GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 97: FATHER'S INQUIRY

Dad started his story about the investigation he did with his mother.I listened to the father's story with passion. The father told me that the spy did live there and had a very strong kinship with the principal of Junior High School 01 Karangjati. Every weekend, there will certainly be a meeting between the principal's family and the surveillance family. At least, Yuk Kepak as a close neighbor often witnessed the meeting.

"Is the car with the crash characteristics there, sir?" ask me to father.

"The spy owns several cars. Economically, he was quite successful. The car he was suspected to have used to hit Tari seemed to be there, although it was rarely used among other cars," replied the father.

"Ooo so, sir?" many ensure.

"Yes, according to Yuk Kepak, once married, the spy family often owed money in the Yuk Kepak shop. But, if now the economy is far above average." replied the father.

"Does he still have evidence of his crimes against Tari?" I ask as if I don't believe.

"There is no perfect crime, Im. As much as he hid his crime all this time, maybe this is the time for him to take responsibility for all his actions," replied the father furiously.

"Mr have a plan to arrest him?" manya curious.

"Yes, Im. You have that plan" he replied confidently.

"May I know your plan?" my many.

"Here's mister whiskey!" replied the father, whispering in my ear.

"Surely sure?" I don't believe in your plan.

My father convinced me. Though I doubt, but seeing your expression of faith, I must believe it.

"What's wrong with you, Im?" ask father.

"I-I-I doubt that plan, sir" I replied.

"Trust my father! The plan will work" replied the father trying to convince me back.

"Where are you and Mom going?" my many.

"Mother will help at Arni's house, Im." replied my mother.

"Father is going to someone's house" replied the father.

"Be careful, sir!" my spoken.

"Just calm down, Im. We must trust God in everything that will happen" replied the father.

I got on my bike and left my house. From a distance, I vaguely saw like someone was piggybacking behind my father, but my vision was a bit unclear as well. I also get ready to take a shower and spend the afternoon just reading school textbooks while waiting for the magrib to arrive.

Towards the magrib, the father came on his bicycle. I was surprised because behind my father there was really someone who was piggybacking on him.

"Why are you so scared, Im?" ask father.

"Who's father is piggybacking?" I asked while pointing a pair of legs behind my father.

"Oooo, you're hugging a beautiful girl who just came down from heaven" replied the father in a joking tone.

The woman who was piggybacking behind my father suddenly got off the bike and walked towards me. I was surprised that this woman was my mother.

"Yes, Im. I was piggybacking from Arni's house. I want to pray Magrib at home because at home Mbah Arni queues her mukenya. Incidentally, I saw your father passing by, yes, I called your father so that I could follow him home to pray Magrib at home" replied my mother.

"Oah..," I cried.

"Who do you think your mother is?" ask mother.

"E-no, Mom. I don't think about anyone, I'm just surprised you're piggybacking on someone" I replied.

"Your father wouldn't dare to piggyback on another woman. Yes, right sir?" shouted mom.

"E-yes, Mom. The sin of the law is to piggyback on women who are not their muhrim. Except in the street you were willing to piggyback on the confused grandmothers," replied the father.

"Grandmothers?" my peek.

"Yes, my grandmothers are confused. Just fitting father samperin, suddenly the figure of the grandmother has disappeared somewhere," replied the father.

"Don't .." I cried.

"I've had a couple of granny ghosts on the street, sir" I replied.

"Be careful and always pray to Allah SWT. Don't drive alone either. Find a driving buddy!" said father.

"Yes, sir" I replied.

"First, when my mother was still in school, there was a story about grandmother on the side of the road" answered my mother.

"Oh yeah? What's the story, Mom?" my many.

"Over the story, it's been hunted magrib. Next time I will tell you about my grandmother" replied my mother.

"All right, ma'am" I replied.

"It's azan, tuh. You better get to the mosque, Im!" mom says.

"Yes, Mom" I replied.

I also went to the mosque. As usual, Parto was waiting for me in front of her house. We both went to the mosque together. Arriving at the mosque, we also performed Magrib prayers in congregation.

"Im, we don't have to go home first, do we?" parto.

"Yes, no need. Go straight to Mbah Arni's house.

"Okay" replied Parto.

We also went to the house of Mbah Arni to follow the prayer together there until the prayer ahead Isya. After returning from Arni's house, we both stopped by the mosque to perform Isha's prayers, but at that time the imam had not come.

"Im, wudlu first, yuk?" bring Parto.

"Corn. Where's?" my many.

"In the east, Mr. Suwarno. It's better there on the side of the road.

" Okay, then" I replied.

Indeed, the former bamboo grove has long functioned as a public bathroom. So the community can berwudlu, wash, or defecate in the place.

"Im, who is there a granny in the abode?" ask Parto.

"I don't know either, To. Maybe the grandmothers around this place who want to participate in Isya prayer also in the mosque," I replied.

"Yes too, anyway. We better wait for the granny to finish first, Im. So that he is not in a hurry," said Parto.

"Yes, right. Later even tweezers, pity," I replied.

A few minutes we were both waiting for the old grandmother to leave from a distance. We both waited while chatting. Some time later we were surprised to lose track of the old grandmother.

"Where's the old granny, To?" my peek.

"Yes, yeah. The boat is invisible, the know is gone. Yes already, come on, soon we will just let not first anyone else again," said Parto

"Come on!" my answer.

"Wait, Im!" peekik Parto suddenly.

"Why, To? What was? You think you're confused?" manya curious.

"Try you to step aside! S-it looks like the old granny is behind you." Pekik Parto's.

"What?" I shouted in surprise.

I slowly turned my head according to Parto's instructions. I looked back, behind me a little dark, but I could clearly see that the old man's face was indeed behind me with plain white clothes covering his body.

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