GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 92: SECRET ROOM

Mr. Rengga told me to go inside the IPA Laboratory room. I walked behind Mr. Rengga, until the mysterious man reached his private room. He took a chair in the room, and I stood in front of his desk. The atmosphere of the private room of this Rengga sir is truly mystical. Especially the fridge, it's still there. Ever since I saw it, I wondered what it was, but after hearing the analysis of Dawn, it would be better if I did not know the contents of the fridge.

"Im, you know what, right? Prayer for the students of this school is mandatory law, except for those who are not?" Mr. Rengga opened the conversation.

"I-yes, Sir. I plead guilty. I promise not to repeat my mistake again" I replied slowly.

"Okay, your apology I received, but that's not enough. You must be punished" said Mr. Rengga.

"Yes, I am ready to accept the punishment from you" I replied.

"You sure you're ready to be punished by me? What if the punishment is severe?" said mr. Rengga.

"It's okay, sir!" my answer.

"Ha ha ha .. it turns out that you really have blood from your mother and father," said Mr. Rengga.

"What does Father mean?" I asked.

"It has become a habit from year to year, I always check the special children's biodata in this school" replied Mr. Rengga.

"Special kids?" tanyaku do not understand the direction of the conversation Rengga sir.

"Special children are those who do things beyond reasonableness or have suspicious actions. You, Dawn, Gatot, Cindy, Lidya, Merry, and Rossa are among the children I mean," replied Mr. Rengga.

"So, you know the identity of my two people?" I asked.

"Yes. I only found out a few days ago. You're Hasan and Ningrum's son, right?" replied Rengga sir with a smile.

"I-i-iya, sir!" I answered with trembling.

"You're shocked, yes, I can tell you that? In this school, nothing can escape my supervision" replied Mr. Rengga.

"I-i-iya, sir!" my answer is getting shaky.

"To my knowledge Hasan and Ningrum never left the congregation prayer at school. Why did you as a child not follow in the footsteps of your parents. Or, may you do something while others do the prayer of worshipers in the mosque? said Mr. Rengga with a heavy tone.

" T-t-no, sir. I was really sick to my stomach at the time" I replied.

"You don't lie to me, do you? As far as I know, no child uses that eastern bathroom. Why did you dare use that bathroom? Very suspicious," said Mr. Rengga.

"I-i-iya, sir. I was forced to use it because of kebellet," I replied lying.

"You're really as rowdy as your mother's Ningrum" replied Rengga.

"I'm not lying, sir" I said.

"Already! I don't want to hear your excuses anymore. Even though you are my friend's son. I don't want to distinguish you from the other students" cried Mr. Rengga.

"Yes, Sir. It's okay" I replied.

"Oh yeah, your dad told you that, didn't he? That we both ever fight?" said mr. Rengga.

"Fight? No, you never told me that," I asked curiously.

"Yes, we both had a big fight. We never had a disagreement before. However, I understood his anger at that time. Want how else, all that I had to do," said Mr. Rengga.

"Sorry, Sir. I don't understand the problem you're telling me" I said.

"Here you go, you don't need to know that. It was a dark time of friendship between the two of us. One day I am sure your father will understand my position," said Mr. Rengga.

I'm just a mangosteen with the story of Mr. Rengga. Between misunderstanding and suspicion was mixed up in my mind at the time.

"Did you hit Mr. Rengga because you suspected Mr. Rengga as a killer of Dance? What does Mr. Rengga mean by 'understand'? Will you understand why Mr. Rengga killed Tari? Ah, it's really strange, Mr. Rengga," I thought to myself.

"Oh yes, until I forget. You I give the punishment to clean this room," replied Mr. Rengga firmly.

"When should I do that, sir?" my many.

"You still asking that?" asked Mr. Rengga rather cynically.

"Oh yes, sir. Now, huh? I am ready to do it" I replied.

"Well, of course, you will feel thirsty after cleaning this room. I'll get you a cold drink" said Mr. Rengga.

"No, Sir. No," I replied, rejecting it. For some reason when he called a cold drink, I was imagined with a drink placed next to the fetus. Even though the foetus had been buried this morning, hadn't the two of them already been in one place?

"Not be shy! I will give you a special drink that you have never met before" said Mr. Rengga as he walked closer to the refrigerator.

There is no chance for me to prevent Mr. Rengga. Mr. Rengga was already in front of his fridge. He opened the door and did not forget to lock it. Surprisingly, this time there was no smell of foul again from inside the room. Maybe because the baby is no longer there.

Mr. Rengga stuck his hand in and took a slightly reddish-brown drink from the fridge. And he also thrust it at me.

"This you brought! It must taste good," he said

"Thank you, sir" I replied while accepting Mr. Rengga's gift.

"Oh yes, you can start your punishment now. I'm sorry I can't accompany you" said Mr. Rengga as he walked me out of his private room.

"Where are you going?" my many.

"I'm just going home. I can't bear to see my friend's son being punished in front of me. He he he," said Mr. Rengga ended with a laugh.

I don't know why, even though I'm actually afraid of Mr. Rengga. However, at that time I felt more afraid that I should be in this room alone.

"But, Mr. ..," I protested.

"Easy! Quickly finish your task. So that you can go home quickly," said Mr. Rengga while leaving me alone in the room.

This time I was alone in an IPA laboratory room. I stared at all parts of the room while looking for a broom and a rag, which turned out to be behind the door. For some reason, looking at the media of biological practices lined up in jars. The preserved animal organs reminded me of the form of a fetus or a human organ only. I must remain strong to complete this task, lest Mr. Rengga grow suspicious of me if I do not carry out my duties properly. I carefully wiped practicum tables, jars of strange media, and props in the shape of a human skull. When I wiped the skull, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I looked back.

"Who?" my yelling.

There's no answer. I also continued to clean the skull. Yet again there was a knock at the door. And this time I am sure very well, the knocking sound did not come from the front door, but from the door of the private room Mr. Rengga who was locked tightly.

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