Liz Nadia's

Exploring an Obsolete House

"Hey, where are you going?" The baritone voice was in the air. With a glove that was still circular covering the waist to his feet, Andromeda who stood in the doorway of the room, looked at Liz Nadiah who was taking out the old bicycle belonging to Grandpa Panca from the middle room of his house.

It seems like the man's body already looked more prepared this morning. Too magical. Usually he will spend at least three days lying in the room, to recover his physical condition due to allergies to rainwater.

So now ...?

Not only was it hit by rainwater, it was even dragged for a while in the swift water of the river two days ago. Does Liz Nadiah's handling contain magic? Or is he who is too spoiled to deal with anti-disease before?

"I'm going to the market. Because of saving you yesterday, I failed to do everything." Liz Nadiah chirped without looking. The focus is still on the old bike, which is now starting to be pushed to the front porch.

"What do you really want to do?" ask Andromeda again without moving from his place.

"What's in it if I tell you?"

Andromeda smiled wryly. Turned his face in another direction. The sides of his body rested on the leafless door frame. "Alright, do whatever you want to do." Then turned back into the room.

Just a snort of annoyance that Liz Nadiah showed. He doesn't want to bully. It would be a waste of time to serve that arrogant guy.

Checking his wallet. Throwing away the bulkhead by the bulkhead in it. Then tidied up again after making sure the contents are complete, nothing was missed. The rate of re-insertion of a white rectangular wallet with a pattern of polkadot, into a sling bag that has been coiled affectionately on the right shoulder to the left waist.

Slowly he began to pedal the old bicycle leaving his house after the door was closed perfectly from the outside.

Seen some residents greet, which then returned a friendly smile.

After the departure of Liz Nadiah.

A plate of fried rice with a plump egg topping placed Liz Nadiah beside her bed, still stared at Andromeda. Actually, he was not used to eating heavy meals at breakfast as it is today. In addition to a glass of milk, also a piece of bread with a different taste jam every morning in his big house.

"But I'm hungry." He scratched his head which was clearly no itching. Then with slow motion, he grabbed the lip of the plate, then lifted it. Sniffing the soy sauce-soaked rice for a moment. The aroma of the warm pepper and the crackling garlic filled his smell. There is no pain or ringing. "It doesn't seem like a problem if I try."

..........

..........

The contents of the plate were already in the toilet. Andromeda swallows bribes after bribes greedily. "Taste that woman .. tasty too." He smiled as he chewed his last mouthful.

Once enough of his stomach was filled, Andromeda decided to get out of the room, stripping off his old dirty dishes and glasses just like that on the table.

His footsteps began to follow every part of the simple house that some time ago left the owner. Space by space. Starting from the middle room, front, kitchen, backyard, to the bathroom did not escape the massage. He even had time to remove the burden of his bladder in the toilet which he thought was strange.

Why is there a well in the house? Amdromeda's head shook not understanding. Fortunately, there was water in the bucket, although only half of it. So he does not have to bother taking water from the well, which even he does not understand how to take it.

Nothing interesting in his opinion. All parts are almost out of date. Cabinets, small buffets, as well as three wooden chairs of misaligned size, set table no less obsolete, fill the front room of the house, somehow still maintained. Because in terms of anything, those things, obviously not worth using.

Until his long legs reached a room in the left corner.

Why would she live in a place like this? The bedroom even has a doorless toilet. What if someone peeks at her? Or suddenly snapping the curtain when he was changing clothes? Andromeda nodded inexhaustibly.

Curiosity overcame his doubts. He slowly sowed the shabby, red-colored curtain ati, slowly. As soon as the corneas caught up, he was quite surprised. There is no bed mattress, closet or other that usually fills a room in general. Only a small rug lay in the center as a base, as well as two medium suitcases stood in one corner of the room.

"Did that woman sleep in this room last night?" Andromeda mutters. His eyes began to sweep across the room with the hollow and weathered ceiling.

Right, if not here, then where else?

There was a bit of guilt infiltrating his heart. He lay comfortably on the bed that Liz Nadiah was supposed to sleep on last night. While the girl was curled up on the floor in an old rug that was not even visible there was a single pillow supporting her head.

Then his gaze fell on a cellphone lying just next to one of the suitcases. "Why didn't he bring it?" he said as he flipped through the flat object he had just taken. "It turns out to be dead."

Then without thinking any more, he pressed the power on-off button on the side of the thing. And .... "It still works." He smiles. A smile that implies hope. "Good! The screen lock is not activated." He began to play his thumb pressing down on a few rows of numbers that he had clearly memorized. "Hopefully I can."

Andromeda's lips were rubbed off instantly. When he heard the voice of someone across his phone line. "Hallo, Magda."

"...."

The loud voice cried out cheerfully.

"Yes, it's me, Andro." The phone has been placed attached to the ear.

"...."

"Yes, I'm fine. Is Sean there?" His enthusiastic voice dimmed slightly, hearing the reply of his interlocutor. "Where's the fucking guy?"

"...."

"Search me? ... police?" Massaging the base of his nose, while walking out of the stuffy room.

"...."

"Call Sean, tell him I'm fine. Cancel the search for the officers. Then have him pick me up at ...." He looked at her confused. "Where is this, huh?"

"...."

"In a moment, I don't know where this place is" he scratched his head. While none of the clues found in the house about his current existence. "Wait, I'll call you back." He turned off his phone and walked outside. The goal may be to see the address that is usually listed on the home number panel. Or if there is none, he will ask the residents about what the name of the area he is currently on, to make it easier for Sean to find it.

But just as the long leg was treading on the front of the courtyard, something managed to intercept his steps. The phone he was holding suddenly shook, but without ringing. "Who is this guy?" murmured Andromeda, after a series of numbers full with names also a picture frame that fills the contact, clearly plastered filled the screen of the phone that lights up. "Kenan Linga."