Courier

CHAPTER 7: CLUES FROM DEATH (second act )

“Actually, where are we going, Raisa ?” ask Ella.

He walked behind me, along with Mr. Soepomo. Step – steps

it wasn't as agile as it was. Ever since getting out of the car, exactly, at the entrance

this area of the place, we walked non-stop.

The sun is already right overhead, roasting what

only those around us. Hot stinging. No wonder Ella is every

the day is used to riding a vehicle easily feel tired. But, that's not it

the real problem .. unless, we are heading to this area

on an empty stomach. I wonder, not feeling hungry or thirsty the same

once, not as usual.

Since the TV incident turned on itself, my meeting with

Fera in the subconscious, I'm like a man of fidelity. Almost every day I

calling Ella and Mr. Pomo just to ask them for help drove me to

this place. I don't want to continue – continuously haunted by the ghost of a female courier

that's. As far as I know, we have no relationship what – what, know, no. Why is it

come to me, as if – if I am held guilty and responsible for

the events that happened to him.

As soon as Mr. Pomo contacted me and was willing to help, I

directly take him to the disposal area of used cars and scrap metal. Whereas,

the distance between the house and this place is far away. Ella kuajak all of you. Moments

arriving at this place, I immediately checked and searched for VW cars that had been

depicted by Fera in all directions, to every corner. If that street

allow to pass the car, then, no need for us to walk down

a place that is 2 times the size of this ball field. I was thinking first

this job is easy, it doesn't take long, but, it's wrong.

We like spinning – rotate in the same place.

Despair began to crawl all over our bodies, drowning as if

there was no energy left to continue the search. Until finally,

we fell to our feet, leaning against a car cudgel overgrown by

plants – wild plants, vines and weeds as tall as adults.

the “VW we're looking for, doesn't seem to be in this place,

nak Raisa,” said Mr. Pomo while wiping the sweat that flowed down his forehead

and neck.

“I'm hungry, Sa.. since this morning we didn't eat what –

what, minumpun also did not have time,” complained Ella.

“Before we find Fera, I can't relax

item for a second,” I said.

“But, we have to eat to recover power and

our thoughts, Sa...” Ella said.

“Son Ella's right, we have to keep our bodies

stabilised. We'd better get some food first, kid.

this,” suggested Mr. Pomo.

“Does uncle know, nearest stall or restaurant ?”

my many.

“Uncle knows, son... come,” invite Soepomo. We too soon

hurry to the exit. I turned my head, my eyes swept to

the area we just searched, hoping for one of the many cars

one of them is the VW Orange of Ok Go. But, nil ..

is one of the many car disposal area and scrap iron –

the largest in the city. Could be the clue given by Fera .... Wrong ?”

(TO THE HAPPY READERS, IN THIS EPISODE

RAISA WILL BE JOINED BY ARIMBI, MARIBETH AND CINDY PERMATASARI. FOR

YOU ARE CURIOUS ABOUT THE ORIGINS OF ARIMBI, CS... PLEASE LISTEN, “MASKER”, MY FIRST AND ALREADY

PUBLISHED BY NOVELTOON. HAPPY READING ).

The shop ...

Even if it is small, however, many visitors will.

Starting from people in blue white uniforms to brown and fried. Partially

most of them choose to bring home their food and drinks.

Of the many guests who arrived, there were 3 women who were sitting in

the corner of the room caught my attention. One of them was wearing a mask.

They looked back at me, and one of them walked over

approached me.

“Is there a mother named Raisa ?” ask the lady in rags

black collared and tight jeans it.

I'm appalled. How could he know my name

just met this time.

“Include, Ma'am .. My name is Maribeth. If it pleases,

join us there ...” he said again. Polite and attractive. That is

my impression of her, then, I did not hesitate to reject her invitation.

“Uncle, I'm going to meet this girlfriend's – friend for a moment,

there,” I said to Mr. Pomo who had eaten his order food with

voraciously.

“You, be careful – hat on strangers, son...” Paks

Pomo advised, I nodded and walked after the woman named

Maribeth it.

“Iya. Let alone a strange woman like them,” Ella chirps.

