Eternal Island

Behind the Painting

"So, you too are calm, do not mind too much, pity your late wife."

"Yes, Jok."

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Not felt, the night came, Leon was preparing to leave for work.

"I'm leaving first yeah, Fran, Jok."

"Okay, Le, be careful" Franky said.

"If the road looks around Le, let it not fall" joko licked.

"Ah, I am a child" Leon said.

Franky and Joko chuckle, and Leon soon passes, leaving only Franky and Joko.

"You want to go to the beach again, Jok?" ask Franky.

"Yes, Fran, I want to quickly find Rinjani's body and keep coming home from here, I haven't been here for a long time."

"Yes, Jok, I've missed my hometown too."

"Yes, I'm leaving first yes, you're here."

"Yes, Jok, be careful."

"Okay, Fran, uh I tipped the mpus yes, I will not invite him to fear trouble, because I will do something risky."

"Yes, take it easy, Jok, he always sleeps in the kitchen, right."

"Yes, Fran, I'll see you for a minute." Joko walks into the kitchen, and approaches Nawang.

"Hey pus, I'm going to the beach, you just sleep, if I ask, fear why later, because I will do something risky."

"Meooong!"

"Yes go, be careful, if you meet my uncle" said Nawang's inner voice.

"Oh, if it's business, take it easy, you don't think too much, okay?"

"Meooong!"

Joko smiled, then left Nawang and was about to go to the beach on foot, not forgetting she brought her scepter.

Arriving at the beach, Joko immediately walked towards the forest, which was across the beach.

Arriving in the forest, Joko calls Rinjani with her inner voice, and before long, a white puff of smoke appears, and in an instant turns into a white woman figure, who is none other than Rinjani.

"Have you come?" rinjani.

"And you've seen me here, yes it means I've come dong," continued Joko.

Rinjani just smiled.

"You ready? Let's start," said Joko.

"I have to how?" ask Rinjani to be confused.

"You are sitting here" said Joko, pointing at the fallen log.

Rinjani was sitting in a place that had been appointed by Joko. Then, Joko stood behind Rinjani.

Joko touches Rinjani's crown and Joko closes her eyes, with her mouth muttering a mantra.

Focusing on concentrating, suddenly the wind blew very strong and toppled one of the trees in front of the forest. Joko was surprised, she finally lost her concentration.

"Huft, what's going on, Rin?"

Rinjani moved from her seat.

"I don't know, it seems like nature is angry" Rinjani said.

"Nature? Getting angry? Angry why?" ask Joko wonder.

"Come," said Rinjani.

"If in my opinion, it seems right that you, nature does not allow me, do this," said Joko.

"Keep how dong?" Rinjani is confused.

"Let's be patient, I'm trying too. Oh yeah, do you know about the painting in the gate, where the island goes in and out?"

"Drawing?" Rinjani frowned.

"Yes a painting of a woman" said Joko.

"Well that's it, I can't remember anything about the painting."

"Huh? You are getting a little bit weird, too, huft" said Joko.

"Weird how?" Rinjani is confused.

"Ah come on, I'm even so anxious with you," said Joko.

Rinjani speechless ....

Rinjani shook her head weakly. "It happened a few decades ago, I can't remember anything."

"Oh, you are a ghost, it is troubling, troublesome too" said Joko.

Rinjani was silent again ....

"If Franky hadn't met you, this wouldn't have been the case, and I wouldn't have bothered with it either."

"If you really mind, why would you bother going to this place?"

"Eh, you are, you little jin bucin, I live in a village with Franky, and he's nothing, and I just have to be quiet? Really you yeah, you've made trouble in my village, where can I stay silent."

"Already, already, don't get angry, I just ask for help finding my body, so that my death is perfect and I can reincarnate again."

"When do you want to be reincarnated? Wait for Franky to get old, so grandpa? Ahaha!"

"Have not mocked me, now go home, I'm sure, you can find my body."

Without waiting for a reply from Joko, Rinjani turned into a puff of smoke, and disappeared slowly.

Joko walked home with shaky steps, on the way, he kept thinking about the painting on the archway.

"I have to investigate the painting, but how? Ah tomorrow as I think about it, "his mind.

Joko gets home, she sees Franky still sitting in the front room, befriending the laptop on his lap.

"Lho, you haven't slept yet, Fran?"

Erlangga .... "Eh you're home, Jok? I'm not sleepy, waiting for you to come home."

Joko sat next to Franky.

"Where are the results of your investigation, Jok? What's failed again?"

Joko's eyes rounded immediately "Kok you know, Fran?"

"That's how your face looks tangled, hahaha ...." Franky laughed.

"Kusut, indeed the yarn," said Joko.

"Yes, Jok, your face is like a thread" Franky said.

"Huuu, look out for you, yes" threatened Joko to make Franky chuckle.

"Eh, Fran, I'd love to investigate the painting, but I'm confused as to how."

"Duh, you better not, Jok, I'm afraid someone will see, he keeps reporting the same one who has the painting, it ends up being a problem later."

"But I was curious about the painting, it seemed to make me have to investigate.

"Yes, but slow down, you don't be reckless, Jok," Franky said.

"Yes, then from that, I'll think of a way."

"Okay, Jok, the important thing is, you have to be careful."

"Yes, Fran."

Joko walks into the kitchen, and sees Nawang curled up.

"Are you cold, mpus?" joko asked, in his heart.

"Mooong ...."

"Not really," replied Nawang's conscience.

"Today's the shirt I wore for the blanket, where?"

"Staying in the front seat, I don't feel cold."

"Yes already then, eh can you help me? I mean, help give advice or something."

"What can I help you with?"

"Do you know about the painting in the gate?"

"Drawing? Em, before I became a cat, I I once walked through the archway, it was a glance, I was like seeing a painting on the archway."

"I mean, you feel like there's something weird, isn't there the same painting?"

"Any? Ah ordinary anyway, if in my opinion, it's just an ordinary painting, what's the matter?"

"Hem, it turns out you don't understand, if I find the painting strange."

"Weird how?"

"Well, it's weird, it looks like it's the same as the other paintings."

"What makes it look different?"

"The woman in the painting, like life."

"What's? Really true?"

"Yes, mpus, lest it's a mystery painting, right on this island there are many things that smell of mystery."