
The search session lasted for quite some time, unfortunately to no avail. He searched several times and still could not find what he was looking for. Wanting to scream but impossible because the atmosphere of the cottage is still crowded and could be caught.
While justifying the scattered items, the man continued to mengedumel unbecoming. Some books were put in the wrong place. So upset even accidentally nudged the glass of water on the table. The chaos is increasingly visible, making the intruder confused as to how.
Amidst the panic suddenly came the sound of approaching footsteps. Suddenly he rushed to find an exit that ended in a window in the corner of the room near the work desk. A thousand steps of the mainstay style is the best choice that is to escape but the hasty footsteps make the man unconsciously drop the phone at the last second.
The flat object lying under the window was silent without a sound. A few seconds later there was the sound of the door opening, then a few footsteps entered the room while continuing the chatter until they were shocked by the messy surrounding conditions. A moment of circulating the view to all directions and right as if someone had entered to look for something.
"Ka, wasn't it when it was left neat? Then all this ...," Abil massaged his temple that suddenly felt dizzy, while Azzam stepped foot while taking some books that were still scattered on the floor.
The two men worked together to clean up the room without doing the slightest debate until Abil accidentally found a foreign phone that was clearly not theirs. For ten minutes the room finally came back neat, then the brothers sat on the sofa but faced each other with eyes looking at the cheek object on the table.
"Sister or I checked this phone?" abil asked before acting.
One thing that can be understood directly is anyone who came to search the room Abi. Then the person has important business and to know the motive behind the perpetrator. Of course, it must be found immediately, even in any way. This includes finding information through flat objects that are believed to belong to a mysterious figure.
The body felt so tired did not mean he had given up at the beginning of the battle. What will happen tomorrow begins today. "Do, De. Brother just wants to hear what information we can get from the inanimate objects left behind."
In the room Abil accompanied Azzam looking for a lucky gap from the examination results. While outside the fence pesantren cabin the father who continues to run can finally breathe a sigh of relief once over the safe limit. The roar of breath that hunts together with the rhythm of the heartbeat of the marathon. Thirst is held in order to leave the village immediately.
But the distance from the pesantren to the village gate is too far and can even take thirty minutes to travel, while the situation does not allow for him to walk that far. What if it gets caught? It can be interrogated endlessly and its purpose is revealed.
From a distance looks a pickup car out of the boarding school. Looks like the car just delivered the ingredients for the event for a few days. It seemed like the goddess of luck was siding with him so as to send help without being asked.
The habit of the village is to have the principle of helping each other. So no wonder the car stopped once it saw a father on but the road waved for help. As a fellow human being and having a high social spirit. The driver let him ride his car without thinking negatively. Moreover, seeing a neat appearance with a cocoa shirt that is believed to have just been takziah to the house of the cleric.
"Father's name, who?" ask the driver without distracting him from the front. The two hands that were busy controlling the steering wheel did not make him forget there was a person sitting next door.
While the person asked tried to find objects that should be stored safely in the pocket of his pants. From one pocket to the other but did not find the phone he wanted to use to contact someone. Now how to give information? The phone just went missing somewhere. He also did not think, if the flat object left in the room of the cleric.
The silence of the Father, made Mr. Driver turn to the man who looked confused. "Mother why?"