Detective Horror

Chapter 11 - The Strange Village

When you're among the weirdos, it's those people who will look at you strangely.

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Zulfikar had already returned to the villa where he was staying. It looks like the steward has finished cooking and is serving his cooking on the dining table.

"Crazy, Pram! There are a lot of beautiful girls here." Zulfikar looked very happy.

"Why are you that happy? Did you peek at the girls who were bathing?" The steward immediately became suspicious of his best friend.

"Just kid! What am I a man? I accidentally hugged a girl. I thought he was going to kill himself by jumping into the ravine." Zulfikar.

"Only you are in mode!" ledek Premen.

"Seriously, Pram! The girl stayed at the villa up there. She's with her friend who's no less beautiful." Zulfikar tried to convince the steward.

"OK .. okay .. I believe you." The steward finally relented.

"She's really my type girl. It's beautiful, sexy, martial arts again. Really interesting. But honey, he's a little bit fierce." Zulfikar smiled to himself remembering the figure of Puspa.

"You're in love, aren't you? Let's eat first! Don't tell me that you're full of love," said Pramuja.

Zulfikar just laughed at the joke. His stomach is hungry. She may be full just by eating love.

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By driving his jeep, Pramuja and Zulfikar went down the hill and went towards the village full of flowers.

On the descent from the car, Pramuja and Zulfikar walk around the village while carrying a DSLR camera. The people in the village looked at them with strange gazes.

The village was completely dependent on flowers. The main livelihood of villagers is as a flower farmer. There is a sunflower field that is a supplier of kuaci factories in the district. In addition, there are also ornamental flower farmers. The flowers are usually sent to the flower shops in the city. Many florists in the city entrust the supply of fresh flowers to the flower farmers in the village.

"Hey, Pram, don't you see anything strange in this village?" zulfikar asked in a whisper.

"Of course there are a lot of weird things that I found in this village. There are only old people and young girls. There's not a single young man in sight." The steward whispered back.

"Sorry, are these two journalists?" A young girl approached and asked the two friends.

"Actually not a journalist. More precisely the photographer," replied Pramuja.

"My name is Melati. I am a resident of this village. Can I help you?" The young woman offered help.

"The village has never given birth to a son. Maybe because this village is filled with flowers, so it has the same effect on the genes of the people here." Melati answered with a strange answer.

"I don't think it has anything to do with it at all." Zulfikar.

"I think so too, Mom. This village seems to have been cursed." Melati whispered, as if scared if anyone heard.

"Darken!!! What the hell are you doing there? Quickly help mommy bring these flowers!" An old woman called out to Melati.

Without saying goodbye, Melati immediately ran towards her mother. Leaving behind Pramuja and Zulfikar who looked at each other with confused looks.

"Preferably don't get close to the girl in this village." An old man who had been standing behind the flight attendant and Zulfikar, gave a warning.

"Why is that, sir?" zulfikar asked in astonishment, turning his head towards the source of the voice.

"The village has its own rules. Foreigners are forbidden to associate with girls in this village." The old man looked unhappy with the presence of the Priest and Zulfikar.

"Mother just calm down. Our goal to this village is to take photos of the beauty of the village, instead of looking for a mate. We're not interested in this village girl anyway." Zulfikar became a little upset. The girls in the village were indeed beautiful, but not as beautiful as Puspa and Lestari.

"Good then. There are consequences if you break your boundaries." The old man seemed to be threatening.

"Okay, sir, we understand." The steward doesn't want to argue.

"If you want to take good photos of the scenery, you can go to the sunflower fields there." The old man pointed towards the flower field that was not that far from the village.

The steward immediately took Zulfikar away towards the sunflower field.

"This village is really very strange," muttered the flight attendant.

"You're right, Pram. The girl named Melati and the old man were really very strange. Moreover, the gazes of the people of the village when they see us" said Zulfikar.

After walking quite a distance, Pramuja and Zulfikar finally reached the sunflower field.

"I'll take a photo from there! It seems like the perfect place to take photos." The steward pointed somewhere.

"You're too much into your role as a photographer. I'll just wait here." Zulfikar sat on the wooden chair at the edge of the flower field.

The steward immediately headed to his designated spot. He really wanted to take some good photos. He really does animate that disguise.

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