Chandanas
Rock (8)
The sound of a lawn mower that rattled violently disturbed the process of hibernation Roka who almost overnight did not sleep because he was busy telling stories with the Father. With a fairly collapsed sleeping position, Roka raised her legs and scratched her thigh skin nonchalantly. He took the bolster from the side and then pressed on the face to minimize the ringing sound that increasingly long sounded louder. It is ironic indeed if neighbors with someone who is diligent in gardening.3 days a week should be spent by Roka grumbling because of the deafening sound of the neighboring machinery.
After losing her desire to sleep comfortably, Roka got up from her bed and walked towards the bathroom. He took out a plastic container containing a body scrub from inside a glass box that was mounted vertically tens of inches above the sink. Although never organized, though, occasionally Roka felt the need to clean himself from the legs that cover his skin because as a basketballer he has many outdoor activities that make him inevitably have to face directly with dust, sweat, and other things, and sunlight.
Roka scooped up the body scru**b paste from inside her container with her 4 right fingers then evenly spread it on her left arm. Still sleepy, Roka sat on the edge of the bathtup while waiting for the body scrub that he had applied on some parts of his body to dry up a little. After feeling enough, Roka immediately gathered energy then rubbed her skin with 45 spirits.
The time spent by Roka in the bathroom is quite long considering that the process of threshing the legs must be intense and full of perseverance in each step.
After finishing cleaning up and feeling all the dirt, dead skin, legs, and sin had been lifted, Roka walked out of the room to head to the kitchen.
For a moment Roka felt surprised to see a man with an apron wrapped in his body standing next to the pantry while preparing dishes and food.
"What's the sinking?" Roka almost squealed when she realized that her father was busy cooking for her.
"Today is a red date. Every now and then Papa will show you a fascinating skill!" said the Father who only turned a glance at his son then turned his back to Roka to stir and scrape whatever dish he was cooking.
Roka raised her eyebrows, her nose was deflated in disbelief, "Okeh. Skuy we see how good your cooking is."
Roka pulled out one of the chairs on the dining table then sat there quietly. He observed the deft and neat action that his father showed while cooking. Honestly, this was the first time he had seen Father cooking after 17 years of Roka living in the world.
Although yesterday was indeed a hard day and quite melancholy for both of them, Roka did not expect anything from her father especially seeing her father turned into an impromptu chef on this red date.
Just yesterday he entered the first day of school after a long holiday, now he and his other colleagues seemed to get a small bonus because they were greeted by a red date right after a day of school admission.
Seeing her father struggling to reach for the plate, Roka rushed over and helped the Father to move the food from teflon into a beautiful plate that was out of nowhere. Roka brought the plate to the dining table while sniffing the aroma that is really delicious and appetizing.
For a few minutes the Father cleaned up all the utensils and cleaned the spice splashes around the stove, Roka smiled as she looked at the food in front of her passionately.
"look okay. Smells good. Edible?" Roka looked at her smiling father then nodded to give her son approval.
Roka quickly picked up a spoon and fork and then tasted one by one the food served on the table.
"Wowws. Numero uno sire!" Roka screeched after tasting her father's cooking. Right after the food touched his tongue which then collided with the teeth until finally swallowed into the esophagus, Roka felt a delicious, steady, and delicious taste of the cuisine.
"When did you learn to cook?" Roka glanced at her father who had now joined her at the dining table.
"Since I was in school. While in college, Papa lived in an apartment alone. So inevitably have to cook often," said Roka's father ssmbari feed a piece of shrimp into his mouth.
Roka nodded her head in understanding, "It seems that if you have retired as a lawyer, Papa must open a stall deh. Surely the mothers directly on the cover see the Chef is hot and the cuisine is delicious like this!" Roka really likes her father's cooking. He seemed to be unable to stop chewing because the blend of spices and spices that are in this dish really spoil the tongue.
"It can be you. Eating a lot," seeing his son eating voraciously and eagerly, Roka's father smiled faintly as he recalled the memories of when Roka was still in his mother's stomach. Almost every day he cooked for his wife and prospective baby who was still floating in the womb of his ex-wife.
He did not expect that all this time Rosa kept such a big secret from him and Roka. He himself realized very well that all this time he had never really been able to treat Rosa well, he was also unable to show his affection for the woman as a whole because of the suspicious feelings he had been craving himself.
"Ah yes, today you want to go to Kiran's house or not?" satisfied with daydreaming of the past, Roka's father was dragged back to the present when he remembered the task he had to do.
Roka sipped a glass of water then wiped the corners of her lips with the back of her hand, "Why did it come, Pa?"
"Pradipta asked Papa for help to gather some articles and legal rules that he might be able to use to ensnare someone. Papa heard in his house there was often terror and shipments of objects that were not appropriate. Don't you?" Roka's father glanced at her son's face that looked puzzled after listening to her words.
"Which house is Pa? As long as Roka lives with Kiran there are no strange things. At the Bandung house? But Kiran has nothing to say about Roka," said Roka with a puzzled face. The terror? Wh who? The outlaws?
Roka's father was silent for a moment. If Roka does not know this, it does not rule out Kiran also does not know it. Or is Pradipta deliberately covering up this problem from his family to keep them safe?
Feeling wronged, Roka's father hurriedly shifted their conversation topic, "Say you already like girls huh? You can find us."
Roka frowned because she realized that her father had suddenly distorted their conversation, "Heleh Papa doesn't have to talk. What terror is Pa?"
"Maybe you better ask Kiran yourself. He probably knows more than Papa."
