Curse Spell

Ghost Again!!!

Mr. Drajat was glued to where he stood. He was shocked to see Dariel and Kayra. While Dariel and Kayra ignored him because they felt they did not know Mr. Drajat. Also when asked do not give an answer. Until Dariel and Kayra think Mr. Drajat may have mistaken people.

While in the eyes of Mr. Drajat, two young people in front of him known as lovers who he saw a week ago. These two people disappeared between the high walls of the old house.

When remembering it at once his nape felt crashing, a cold sweat came out of his temple. His body shivered in fear. His tongue became a mute, making him speechless. Until a hand patted his shoulder gently making him stung.

"Sir Drajat... What's wrong, sir?" The waiter mas, awakened Mr. Drajat who looked very frightened. Mr. Drajat's gaze continued to be on Dariel and Kayra, especially seeing how Dariel very greedily ate the newly ordered heart satay.

"E... no. There's..." Mr. Drajat immediately walked quickly out of the stall. Not paying attention to the screams of the mas-mas waiter. Until making the mas waiter geleng - head bobble.

"Sir Drajat is very strange, he said he wanted to ask for the same heart of the new customer. I was afraid, lest he wanted a new customer. Strangely ... Even there I saw he did not dare to say anything, until scared like seeing a ghost. Eh... now play escape, do not want to bring soto rice that I have wrapped." Said the waiter who just delivered chicken satay on Dariel's desk.

"Biarin. Once - time let me know how he feels. Indeed, Mr. Drajat tuch loyal customers, but every purchase only pay ten thousand trus for more bonuses. Poor boss we could lose because of Mr. Drajat." Said the waiter who was in charge of concocting soto rice.

"Once in a while let thugs tuch get his karma. I saw Mr. Drajat very scared, maybe if I don't pat his shoulder, he's been urinating he's dicelana."

"Did Mr. Drajat know the same young people who sit in the corner, huh?" They immediately stole a glance at Dariel and Kayra who still seemed to enjoy their food.

"I don't know.I think they've only been here twice." One of the waitresses tried to squeeze the brains out of Dariel and Kayra.

"Maybe Mr. Drajat has a lot of debt with their parents, so immediately frightened when they recognize their child from the boss."

"It can be." Heheheheh

They laugh even though they try to hold the laughter as hard as they can, but they can not be held back.

"Mas..please wrap the rest of the sate." Said Dariel approaching two mas-mas waiter stalls. Kayra followed behind him. Dariel paid for his food. With a full stomach and full. Dariel and Kayra leave the soto stall. Kayra carries plastic wrap of their leftover chicken liver satay.

"Ra... Where are we going?" Dariel asked Kayra.

"Okay, let's go home." Dariel holding Kayra's hand they walked towards the ranks of the old house. Where they came from. Arriving behind the old house, Dariel took Kayra teleporting.

Dariel and Kayra blinked eyes disappearing from sight. Leaving the old house building in gripping horror. There was a suspicious movement from a garbage can at the end of the dead end. The place where Kayra and Dariel had just teleported. From inside the trash can pop a head out of it. Mr. Drajat's head, the man who had also come to the soto stall. He was getting scared. With his own eyes he saw a ghost. He also recorded it with his camera. He waited in the last place to see Dariel and Kayra disappear. Hoping to find evidence maybe young people are just ordinary people who can climb fast or fly up the wall. Or what. What is clear is that Mr. Drajat does not want to die out of curiosity. Even if he was actually scared to death, he should be able to prove in what way they could just disappear?

"Young people are really ghosts. Hi.. serem." Drajat sir came out of the garbage can. A foul smell was attached to the clothes he was wearing. He immediately sprinted - even until his pants wet with his urine. Unknowingly he dropped his phone on the street.

At that time, Mr. Drajat happened to cross paths with a well-bodied man. Seeing Mr. Drajat fall, the man shouted to call but instead of stopping. Mr. Drajat is running faster. He's scared, lest he ever see a ghost again? Because the road he went through was minimal lighting.

The sturdy man immediately took the dropped cellphone and intended to throw at Mr. Drajat because of anxiety. But for a moment he thought maybe the person who fell was a thief or snatch. So when he called, he ran away in fear. A moment of observation hp in his hands, a famous brand with a fairly sophisticated specification. Looks like a new hp.

The sturdy man did not want to waste too long on the lonely road, especially now he was alone. He also wants to get to his boarding house soon to rest. It was a pretty exhausting day for him. A week later, he got a job from his boss. A secret task. Two weeks ago there was a girl missing from a hospital in Jakarta. Someone might kidnap her. About thirty detectives were deployed to look for him. Including him and two colleagues were given the task of specifically investigating in the area of East Java.

The sturdy-bodied man has arrived at his boarding houses. He took a shower and wanted to sleep. When there is an incoming call on the phone.

drrr.

"Yes... What's the matter Don?" Apparently a call from his partner who had left for Banyuwangi this morning. Doni, a well-built man, told me that they had arrived in Banyuwangi.

"Okay, keep your step there. Find as much info as possible do not forget to stay neat. Tomorrow morning I'll be back in Jakarta at nine." The tall man immediately closed the phone.

He remembered the phone he had found. He immediately took out the HP that was kept in his jacket pocket. Observing hp berchasing silver gold. Hpnya still looks good, just a little scratch on his chasing. He tried to turn on the phone. Apparently locked with a password.

Not Rahardian name if you can not open the lockdown hp. In an instant he can break the password hp lock, hp was easily opened. Immediately brained hp to know the data owner hp. It's in Drajat's name, there's the contact number of his wife and son. Their photos are also pretty clear. It will be very easy to find an HP owner. But tomorrow morning Rahardian has to return to Jakarta because his big boss's right hand is calling.

Rahardian has started to sleepy, he intends to turn off hp. A moment he was interested in the vidio recording file with the date and time showing that the vidio was only a moment ago taken. His detective instincts were moved. His finger pressed the play button.