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70 Is the same

Nothing special. Pantura line is still the same as before. The shrimp pond stretches between Indramayu - Subang, the straight path of Sukamandi area which is famous for being accident prone. Stop by the contents of a full tank solar, continue to enter the Jakarta - Cikampek Toll through the Cikopo gate. This delicious Panther is ridden, still new. Hazri drove his vehicle through the wind, towards the heaven-devil stir. Jakarta....

His mind flew away. Memories of the painful events experienced with his men two and a half years ago as if ‘arusback lebaran’. A lot of people came, broke into his mind and struggled there. Romi, Sapri, Tomi, ABagas, Simon, Bagas, flashing. Yudi and Tika did not miss. Kang Tejo, Mbok Ijah... Day, Kapri, Kochiro, Japan,... Goddesses... Mom, Siti, Udin.... Don't forget Fahmi the tempter...The last one appeared in a pair of diamond eyeballs, Zilfa. Long Hazri sighed while shaking her head. “Allah..,” he sighed softly.

Arrive at Wates, 1 Km. Read it on the signboard. Suddenly Hazri remembered Iis, the young wife of Bagas. Of course, the second son of Bagas, who when his father died was still four months pregnant with his mother. The Panther slowed down, shifting to the left lane. Hazri could not help but look at Iis, just wanted to leave ‘uang Bagas’ for her son. Exit West Wates 500 m, read again. “Bagas, I saw your son yes.” he said to himself. Panther also went into an alternative path.

The direction to Tidar is easy to remember. From the alternate path, straight for a while keep turning left. Then, just follow the main winding road. Still like before, cool and serene feel the foot of Mount Tidar area. Hazri turns off the AC and opens the window. The mountain air was inhaled deeply, there was a fresh smell of pepoDaynan. A sense of peace seeped into his soul. Hazri kept breathing that fresh air until she was satisfied.

Also in Tidar. The Panther crept slowly down the village path. Bagas rented house that used to be easy to remember because it is located on the side of the main road of this village. Keep creeping slowly, meet. Hazri put her car into the yard. A mother who was picking up rice noticed his arrival. Hazri came down. “Good day, Mom,” she says hello.

“Good day, sir, find who?” the mother asked.

“Pak Bagasnya there?”

“Oo is dead, sir. Been a long time.”.

Hazri pretended to be surprised. “Have died, Mom?”

“Iya, Sir. He said he was shot by police. Uh, but I don't know..” Mother disallowed her statement. It may not feel good to talk about people who have died. As is common in the village.

Hazri. “If Ms Iis, his wife is there?”

“Mbak Iis not here. Home to Cilacap.”

Hazri was disappointed. Repot now. Where is Cilacap? Even if you are told the address, it is still a hassle. Not to mention the risk to Hazri.

“So, it's not here already huh, Bu?” Hazri.

“Iya, Sir. It's not been here for a long time.”

“Yes already then, Mom, I'm sorry. Thank you,” said.

“Iya, sir, equally.”

Where are you going now? It's been up here. Hazri sat down while pulling back her car. Unfortunately if you go back again, the air is good. Restful. Suddenly he remembered the house that used to be used to slaughter Day. I don't know, like suddenly someone reminded me. In fact, back and forth bad memories about Day appeared in his mind earlier, not a little as Hazri remembered the house. Although the murder was clearly remembered. It's weird, but that's it.

The steering wheel turned there. Panther's creeping again.

Hazri gets out of the car when the car is parked in her old parking lot. You could say there was no change in the house. His rambutan trees, the walls of his room, the pile of stones that time. It's still the same as before. He walked around this area, good as it turned out. There was a small river flowing behind him, clear of rocks. Beautiful views. Hazri is also in the middle. Forgot that there was a murder here. He did it himself. But is it still for sale? Don't you have already done it?

With ‘Welut Lunyu’ it's easy for Hazri to break into the house if you want. But, that's not what he did. He also sat on a pile of stones that might have been used to build this house by the owner of the house. Shade under the largest and largest rambutan tree. Hazri sighed, inhaling the coolness of the air, shrinking the calm in her soul. Tasbih was again twisted. “Allah. ..,” he sighed softly. Peace felt.

