GHOST SCREAMS
TRACKING
Mr. Prapto has just flipped through the files of Mr. Misnanto's murder. He was busy rereading the contents inside the file. His head was dizzy as he did not find anything suspicious in the file. However, the senior police voice continued to say that there is still an unsolved mystery in the case of the murder of Mr. Misnanto. Then Mr. Prapto holds a photocopy of the identity of the perpetrator he obtained from the local population service.
Armed with the address in a photocopy of Mang Dirin ID card, the police went to Mang Dirin's house after he returned from the office. Mang Dirin House is located quite far from the office. After asking there and asking here, finally Pak Prapto arrived at an old house that is quite simple. From the outside view of the house it seems like the house is not well maintained.
Tok Tok Tok!
“Assalamualaikum ..”
There is no lawfulness.
Tok Tok Tok!
“Assalamualaikum ..”
“Kok like no one, huh? Or maybe this house has not been inhabited for a long time? I tried to knock on the door once. If still no one said, maybe I should ask one of the residents around.”
Tok Tok Tok!
“Assalamualaikum ..”
There is still no lawfulness. However, this time Mr. Prapto was like hearing a step from behind him. His voice was a bit creepy as well because the house he was visiting was located somewhat apart from the other house. As soon as the sound of footsteps stopped, Mr. Prapto ventured to turn around.
“The house was long abandoned by its owner, Sir!” said a mother who was almost the same age as Pak Prapto.
“Oh yes? Where did they go, Ma'am?”
The mother stared at Pak Prapto. Mr. Prapto waited long enough for an answer from the woman before the woman finally said.
“The story is long, sir! Better to go home soon before evening.”
“I have enough time to listen to Mom's story.”
“Already! You better get home soon!” The woman turned her body and intended to leave Pak Prapto.
“Please, Mom! I am the cop who handled the murder case involving Mang Dirin as the culprit. For several days I could not sleep well because of the thought of the case. I want to make this case as clear as possible. Please help me, Mom!” Mr. Prapto stood in front of the woman.
The woman looked at Mr. Prapto's face quite deeply. It was as if he was observing the look on the face of the man in front of him. With a face that looks ketus the woman also took the empty space next to Pak Prapto to continue his steps to leave the old house.
“My credit!” whispered women who use the kebaya model clothes.
A hue of happiness emanated on Mr. Prapto's face because of getting an invitation from the woman. Mr. Prapto very much hoped that he would get a lot of info about Mang Dirin from the woman. He quickly followed the woman's steps.
It turned out that the woman took Pak Prapto to walk to her house. The woman's house was in front of the old house. The two houses were separated by a village road. Among the other houses, the woman's house was the closest to Mang Dirin's house.
“Please sit!”
“Thank you”
Mr. Prapto sat in the simple living room in the woman's house. After that, the woman went into the back room. Next to the living room there is a glass that is quite wide in size. Mr. Prapto saw the woman talking to the young woman. Maybe it was the girl. I don't know what they're talking about, Mr. Prapto can't hear it. After talking to the young woman, the woman went back into her house and reappeared in the living room to visit Pak Prapto who looked confused.
“I live three with my children and grandchildren,” said the woman opened the conversation while sitting in one of the wooden chairs.
“Include my name Prapto. If you know whose name is Mommy?”
“My name is Rodiah. But, ordinary people call me Bu Yati.”
“Please sorry! Is it because Yati is the name of the child Mother?”
“Yes, that's it. While waiting for tea to be made by my son, please Pak Prapto want to ask anything about Mang Dirin?”
Pak Prapto felt that there was a fresh breeze blowing when Bu Yati offered it. Somehow he felt the testimony of the woman would greatly help his investigation into the murder of Mr. Misnanto who he was handling.
While Mr. Prapto prepared the questions he was going to ask Bu Yati, Bu Yati's daughter was pouring white crystals into the brownish-yellow liquid she had just made. After that, the woman named Yati also brought the hot drink to the living room using a worn tray made of plastic.
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