GHOST SCREAMS
FELLOWSHIP
The next day Mr. Prapto went on a pilgrimage to the grave of his best friend who had died in an accident while at work. At the time of the incident, Mr. Prapto could not come because the senior police only learned of the incident that happened to his friend the next day. This time is the second visit for Mr. Prapto at the tomb of his best friend. The man sat on the grave of the good-natured transport driver. Not feeling his tears back down reminiscing about the togetherness with his best friend.
“Bro, you calm down there, huh? You're a good man. You've saved a lot of young people's lives in this city by becoming a police crime informant. It's not an easy task for anyone. Being a police informant means being prepared to be hostile to others including neighbors, friends, and even family. But, they don't know that you did all that sincerely because you want to save the younger generation in this city from destruction. Thanks to information from you, the police have arrested many drug mafia that we have long sought.”
Mr. Prapto wiped his tears back. After that he continued his monologue.
“Bro, yesterday I saw your friends trying to avoid me. What's really going on with them? Don't they usually act like that towards me? What's the matter with them, bro? Are they hiding anything from me? Aboutwhat? Or does it have something to do with your death? Ah ... You died from a regular accident, right?”
Mr. Prapto stopped his monologue because he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. The man looked back too. This time Mr. Prapto looked directly at someone. They both squinted their eyes and seemed to be remembering something.
“Bapak right that time came in the square to give awards?”
“You're his friend Imran's girl, right?”
The two then throw each other a smile. This time they were convinced that their guess was correct.
“Iya. I am Mr. Prapto. The police who handled Mr. Misnanto's murder case. Then, why are you in this tomb?”
“True. I'm Arini. I'm a friend of Imran.Hm .. Justeru should be the one who should ask Mr. Prapto. Why did Pak Prapto make a pilgrimage to my father's grave?”
“WHAT? So, you're my best friend's adopted son? Oh my God .. I really did not expect that this adopted son that your father meant was you. Wish I had known from the beginning ..”
“Hm .. Means this Mr. Prapto is a father friend that my father often told me. The father always said that I would be more diligent in studying so that I could be a policeman like his friend father. That is, if father story.”
“Ck ck ck .. Ariniiii .. Ariniiiii .. I really did not expect. Bro, your son is great, bro. He has dared to uncover the case of Satpam murder at his school. He's better than you think. Yes, although until now I still feel awkward with the resolution of the case ..”
“Article? What do you mean by saying that the case is awkward?”
“Iya, Arini. I still think there is something strange about this case. Moreover, traces of Mang Dirin as the main suspect were not also found until now.”
“What do you mean, Not Mang Dirin the real culprit?”
“Hm .. Already! You just pray for your father first. Later come home let me take you home.”
“Iya, Sir!”
Arini continued her activities to water the flowers in the navel of her adoptive father and also sent her prayers. When he finished, Mr. Prapto drove the girl home. Along the way the two of them chatted with fun. Arini is indeed a cheerful and pleasant figure to talk to. However, Mr. Prapto felt something strange when he drove the girl.
“Down here only, Sir?”
“No,Sir. Later mom can be angry with me if you take me to the front of the house.”
“Loh, later let me talk to your mother myself deh!”
“No need, Sir! Let me just get down here! I can walk after.”
Because Arini kept asking to be taken down, Mr. Prapto also dropped the girl on the side of the road. After that, he continued his journey. Arini continued her journey home on foot.
When engrossed in driving, suddenly Pak Prapto felt someone whispering his ears to follow Arini. So at that second also the man slowed down the speed of his car and he turned back the vehicle. After that, he parked his car on the side of the road. The man was wearing his jacket and he secretly followed Arini from a distance.
Arini did not realize that he was being followed by Pak Prapto. He kept walking towards his house. It turns out that Arini's mother was waiting for Arini's arrival in front of her house. Arini was frightened by the sinister look of her mother. He realized that soon his mother would scold him.
“Assalamualaikum ..”
Arini's mother immediately scolded the girl and grabbed the girl's hair. Arini could only be silent not daring to go against her mother's will.
“Where have you been on holiday like this? I told you not to go!” mother's nagles.
Arini was pushed into the house by her mother. Then the door of the house was locked from the inside. Mr. Prapto who witnessed the incident from a distance was quite shocked by the incident that was plastered in front of his eyes. He did not expect Arini's mother to have such a thing with his biological son. Mr. Prapto also recorded the action from a distance. The man was very sorry for Arini. He intends to advise his mother Arini someday because Arini is not a bad boy. That girl has done a lot in school.
After a long wait for the door of Arini's house not to be reopened, the man turned his back and intended to go home. However, as he turned around, he accidentally hit someone's body.
“Aduh, sorry Sir!” said Mr. Prapto politely.
“Bapak is doing here?” ask that guy back.
“Eh ... Anu .. I'm looking for a mosque around here. But I strayed all the way here. Do you know the nearest mosque from here?”
“Oalah ... You please go straight then turn right. Later on the roadside there is already the mosque.”
“Wah, thank you very much, Sir!”
After that Mr. Prapto also walked away from the place. Mr. Prapto is grateful that his surveillance was not discovered by the man. However, along the way the senior police thought. I don't know why he seems to know a man who just met him. However, Mr. Prapto does not remember what the man's name was and also where he had seen it. Arriving in his car, Pak Prapto was still thinking about the figure of the man he met just now.
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