Adzan's voice incense. Hazri sees a clock on HP, hasn't had time to buy a watch yet. Twelve o'clock past twelve minutes. Time to pray zhuhur. He dodged for a while, looking for water for ablution. Then, remember that there is a river behind this house. Then he went there too. Incredibly, enjoy the ablution with the clear river water. Hazri smiled to herself as she returned to the top.

Sajadah was also held in the stucco floor next to the house. The leaves of the dried rambutan there are swept a little using a welcome twig taken from the tree. Suffices. Nice prayer mats that he asked from Huda, there is a kind of compass pointer the direction of the Qibla stuck in the middle. The Qibla has been obtained, Hazri stands with intention... “Allahu Akbar...” takbiratul ihram. He did not realize that someone had been observing his behavior since the beginning.

After praying and praying, Hazri was about to rise. “Assalamu’alaikum..,” sounds someone greeting him. She's looking. “Wa’alaikum greetings,” reply. The almost middle-aged man smiled at him, Hazri smiled back.

“I Karno...,” he introduced himself.

“Mahmud...,” Hazri replied to Karno's hand.

Mahmud? Why wear Mahmud? Hazri does have an asphalt ID ‘ titled’ Mahmud, in addition to Arif and others. All that stuff, just a fad. Narna Mahmud has been called. Yes, Mahmud applies here.

“Perhaps there is something I can help you with here, Mr Mahmud?” Karno asked.

Hazri thought for a moment. “I heard he said this land is for sale, Sir?”

“Oo Yes, Sir. This is Mr. Haji Slamet's. It does want to sell.”

Hazri happy. “Listen-heard how much, Sir?”

Expensive? Bagas used to say cheap? “How much?” Hazri asked again.

“Good, request thirty million. Yesterday-yesterday twenty-five.”

Busyet, Hazri grimaces. Cheap that. Forecast there is a thousand square meters of this land area.

“Emang how much is it, sir?”

“He said one thousand five hundreds...”

Busyet again, cheaper then.

“Price, right, sir? Thirty million, one thousand five hundred meters, that's twenty thousand meters. Huh, look out...,” Karno bobble his head again.

“What is a mime?” ask Hazri.

Karno. “Mahal, Sir..”.

“Oo...,” Hazri also smiled.

“The lands here the market is fifteen thousand meters, which is near the village halls down there. If the above is like this, the most expensive is ten thousand. Twelve and a half..,” Karno explained.

Hazri laughed a little.

Karno smile. “Anu, sir, said Mr. Slamet the price is so expensive because there is a house. Though, ordinary house only..”.

Hazri laughed again. “Where's the Slamet pack?”

“In town.”

“Oo.... Not here, huh?” Hazri pretends not to know.

“Unfortunately Mr Mahmud interests this land?” Karno.

“If suitable...”.

“There are others if you want. Cheaper,” Karno offers. Hazri. He had indeed been shackled by this land, reluctant to the others. Not expensive this either.

“Pak Karno has his address Mr Slamet?”

“Wah, nothing. But if my house knows. Mr Mahmud want to go there?”

Hazri nodded.. “Let me deliver...,” Karno offer myself. “Ngot a hassle?”

“No, sir, glad I even took a trip to the city.”

Hazri smiles. “Come...”.

“Iya, Sir. Wait a minute, I change clothes first.”

Karno ran small to his house, over there. Hazri gets ready, the car is pulled back, stand by by the side of the road. While waiting for Karno, Hazri thought for a moment. Do I really need to buy this house? Weigh for a moment, I need to. He needs a hiding place. It looks safe here, the police won't be easy to guess his whereabouts here. Just don't run around too often. Comfortable again the place, cool, serene, and cheap. Jogja is close. If you have to run away, it does not feel like money. It seems, all good.

Tin! Hazri honks. Karno turned his head, rushing towards the car. “Ready, Mr Karno?” ask Hazri after Karno enters.

“Iya, sir, come...,” replied Karno.

Panther also treads the path of this village towards Magelang city. Apparently, the business of buying and selling is not too complicated. Understandably, Haji Slamet is in need of money for additional costs to ride the Hajj again with his wife. Be that house Hazri bought for thirty million. Karno was very happy to get the thank you money from Hazri.