Gondo Flower

Chapter 66: Face Reflection

Wet soil impregnated, exposed to pressure from the footing of the shoes of both people. The box in the stacking is mountainous, stacked up to several levels high. Alingga carried a dozen boxes, she tied them with vines to keep her stable. While in the back, Zainal wrapped the box with white sheets, storing in it more than Alingga carried.

The wooden box box was quite heavy, Zainal was a little overwhelmed as he dragged the white pouch that had already turned brownish in color. Between the thickets, the blazing sun dried up the dew that settled on the surface of the leaves, making them sparkle, until the leaves danced to accompany their journey one kilo meter further forward.

There is a reason why their path is so slow, other than because it carries a load, Alingga is still remembered with a door with a stroke of Javanese script. Curiosity soared, disrupting the focus control of his mind. It felt like he wanted to run back, solve an epic puzzle.

Alingga stopped the move.

Looking back, making sure Zainal was still following him behind. But his eyes caught another object, not the Zainal he was worried about, but the house that kept calling to return. He was already insane, even now he had trouble distinguishing which real one was just imagination.

"If you know it's gonna be like this, I'm sorry to catch up with you in the woods!" zainal's grunts painstakingly pulled the bundle behind him. His breath was uncontrollable, sweat dripping down his shirt. He became more upset when Alingga did not listen to his words. His body was in plain sight, but the child's mind wandered to the ends of the world, looking for answers he shouldn't have pursued. Maybe he wants to be one of the superheroes, I don't know if it's just a form of madness.

"Are you still thinking about the room with the carved door? If so, you'd better take that thought a long way. There is a reason why the door was sealed so tightly, and it does not need to be interfered with. I've been warned about this, don't interfere in matters that are none of our business, at the end we will be very sorry about that." Zainal tries to drive away tired by inviting Alingga to chat, with his current character, Alingga must not care about Zainal's words.

"Just curious, nothing more. You don't want to know what's hidden behind it? It could be Gold, jewels, the whole treasure of Vijaya, maybe. We can steal it a little" Alingga said with a chuckle, she boasted something absurd.

Zainal knew exactly what Alingga was like, he could not imagine behind the door was a pile of treasure. Alingga was never interested in treasures, he only liked petualanan, solve mysteries, and sometimes heed her. The quiet man did not like to socialize much, his life was spent exploring. Lucky when Syarif contacted him first he immediately came, otherwise it may be many wrong steps from the beginning.

"I know you very well, Linga! You didn't expect that. If you manage to open that door, maybe you hope there is an heirloom stored in it, or a book of history and sacred books that will take you on an adventure far away!"

Alingga smiled, she was not wrong. Zainal is indeed his best friend who knows the ins and outs of him. That is why he will help resolve this matter to the fullest.

Time passed, their energy drained. They had arrived at the edge of the road, seeing a black car parked with its residents still asleep.

"What's with them, the sun is already high but none of them intend to wake up!

Alingga took her luggage down, arranged it in the back trunk of the black car. From outside Alingga can see his three friends are sound asleep, in their respective seats. His work is almost done, the mission has been handled, it never hurts to be a little lethargic.

The side door opened, Alingga entered leaving Zainal alone outside who was still composing the goods. All three of his friends looked slumbering, maybe they had been unable to sleep well for days.

A hand touched Zainal's shoulder, making her slightly jerked. If he has a history of heart disease, he may have system failure. The figure in front of him was exactly the same as the one in the car, the man was adjusting his breathing gnawing. Zainal checked his vision again, these two figures were so similar, every detail that the birthmark under the ear was completely similar.

It will be very difficult to distinguish between the two, who is the real Juhri' said Zainal in his heart.

Zainal retreated as the man approached, he moved away toward Alingga who was sitting in the steering wheel. Alingga realized Zainal's strange vision, she understood and understood. They're being played again. How to know the real man.

Alingga did not run out of sense, he took a bottle from his pocket, then approached Juhri who was outside. There was a commotion, everyone woke up, and so did the sleeping Juhri. Their eyes blinked looking at the two Juhri who were staring in confusion.

"If you were human, you would not hesitate to drink a drop of this oil!" exclaimed Alingga, he challenged the two identically. Alingga knows the consequences, the oil is safe against humans. But, if the genie were to touch her, her entire body would blister, her skin peeling. That was how it happened to Juhri who was previously asleep. After drinking the drop of oil, Juhri so floundered, he began to feel the effects, roaring in pain.

After a while, Juhri's body disappeared, leaving only a little dust from the rest of his body. Everyone seems shocked, sometimes you cannot trust even the closest people. There were some demons disguised as humans, even the demons themselves were humans, with the malice of his heart, One would fall into a grudge, justifying at all costs. Murder, rape, theft, and even betrayal often take the heart of man and turn him into a cruel demon.