GHOST SCREAMS
BU YATI'S
After downing a drink served by Yati, Pak Prapto seemed to find his energy back due to a full day of activity.
“Pak Prapto .. As Mang Dirin's neighbor, I am honestly not sure if he committed the murder of the security guard at the school,” said Bu Rodiah aka Bu Yati started the conversation.
“Why did Bu Yati say that? Isn't there much evidence that leads to Mang Dirin?” Mr. Prapto tried to trace the meaning of the words of the woman before him.
“Yes, because I think Mang Dirin is a very good person and never envied others. Especially if it is just a job. His wife used to sell Sembako here, there were still other neighbors selling Sembako as well, Mang Dirin told his wife to sell food only. And one more thing, I still can't believe that Mang Dirin ran away from this city because as far as I know he's the one who doesn't want to be far from this city, from this village, from this village, even from his own home.”
“Why can Bu Yati be so sure?”
“There were people who wanted to buy Mang Dirin's house and yard at a very high price. But, Mang Dirin did not want to take off his house. He said he did not want to leave the house because there are many memories there. He lives in that house. He wanted to be in that house for life. So, it does not make sense that Mang Dirin was rumored to escape from the city of apalai to outside Java.”
“Hm ... is it yes, Bu?”
“One more, Mr. Police. Our family and the Mang Dirin family are very familiar. It's like family. If Mang Dirin really wants to go far, why did he not say goodbye to me? Weird, right?”
“So, Mang Dirin where according to Bu Yati?”
The woman suddenly held her nape while looking left and right.
“Why, Mom?” reprimanded Pak Prapto for being surprised to see the behavior of women in front of him.
“Semenjak Mang Dirin reportedly escaped, we and our family rarely play in front of Mang Dirin's house again. Though the spacious Mang Dirin page is the best if used as a seat-sitting and chatting with the surrounding residents. Especially while there is still Mang Dirin. He is royal. So often give cakes to small children around here.”
“Why not mess around Mang Dirin house again?”
“Eh .. Anu, Sir. How, huh? Every night that day we heard in Mang Dirin's house like there was still activity. It was as if Mang Dirin was still inside. Sometimes it sounded like people were cooking, sometimes like hearing the sound of steps, and sometimes we also like hearing the sound of coughing Mang Dirin. We were afraid to play around the house again. Especially our kids are not allowed to play there. Once my grandson was pas magrib that cry girab-girab. Well, pas asked that he said he saw mbah-mbah was looking at him from the front of the house.”
Mr. Prapto listened carefully to the old woman's story. From the woman's expression and body language, the man could guess that the woman was telling the truth.
“What among the citizens here has ever tried to check into that house? Who knew there was a madman or beggar secretly living inside that house?”
“Pernah .. Mr. RT who tried to enter the house by breaking into the locked door.”
“So how it turned out?”
“Nobody's inside. And strangely a few days later Mr. RT sick. He told the citizens here that he always had nightmares and was visited by Mang Dirin in his dreams.”
“Astagfirullah!”
“Pak Policemen .. that's all I can convey to you. I hope you can reveal the case as clearly as possible. I'm sure Mang Dirin is innocent. In fact, I am sure Mang Dirin is only used as a scapegoat.”
“Iya, Ms. .. we will fight as much as possible to uncover this case. Pray for us, Mom? Oh yes, if sometime I need to be with Mom, is there a phone number that can be contacted?”
“If my phone number doesn't have, sir. His name is also difficult. But, people here usually if you receive a phone borrow papenya Pak RT.”
“Mother has the number Mr RT?”
“There. I'll take a moment to get the note, yes?”
After receiving a phone number note from Bu Yati, Pak Prapto was ready to go home. Somehow he missed stopping by at a coffee shop near the terminal. The stall where he and one of his deceased friends used to chat together. Actually, their age is a bit far away, but because of the comfort in communicating makes them familiar.
“Pak, it looks like in the future I can't help you anymore ..”
“Why, Bro?”
“I'm afraid, Sir ..”
“Fear why?”
“I'm afraid something will happen with my family ..”
“Loh, isn't your wife and child dead?”
Pak Prapto's friend was silent for a moment.
“Sorry yes, Bro. I don't mean to remind you of that tragic incident.”
“Nothing, Sir. In the past, I did help you often to uncover those cases because I did not want the incident that befell my son and wife also befall others. But, this time if I continue to help you, my adopted son could be at risk of his life.”
“You already have lift?”
“Yes, there you go!”
“All decisions are with you. If you need protection for your foster child, I can do it.”
“Not necessary, Sir. No one knew I had a foster child other than me and my son. But lately I have been feeling anxious. Looks like I'm being watched.”
“What? Who's watching you?”
“Wait .. This is still my suspicion.”
“OK. I'll wait for your info later.”
That was the last day Prapto met his best friend before he finally died in an accident.
Just now Mr. Prapto sipped his order coffee, suddenly there was a group of people walking to the coffee shop. However, the group of people suddenly turned around and stayed away from the coffee shop. Mr. Prapto who happened to turn his head towards them became a little suspicious of the behavior of those people.
“Why are those people suddenly like avoiding so? Waitaminute! I think I've seen them. Geez .. If it is not wrong they are friends as professional as my late friend .. Yes .. they are angkot drivers just like my best friend. But, why did they turn around after seeing me coffee here? What's really going on with them? I have to find out this .. Lest they were ..” Pak Prapto suddenly remembered the tragic events that befell his best friend.
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