt very painful to the bone.

Rrrrrrrrrr!!!

Not yet lost the pain of the first lash, he again got a second lash that made a cross-shaped wound on his back.

"You know what's wrong with you, Yanto?" A terrible and booming sound made the feathers of Pak Yanto bristled. He could even feel a drool dripping down his shoulder, feeling somewhat sticky and smelling foul.

"Yes, sorry. I am late in giving this goat's head."

"alright. This time I forgive you. Next time, if you forget to give me another goat head, I'll take your own head instead."

"good. Thank ye. I will never forget again" said Mr. Yanto in a trembling and frightened tone.

Mr. Yanto then rushed out of the haunted room. After locking the door, he headed for the bedroom in a hurry. Mr. Yanto took off his shirt and reflected in front of the big glass.

As expected, on his back there is now a large X mark that crosses from the shoulder to the waist. Mr. Yanto grimaced with the pain because the wound was so deep it pierced through his body.

"Damn it! Because I was busy thinking about my fetus until I forgot to give a god," he grumbled while enduring the pain.

Mr. Yanto was determined, no matter what the risks that will be faced, the fetus should he get as soon as possible. Before anything worse happened to him.

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This day at the store, Agus again thought about his meeting with Junaidi. Honestly, Agus secretly admired his friendly demeanor. He was also confused, because Junaidi said that he was different.

"What does it mean differently?" gumam Agus was curious while cleaning his things, moving to go home. "Tomorrow I'll just go back there and take Rudi. He must also be sad because the Imam died. Maybe he and Bang Junaidi can also be friends" he said cheerfully.

If usually every time Agus returned from work always took the time to chat with other colleagues, today he chose to miss it and go home first. The death of the Imam made Agus not want to joke.

Moreover, today he had promised Aminah to go home a little early. They will go for a walk to the park because his wife has been craving meatballs since last night.

Agus walked excitedly towards the gate until he did not realize that there had been people calling his name.

"Gus, Agus," called Mr. Yanto as he ran closer to Agus. "You're going home yet?"

"Yes, sir," Agus replied politely as he slightly lowered his head.

"Oh yeah, it's a coincidence I have more than one fried chicken. Be given to the customer. Take it, just for you." bargain Mr. Yanto pretended to be friendly.

"No, Sir. No need," refused Agus softly.

"It's okay, Gus. The sustenance should not be denied," said Mr. Yanto forced a smile. Then by half forcing him to put a piece of fried chicken into the bag that Agus brought.

'Bring home the fried chicken, Agus. Thigh fried chicken for your beloved wife, ' Inner Pak Yanto while laughing evilly in his heart.

Seriate

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