Gondo Flower

Chapter 65: More Secrets

Zainal was caught running, climbing the mossy steps of the stairs. His feet were covered in mud leaving a trail every time he stepped. His eyes stared intently at the open wooden door, he saw a trace on the floor that was not his, Alingga's who had already visited the place.

His body filled with glittering sweat exposed to the sun, early in the morning he had to play cat kelingan with his best friend. Running in the middle of the forest, brushing over the bush until it ends up in this place.

Zainal slowly stepped on his feet, approaching the figure standing in the room. Alingga was still daydreaming, Zainal's presence was completely unaware. He was still focused on staring at the hallway that jutted down, until a few minutes passed his mind was still wandering somewhere.

"Cathlon?" Zainal patted Alingga on the shoulder, realizing that the body was losing consciousness. Despite being close friends, Zainal is still not used to his dreamy habits.

"Why you?" ask Zainal. Alingga turned her body around, winking a few times until her true consciousness returned.

"Nothing what! Come.. We're looking around here!" invite Alingga, he passed patting Zainal's shoulder, up the stairs in the middle room.

They walked alternately, Alingga first arrived upstairs. The room on the top floor is not much different from the floor below, filled with worn furniture covered in white cloth. Dust piled up thicker stuck in each corner, becoming a separate decoration for this old house.

Every place they checked, their white cloths were scattered, dusting the dust that gathered, making them cough. Every place they've checked, but none of Lewung's forms have been found.

Alingga began to doubt her abilities, maybe she was wrong?

"How is there something? I can't find anything!" alingga asked Zainal, who was still examining a room upstairs.

"Look, Linga! I found something!" said Zainal who was still in the room. Alingga approached, stepped his feet faster, there was a curiosity that asked for answers in his heart, he could not delay anymore.

When Alingga entered, the sight before him really seized his attention. On the wooden cots that are also dusty, there are a lot of Snake skin that has dried up. The Snake's skin looks unnatural, its width the size of an adult human's body.

"What'sthis? Could this be the owner of the trail you found last night?" ask Zainal to Alingga who is still focused on observing. Alingga also thought the same thing, his memories traveled back, matching one by one puzzle pieces that were still unanswered in his memory.

"I think so. We better find Lewung first, do not get involved with the owner of this house" said Alingga who immediately left Zainal alone who was still observing the skin.

Alingga checked every inch of this house again, he felt there was still a place that he had not checked, but every time he entered he only found a dead end.

Alingga surrounds the house, checking the side until the back. At the back there is a door locked with a padlock, the padlock is well maintained without the slightest rust.

"Where does this door lead?" ask Alingga to Zainal. Zainal shook his head, he had no idea where the door was going.

"When we checked, there was not only one door that connected the outside and inside. That main door! Then where does this lead? Is there a hidden room?" ask Alingga again.

" But, we haven't checked the hallway to the basement yet, maybe this door leads to it." replied Zainal trying to reduce Alingga's confusion. Zainal's answer made sense, they had not checked the room. When Zainal wanted to examine her, Alingga instead got in the way for no apparent reason.

"No, the room is underground. While this door is still on the surface." said Alingga again who is still adamant with his opinion. He was very sure there was something hidden in there, and his belief was that he had to answer with proof. Go inside and confirm the guess.

Alingga was looking for something around the house that could help her break the padlock. He found a wooden block as big as a calf. The beam he hit several times on the surface of the lock, the first experiment to the fifth time the padlock was still sturdy, not shaky in the slightest. Until the tenth time, then he managed to unseal it.

A smile on his face as his hand pulled the door, Zainal beside him looked only at his friend who was obsessed with the room. They entered slowly, the air stuffy and hot enough to force his body to sweat. The scent of the fragrance was quite strong as they entered the room.

Alingga was silent in the darkness, the light from the door was unable to illuminate the entire room. Alingga took out the phone from her pocket, the flashlight was lit, not too bright, but was able to reveal a neatly arranged crate in the room.

Alingga held her breath, counting every Chest that appeared before her. The number is very much, exactly as he saw in the warehouse of the boarding house of Wijaya.

"This is a lot of victims of their savagery!" Alingga clenched her hands, she was angry and continued to curse Vijaya. Zainal noticed the Alingga's gurgle, he patted Alingga's shoulder to calm her down.

"We better get it done. We don't have much time, no! Save your anger for the one who deserves it!" said Zainal who then dismantled one of the coffins. Zainal took pains to dismantle with makeshift tools. He forgot to bring a tool because the purpose came only to look for Alingga who had disappeared since morning, did not expect them to find a mass grave this much.

Alingga muffled her anger again, in fact her patience was on the threshold. Wijaya civilization can no longer be tolerated. But, for the time being he had to endure it, he also could not vent his naughtiness of people, even more so in front of this coffin.

A moment passed, Zainal had dismantled several Crate. The number of his more than 20 crates, while Alingga only dismantled about 11 crates. There are still some they have to unload. But they're out of energy.

The phallus sat in front of the door, regulating his irregular breathing. He wiped away the sweat that had soaked his face, with eyes still emitting hatred.