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After hearing the shocking news from her father, Roka rushed towards Kiran's house using her iron horse. At once Kiran never brought up anything about terror, she also looked fine and did not panic like when she had a lot of thoughts. Roka felt that there was something strange about this. He guessed that Kiran might not know anything either. Or rather Kiran knows something but she is silent because she does not want to make Roka worried.
Roka let out a frustrated sigh thinking about the matter let alone this now. He managed to go through his toughest time but now the problem comes back and ravage the calm that even two days he had not felt. Whether since when life can be this complicated because as Roka remembers, two months ago he was a unstable teenager who never thought about any problems other than losing in games or slow internet connection.
Roka drove his motorbike even faster when he saw the quiet streets. He had to immediately meet Kiran and expel all the curiosity in her head as soon as possible.
After traveling for approximately twenty minutes, Roka rushed to park his motorbike after the housekeeper Kiran opened the fence. Indeed, when viewed, since the news of the freedom of the criminals out, Kiran's house originally employed a security guard, gardener, and driver who each numbered one person, each of whom, now it has replaced all the workers and added one more person in the security guard.
Roka shuddered as she removed her helmet from the head. With quick steps, he walked towards the door where at the same time Kiran opened the door from inside.
"Whaahh!" Roka screeched loudly as her face almost hit Kiran's face.
One security guard and their driver were seen immediately running over with a firearm.
"What's Kiran?" said a man in a security uniform who quickly ran up to them after hearing a screech that was thrown accidentally from Roka's mouth.
"There's nothing, sir. My epilepsy was relapsing," Kiran glanced at Roka while smiling faintly.
I feel no danger, though, the security guard and driver who had just approached them swiftly returned to pocket their weapons and returned to their respective jobs after really ensuring that there was no danger whatsoever.
"P-P-Pistol?" Roka stuttered as she saw Kiran not panicking or being surprised at all to see her security guard and driver pocketing a firearm.
Kiran shrugged her shoulders, "They already have permission. I can't possibly hire people in agent costumes. It could attract attention later," Kiran slammed the sack containing fertilizer that had been in her carrier since. He then shook his hands and clothes from the remnants of dust and crumbs of fertilizer attached.
"Gu-I think you mean by Om Dipta nambuk house security just by adding a security guard in front of sono. Do all employees look like agents? Buset is the son of the sultan do not know me anymore!" Roka clucked with admiration. He did not believe that something like this would actually happen in the real world where he was a direct witness in it.
"Gue also thinks this is excessive, but what can be done. I live here alone because my Bokap is more often outside. He said he couldn't harm his son," Kiran sighed softly.
Roka nodded in understanding.
Kiran invites Roka into the house when suddenly Roka stops and blocks Kiran's arm after remembering the purpose of coming here, "I said Om Dipta nerima the same terror package delivery. You know this?" Roka whispered softly to make sure no one heard her words.
Kiran frowned at the sign of not understanding, "You mean? What terror? In Bandung? Not possible."
"Yes I know if at home Bandung will not be possible. But what do you mean by going to my house which house? In this house there is never any terror or package that comes while we are at home!" Roka tries to explain to Kiran when she realizes that her best friend does not understand this at all.
Kiran fell silent. He felt confused not playing because he did not know about this. Truthfully Kiran was suspicious because some of the items she bought online reached her in the adaan without wrappers and cardboard. It was as if his house security had first done unboxing before the package reached Kiran's hands.
Both of them were still equally confused when they heard the bell from outside the fence. Kiran and Roka stared at the fence as one of the guards rushed to open the fence.
After the fence was perfectly open, there was no one out there other than a medium-sized cardboard left just in front of the fence. Roka furrowed her brows to see more clearly. He was still trying to clarify his vision when Kiran suddenly walked away leaving him to the security guard post.
Roka decides to follow Kiran from behind even though she does not know what her best friend is going to do.
Deftly, Kiran opened the security guard post door and then said, "Give me the cardboard, sir."
Roka looked at Kiran full of admiration. He had not expected Kiran to react this quickly.
"But Kiran in"
"Give Sir! I'm not going to tell Papa!" kiran said with great emphasis. He was sure there was something in the box.
At that time Kiran thought that maybe all this time there were many packages without senders coming to their homes, it's just that Kiran wasn't curious enough to find out about this until Roka told her that the Father had received terror.
For Kiran, this wasn't just her father's problem. This is the problem too. The criminal is a problem for all of them. Therefore, even if something was bothering one of his family or friends, Kiran could not just keep quiet.
With more coercion, the security guard had no other choice but to give the cardboard to Kiran.
"Thank you, sir" said Kiran who then walked into the house.
Roka followed Kiran from behind like a duck trailing her mother. After walking into the house and closing the door, Kiran placed the cardboard on the living room table.
"Open the chips!" roka was impatient.
Kiran glanced at Roka hesitantly then opened the cardboard slowly. Kiran faintly saw something like bird feathers from inside until Roka brushed the top cover of the cardboard quickly because he could not wait to see what was inside.
"Geek!" Roka closed her mouth after seeing what was inside the cardboard. His stomach felt nauseous and his nose was gripped because of the smell of a carcass that was very pungent.
Kiran was still holding the end of the cardboard shakily as she watched the heads of dozens of disembodied birds inside the cardboard. All had no eyes with fresh blood soiling their feathers.
More than anything else, the thing that made Kiran the most choked and trembling was what was written on the inner wall of the cardboard.
'After the eyes, it will soon be the head. Heads all of you.'