Maribeth smiled, “Relax, Miss Ella.

need a moment with Mbak Raisa,” he said kindly while pulling my hand to

their table while Ella looked flustered,”Lo, do I know you ?”

I asked, but we were away.

The woman wearing the mask was named Arimbi. At

her right side is named Cindy Permatasari and Maribeth is sitting on the side

his left. The woman named Cindy smiled, her – moves were agile and

the skin is red and thrust into the empty air. Carrots are like there are

who snatched and bit him.

“She was named Timmy. Because it's chatty, Cindy gave him carrots

her favorite. What's up Raisa Maid,” Cindy said.

“Wait, have I ever met you guys ? Coco

you guys know my name?”

“We do not know you, mbak.. but, friends –.

our friends know you. Also the lady in courier clothes who was standing at the back

Ma'am Raisa, it looks like she's been following you for a long time,” says Maribeth.

“Hah, friends – your friends ?! Where are they ?” shanky

while looking there –kemari.

“Mbak Raisa can't see them.

different nature with us,” added Cindy.

I was shocked to hear those words, “It seems,

I got acquainted with the wrong people,” I said.

“No,” said the woman wearing the mask. Nadas

very firm and authoritative, stopping my steps – steps that I want to

move back to where I sit.

“Relax, mbak..” says Cindy, “We absolutely did not

intend to scare or do what is not – not on you. We just

be sorry for the person standing behind you. The Fera Budi Utami. She needs

help, but it seems you don't realize it,”

“We can see ... what can not be seen by

humans in general,” said Arimbi, “We do not want to interfere

with this, but, they urge me to step in,”

“They are who?” my many.

“Friends – friends Cindy Permatasari,” replied Arimbi briefly,

while – fingers move remove the mask and put the index finger

right to her red lips. A signal to me to be quiet. I according

while these eyes can not be seen him. She's beautiful, but why

cover your nose and mouth with a mask.

Again. I'm back in the iron disposal area – iron

old, the same place that Fera showed. But this time I was accompanied

by Arimbi, Maribeth, Cindy and five strangers.

terrible and terrible, three little children, one of whom was eating

the carrot Cindy gave me was greedy. Who are they ? Are they the ones who

earlier called – refer to as friend – friend Cindy.  What surprised me again was, ladies

the courier dress was among them.

“Hey, since when am I here ? Wasn't that

being in a stall ?” my many.

“I'm the one who brought you here, mbak,” said Arimbi,

“The woman named Fera was the one who gave the clue and explained what

been happening. Everything,”

“I've been to this place, but, I can't find anything

– what,” tukasku.

“We understand, Ma'am. You can't find it because

there are a few things that get in the way of your efforts,” explains Cindy.

“We are trying to help you to find where

actually Fera's body is,” added Maribeth.

“Mbak Raisa,” greet Arimbi, “Can you see the bush

the bush ?”

I turned my eyes towards the direction pointed by

Arimbi. Just to the north of where we were standing, there seemed to be a grove of bushes

the thickets, bushes and creeps are also weeds as tall as adults. Vegetal

wild is a strange shape, growing on the surface of iron, a sight that is not

makes sense in my opinion. Usually plantsor grow – plants that grow above

ground level but, this ...

“Fera says..

resolved. That's why, you can't find the body,” said

Arimbi.

At that time, either arrived – arrived we were back

being in the stall, it was just the four of us while the others vanished somewhere.

Arimbi was wearing his mask.

“Thank you for your help, mbak,” I said, “I didn't

see, your face is so pretty, why do you hide it behind

mask ?”

“My face is regular – only, mbak. I'm wearing this, man,

for not wanting to see .. what people shouldn't see

and generally. And, Fera will help you, if the time has come and it is

soon enough,” explained Arimbi.

My meeting with Arimbi was brief, but

it creates its own impact. Especially Cindy Permatasari, a woman

who has a best friend – ghost friends. Too bad they can't stay

or at least, accompany me until Fera is found. They still have business

others.

“Use your sense of smell if it comes later

any more. That's the only – way to find his body ..” That's advice

last from Arimbi before pleading. He just gave me a business card, just in case

– take care if you need his help. Well, the search for Fera's body

I'll stop for a while. After eating, I decided to go home

that day too.

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