
Dira continued to be silent, his mind was disturbed by the photo of the sixth student in the room Mr. Sigit. Should he ask Mr Anggi?. He kept cringing whether to ask or not, worried if asking could arouse suspicion in his gym teacher. However, curiosity had defeated his logic, so he had to ask about the schoolgirl in the photo. The logic continues to spin, what kind of questions should be asked so as not to be suspicious of him.
"Eemmmmmm, sir, can you ask me something?" tanya Dira ventured to ask.
"May, please" said Mr. Anggi, he hoped that Dira would tell him the thing that made him moody after coming out of the principal's room.
"The photo on display on the wall of the headmaster's room is of outstanding students, sir?" tanya Dira paused her words.
"Yes, only outstanding students can be on display there" said Mr. Anggi.
"So I saw a photo of six girls who won the Volleyball competition at the national level" said Dira.
"Oh yeah, that's the last time our school won in a national level sports race" Mr. Anggi replied.
"What year is that, sir?" ask Dira carefully.
"Five years ago, but they graduated four years ago so it's only natural that you don't know them" explained Mr. Anggi.
"Oh so, now where do they go to school, sir?" ask Dira again.
"The five continued school, not one school but unfortunately the one who held the trophy died. His death is exactly like your classmates" said Mr. Anggi who made Dira stop his steps.
"Why you?" ask Mr. Anggi wonder.
"Ng.nothing, sir" said Dira terbata.
"Related?".
"Yes, did he die at graduation too, sir?" ask Dira after mastering her nervousness.
"Yes, just like Haris. He was killed in the same way" answered Mr. Anggi.
"Why do I feel that there is something strange yes" inner Dira.
"Eh, this problem no one knows yes" said Mr. Anggi.
"Why, Sir?" dira asked as he scrunched his forehead.
"The school's side doesn't want to let the secret about every student's death spread".
"Yes, I'm not going to spread it".
"Good".
"Oh yes sir, why now have not sent students to participate in the competition between schools, districts or even national?" tanya Dira turned her attention so that Mr. Anggi did not suspect himself who was scraping information about the student.
"It is not suitable to be sent, it must be maximum training in order to win the match" replied Pak Anggi.
"Yes sir, thank you for coming upstairs. I'm going to the tent to help my friends" said Dira.
"Yes, please" replied Mr. Anggi briefly.
Dira walked hurriedly towards his tent which was located at the very end. Their tent is adjacent to the Volleyball field and across from the football field. Near the football field is a vegetable garden owned by the school.
SMP N Nusa Bangsa does often do suitable planting, utilizing the school land that is quite fertile. There are various plants such as flowers, vegetables and fruits. Behind the class there is also empty land, in accordance with the order of each class has been in the plot to be planted. The Via class got the task of planting peanuts, the yield for several months was fruiting. After fruiting, one class immediately picked the results of their plants during this time. Not infrequently, they directly process and market their products for the assessment of business Hero subjects.
After arriving near the tent, Dirga, Bunga, Novi and Via were sitting relaxed while eating a snack. There was no chatter, at least Via no longer cried.
"Vi, I want something with you" said Dira as she landed her butt next to her best friend.
"Vi, it's about the schoolgirls you've seen a few times" Dira exclaimed.
Suddenly, everyone who was there looked towards Dira. They are all curious, why exactly now Dira will discuss about the mysterious student.
"What do you mean, Dir?" tanya Novi frowned.
"Vi, please beat me up. I'm really sorry if I hurt your feelings but I don't intend to believe it or anything. I have info, but do not know the truth" explained Dira while holding Via's hand.
"We are obrolin in the tent, afraid that someone will hear" suggested Dirga while moving into the tent group Via.
"Try telling us, what do you mean!" pinta Bunga to Dira.
Dira began to tell everything in detail, while he was in the room of Mr. Sigit to his secret chat with Mr. Anggi.
"We have not yet obtained the mysterious student's self-data" said Chess when listening to their chat.
"To get his data, we have to search for himself" said Bunga lirih.
"Where?" ask Dirga.
Everything fell silent in each other's minds, how to get the mysterious student's self data.
"But are you sure that the mysterious student is the same person as the one in the photo of the tragically dead principal and student?" tanya Dira worried.
"Does Via have to confirm it by sneaking into the room?" ask Chess.
"It must be, it seems that Via to the principal's room and see firsthand so that we do not waste time looking for information for things that are not yet clear is a way to hide this problem" said Dirga firmly.
"How am I supposed to get to the principal's room?" ask Via.
"I have an idea" said Dira cheerfully.
"What?" ask Flowers and Novi simultaneously.
"I pretended to go to the principal's room to change the type of work my father is now not in accordance with his ID card" said Dira smiling.
"Alright, I understand" Via said as he nodded.
"Let's go there now" Dira asked as she extended her hand so that Via immediately got up from his seat.
Via walked in tandem with Dira towards the headmaster's room, they walked hurriedly. Their small feet stepped swiftly, for the headmaster to still be in his room.
They entered the room with the stairs leading to the top floor, when passing the stairs, the library of school documents was open.
"Dir, I think there's someone inside?" tanya Via stopped Dira's footsteps.
"Eh, yes, this room is still locked" explained Dira.
"Let's go in, let's check the room first" said Via.
"Duh, don't be. I was afraid" Dira replied trembling while holding back Via's hand that would pull her into the library.
"Udah, you just calm down, we just need to know who is in this room" explained Via.
Dira followed Via's advice to enter the library. The dark room without lighting, making the room seem haunted.