DEAD EYES ARA
Episode 13's
Ara had just finished praying magrib when her phone on her bed rang.
CYRIL CALLED
"Hello Cyril." said Ara
"Hi Ara, aren't you busy?" Ask Cyril
"Well, what's up?" Ask the girl back
"What's up. If you're not busy, you eat yuk.." There was Cyril's awkward laugh at the end.
"Yes, I can" Ara replied with a smile
"Okay if that's what I'll pick up in a minute." Cyril replied shutting the conversation down.
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Cyril was preparing to pick up Ara when a knock was heard on her door.
"Cyril, aunt can come in..?" Aunt Tasya's voice sounded
"Lock a aunt, not locked" exclaimed Cyril chimed
The door opened, and Tasya's aunt came in front of Cyril. He took a position facing the young man and sat down on the sofa.
"You want to get out of you?" Tanya aunty Tasya while staring fixedly at Cyril
"Yes aunty, I want to meet you" replied Cyril slowly
I don't know why his feelings started to get upset. As much as possible, he ignored what he felt. At once Cyril also remembered something and turned to look at Aunt Tasya.
"Tante why the hell settle all garden? Wear that rich shirt again. Cyril thought the new gardener's aunt loh" the young man said
In a split second, Cyril can capture the change in facial features of aunty Tasya. But quickly the woman was acting ordinary.
"Tanteun taman has started to take care of it, so aunty aja is in order" said Aunt Tasya quickly
"Over-imposed answer" Cyril
"The aunt herself who stopped the gardeners, now her own aunt who bothered" said Cyril
Looks aunty Tasya began to be uncomfortable with the direction of this chat. He stood up and walked towards the exit.
"Your heart goes, don't forget to bring the key if you want to go home at night" he said as he stepped up
"Yes aunty" answered Cyril while looking at the departure of aunt Tasya.
There's something weird about Aunt Tasya.
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"Nearly caught" whispered the figure in the dark
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Half an hour later, Cyril and Ara were already sitting at a roadside Lesehan food stall in the Traffic Park area of Bandung. While waiting for the order they talked about the case of Seruni.
"There's still no new leads" Ara began the conversation.
"Not yet, the police are deadlocked, they don't know where to start. All the initial investigation was back raw" the young man replied as he exhaled.
"You're sure the person you saw in your vision wasn't one of the people whose picture I was pointing at?" Next later.
"Very sure. At first she looked like an aunt Erry. But her face was different" Ara replied confidently.
"Now at home there is only me, Aunt Tasya and mbok Jejen. I don't know where to find people in your vision. Grandma is not the kind of person who likes to socialize. So it doesn't feel possible that the person you saw was a guest" Cyril said. A desperate tone sounded from the man.
"You are patient. The truth is only one. Long or fast, it will be shaken too" comfort Ara
Cyril nodded. Their order has come, it's time to fill the stomach so they can think clearly again.
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It was near midnight when Cyril opened the door of the house using the key he had brought. The atmosphere of the house. He estimates that aunt Tasya and mbok Jejen must have slept. Entering his room, he saw an object lying on the sofa. A cellphone. Most likely it belongs to aunty Tasya who accidentally fell.
The young man rubbed the screen of the phone and the next second his forehead wrinkled in wonder. The wallpaper on Tasya's mobile phone made him shocked and think hard. His heart balked but his brain confirmed what he saw. The battle between the brain and the heart begins. Where his brain exposes facts while his heart does not accept.
Aunt Tasya is known as a quiet and not much behavior. 7 years married to om Afwan, never once heard they had a big fight. Cyril knew that because from the moment they got married, om and his aunt lived with them in this house. Unfortunately, 5 years ago om Afwan died of illness. Leaving aunt Tasya alone because they have not been blessed with children. Aunt Tasya also stayed at this house at the request of grandmother.
Cyril's phone rang, a sign the phone was running out of battery. A few seconds later, the door handle sounded, a sign of someone trying to get in here. Hunt the man turn off Tasya's aunt's phone and place it carelessly on the sofa. He opened the door.
Aunt Tasya's face looked anxious and also surprised. Cyril clearly grasped the expression.
"Cyril, are you home? Auntie thinks you're still out. Aunty wants to find aunty's phone, who knows it fell here" before Cyril asked, aunty Tasya had explained.
"I just got in my aunt's room, went straight to the bathroom. Try aja aunty find yourself" he said shifting the side of the body, giving way to aunty Tasya.
Aunt Tasya headed to the sofa and found her cell phone. The phone was swiped but the thing still did not want to turn on.
"The power of the battery abis yes this" aunty Tasya voiced. The woman could not cover the relief that was clearly heard in her voice. His expression relaxed again.
"Sorry Cyril, auntie bother you at night. Rest there" he said as he exited Cyril's room
As soon as the door closed, the young man sat on the sofa. Squeezing her hair and vividly recalling what she saw on her aunt Tasya's phone.
