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YOUR SON'S HOME!! part 4's

A month has passed, the case of Rina has not found a bright spot.as if this tragedy is just a joke, all silent, silenced a thousand languages.

Impatiently, Sam goes to the police station, questioning how the case of his eldest son continues.

"Sir, I want to know, how the murder of Rina continues?" Ask her, try as calmly as possible, even though her heart is tight.

"Rina's case is still being processed, ma'am, have patience?" Answer the police relaxed

"What about Mr. Muchtar, where is he?" while scanning around the room, did not find the authoritative police.

"He was sick, Mom, he did not come in for three weeks, please forgive us. Please sister go home, just wait for the process." Reveal the police with a pressing tone.

Sam's up. He was confused, various questions were thrown in his mind, "why is it all like trying to cover up this case?, What's the matter??" He was silent for a moment, then left the police station.

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Two days after from the police station, there was a scene in the village of cindai, a suspected murder Rina was caught, making a stir of one village, how not, Mushab who was known to the quiet man was caught, he was caught, many do not believe, many guess.

Mushab a quiet man, hardly ever talk, since the man lived dead his wife, He spent his time hoeing crabs, almost every night mushab to the pond pond people, people, into the mangrove forest looking for crabs.

The news of the arrest reached Sam's ears, He shook his head in disbelief, "impossible' Mushab a good man, how could he do it,???" he whispered, immediately he paddled his old bicycle, his goal was to meet Mushab.

Arriving at the police station, he immediately asked permission to meet Mushab, and the police allowed him.

"Mushaab!, How did you do it!" Sam's Jerseys

"O God Sam, how could I do such a thing?, I'm still sane Sam??, I've never done that." Denial, while holding back anger.

"Then, why did you get Mushab!" Strangle him with a cold glare.

"I don't know Sam, I'm not a rapist!, I'm not a murderer!, I'm just a crab hanger, my day just works Sam, help me Sam?, for God's sake! I never did it." Mushab groans, his lips quiver, not knowing why he is accused.

"You are my friend Sam, you know me!!," cried Mushab, Miss Sam turned around, leaving Mushab with his alibi.

Trained He walked out, and then went back to pedaling his old bicycle, all the way He thought, "if not Mushab then, who?" A thousand questions in his mind, "why is there evidence that Mushab did it?"

Evening came, Sam was still drowning in nestapa, sitting pensively on the mound of land border pond, only one in his heart, regret, as, if, but it had happened.

Unbeknownst to you, where did the old grandmother, white-haired, her eyes white with no blackness at all, her skin cracked, blood spewed out from between the cracks, as fierce as the wind blew, carrying the scent of blood rancid with pus, Sam was shocked, his heart was pumping, my hair was goosebumps, He ran but, his legs were restrained, his eyes bulged, the old granny approached.

"Who are you?!" He stiffened while holding his breath.

"Don't be afraid, my house is here, in the Old Tree," he said, pointing to the fire trees around the pond.

"Don't bother me!, my life has been so hard!!" pekiknya.

"No' no, son, I see you in agony, I feel sorry for you" she said

"Then' what should I do?!" Ask Sam firmly.

"I'll help you, I saw the savages do it,"

"Serrr", Sam's blood whirred, his heart again tightened.

"Take this besek, you must continue the conditions," Sinenek said again and put the bamboo besek right in front of Sam.

"What's the condition?" Sam asked back, taking a besek in front of him.

"Take your daughter's grave, put it in the besek, then drop your blood on the ground, after that come back here, just like tonight," said Sinenek with a hoarse voice

Sam nodded, the blink of an eye, the old granny disappeared, Sam searched and fro, his eyes scanned the surroundings, his grandmother completely disappeared, he immediately returned to ride his bike, not forgetting to bring the bamboo besek. His feet are agile pedaling, continue to pedal until it does not feel up in front of his house.

The night went up, the two little boys left in the neighboring house, he rushed into the house, then went out again to the old bicycle propped up on the wall of his house board.

For a moment he was silent, "maybe he believed in the old woman? " Surely then dispelled the bad thoughts, he again pedaled his bike until he reached the outskirts of the tomb, he went down and then leaned his bike, then walked into the tomb.

The nameless tomb, the gravestone that was only two river stones, the mound of earth was still new, the weed had grown but, a mother's heart was still very sick, her sigh was still felt, but she was still, and those savages are still laughing.

He took a handful of the grave earth of his eldest daughter, and then, scraping his hand against the dry wooden branch on the edge of the tomb, ache whack, blood flowed, with a face holding the pain, he took it with the grave ground, he took it, then put into the besek giving old sinenek. Soon he moved, paddling back home.