DARK NOTE

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Hello, I'm Rachma Nurlela. Author OF THE DARK NOTES.

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"What's your next plan?" diandra asked while taking a piece of egg to Adel's plate.

"Eitherway. Are we just gonna lure the owner of this key? Adel thinks this is an important clue."

"How?"

Adel did not answer. Choosing to spend soy sauce rice on his plate voraciously.

After eating, they watched tv for a moment. There is no interesting show, Adel chose to read novels.

At 9 o'clock, Diandra is already asleep with a mobile phone that is still playing drama movies. Adel glanced at a glance, he grabbed the phone and turned off the film which was still half an hour in play.

Suddenly he remembered his plan this afternoon. He took out a piece of key in the plastic, took it out carefully, then in the photo using the Diandra mobile phone. He uploaded the photo on his social media account. In the caption, he wrote down the place where the object was found.

The boy was thinking of contacting Hendi, the complex security guard who gave his number that night__just in case. He ordered on behalf of Diandra, to oversee the entrance of the compound from foreigners.

Hendi's response was unexpected. He greeted Adel's message with enthusiasm. Even after making small talk, thinking that the one sending the message was Diandra.

"Basic, flirtatious ...," Adel murmured. He felt that the man was interested in his aunt. Well, the age of Diandra is fairly mature to have a partner. But Adel felt, the woman was still at home__enjoyed his lonely life only with the orphan boy, Adel. Perhaps because of that same fate, Diandra loved Adel more than anyone.

Adel chose not to serve Hendi's chat that was off topic. He turned off the lights and lay down next to Diandra. Before it closed, he faintly saw a shadow in front of the television.

"I'm tired. Go you ...," muttered Adel after knowing who the shadow was. Ghost Sandria.

Adel was not wanting to tease about the silent ghost. For him, the most important thing is to find out who the figure of the mouth tear that terrorizes the perpetrators of bullying.

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"Del .. You did this?" hatch Diandra on the sidelines chewing bread. Shown a post about the key in his social media account.

"Yes. Adel wants to lure who the owner of the key. If it's the mouth ripper's, we'll soon uncover who he really is."

"But .. isn't this a danger?" Diandra looked at the boy doubtfully.

"Oh yes, about the book .. he said Rio had returned to Sekar."

"Continue?"

"Sekar looked worried, Rio had already read the contents of the book. But Rio assured, if he did not open it, just found it under the locker, then brought it home because he had not met Sekar directly."

Adel downed his milk into the toilet. There are fifteen minutes left before school.

"Did Auntie ever see anything suspicious from Mbak Sekar other than Ms Sandra's diary?"

"Hmm .. nothing. Uh, but I've seen her finger hurt. He said he had scissors. Well, maybe time's sorted out the warehouse, accidentally scratched. And again, during the last Aunt meeting with Sandra at that time, there was Sekar there. But he did not turn his head in the slightest to Sandra, like a person who did not know her."

"In that case, why did Mbak Sekar get to Madam Sandra's house? And the book ...."

"That's it. Let's go to school. Don't think of anything other than lessons, while in school. Understood?" Diandra pulls Adel's hand.

After dropping Adel off at school, Diandra thought of seeing Sandra's house. He wondered if the girl was still at home or had left for Jakarta.

Passing the lonely road, Diandra's feeling was uncomfortable, even though he had passed through the rice field several times. He felt something was riding, but did not dare to glance at the rearview.

Arriving at the corner where the bike had broken, Diandra honked three times while chanting a prayer of safety. The motor is back light, the 'foreign' piggyback is gone.

The green painted house was already visible. The yard is full of shrubs, the leaves are dry like never stepped on. Slender.

Diandra tried to listen to the slightest sound from outside the yard, but he only heard the sound of a small child from the end of the street__other houses that were about 200 meters away.

He again sharpened his ears, when faintly heard the sound of the pot clanging. Slowly. From the back of the house that is likely a kitchen.

"Where are you going, Mommy?" pat a grass seeker carrying a sack and a sickle.

"Eh .. no. Sa ... I just passed by. I was looking for a home for my sister. Is this house empty?" kilah Diandra lied.

"All I know, the owner became TKW and the child lived one, female. But it rarely looks. Even if it is empty and sold, do you want a single house like this?"

Diandra stared at the house for a moment, then shook her head.

"Already, don't be dumb in front of this house. Later sawan," the middle-aged man ordered before leaving. Diandra nodded and immediately left the place, followed by a pair of eyes peeking out from behind the window.

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