MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)

EPISODE 23

I twisted my body out of curiosity with the facial expression that Mas Diki showed. And when I could clearly see what made my husband fall apart like that, I was just as flabbergasted as Mas Diki. A person with a tall body and a muscular body was standing in front of the two of us. The man with the codet on his left cheek was holding a security staff in his right hand. What surprised us was not because of his brilliant appearance, but because we knew the person very well.

"Arman?" peekik.

"Loh, you guys, to? Diki ... Sinta ..," said my husband's high school friend and childhood friend.

Arman pulled the gate after opening the lock first.

"Since when did you work here, Man?" I asked with a little stammering.

"It's not a month yet" he replied.

"Come, go inside! Let's just talk in the post," Arman asked.

Me and Mas Diki looked at each other. Then I said.

"Sorry, Man. We both can't stay here for long" I said.

"Where are you guys going? Let's talk for a second. Haven't we met for two years?" said Arman.

"It's not so, Man. We both came here to look for our son who went to school here. He said he wanted to catch up with the two of us after school, but we didn't wait to come. Finally, we decided to come here. Uh, it turns out the school is closed. It's a good thing we met you so we could ask" my husband replied.

Arman listened intently to what Mas Diki said. His forehead seemed to wrinkle when he focused on listening.

"If you can tell, what kind of characteristics your child has?" ask Arman then.

"His height is as ordinary as any other child. He was carrying a black backpack with a deer-shaped hanger" I explained to Arman.

"Did your son carry a silver mountain bike?" Arman asked back.

"Yes right. We left this morning together. We followed him from behind at low speed so he wouldn't miss. Did you see that kid, Man?" I asked with curiosity.

"Yes, I saw it. Because it just so happened that the boy came home later" replied Arman.

"Did you see it, man? Where did the boy go?" I urge Arman to give you information.

"So he came home with someone" replied Arman slowly.

"WHAT?? Who's with him, Man?" I forced.

"It looks like your son knows that guy. Because before he got into the guy's car, your son talked to the girl first. Then your son put the bike he was carrying into the back trunk of the car" replied Arman.

"WOMAN? What are the characteristics of the woman, Man?" I'm getting curious.

"Hm .. is younger than you. The man was beautiful and ...," Arman replied.

"And what, Man? Please tell us, Man!" I whine to Arman.

"The woman brought a child. Your son seems to know the little boy too" replied Arman.

"O MY GOD!!! Don't-Don't ..," I thought for a moment.

"Do you know that person, brother?" ask Mas Diki.

"I suspect someone, Mom!" my answer.

"Who, Sister?" ask Mas Diki.

I looked back at Arman. I was sure of my estimate.

"Man, which way did that woman drive?" my many.

"There, Sin!" arman answered while pointing at the road leading to my house.

"Can I help you both?" ask Arman.

"No need, man, because you have to look after this school. But we need your help" I replied.

"What help, Sin?" ask Arman.

"Please, if you see our son again, you call my number. And I'm picking up my son huh, man!" my spoken.

"Okay, I'm ready to help you, Sin. Where's your number?" ask Arman.

"This is my number, Man ...," I answered while showing him my HP number. Arman also recorded the number.

We both told Arman. I never thought, after two years of not meeting Arman, today we were met accidentally. Unfortunately, at this time we have to find Nur, so can not chat longer to let go of longing. When I say Arman, I am am ticklish when he says he likes me. Of course I reject him, it is not possible that we both have a relationship because I already consider Arman as my own friend. We both grew up together starting small. Where there is Arman, there is Sinta. Fortunately Arman is not angry even though I refuse, after all he is handsome and liked by many women. Being rejected by me was certainly not a problem for him. Many women are waiting to receive their love. After the rejection of our friendship relationship was as slow as usual until finally a year later I received Mas Diki's proposal. Unfortunately, when we got married, Arman was out of the area.

"Is Arman married, huh? So wonder what Arman's wife and son are like." I asked in my heart.

"Sir, where are we going? Who's the woman who took Nur?" ask my husband while driving a motorbike.

"We're heading home, Mas!" my answer.

"Loh, we're going to find Nur, why are you even asking to go home?" ask my husband in a somewhat emotional tone.

"Woman it must be Clara, Mas!" my answer.

"Oh, huh? Why are you sure that woman is Clara, our new neighbor?" ask Mas Diki.

"Nur was not easy to follow others whom he did not know well. Nur was once given food by Clara. Surely Nur had a chat with Clara and her son, Riki," I replied.

"Okay, let's check into Clara's house first. May Nur be there, indeed" said my husband.

"May Nur not be spoiled by the woman. Watch out for you Clara, if you ever harm my son, you'll bear the consequences!" I said in my heart.

Mas Diki drives the motor at a fairly high speed. A few minutes later, the motorbike we were carrying reached the courtyard. I rushed down from the bike and ran towards Clara's house.

DOC! DOC! DOC!

"CLLARAA!!!!" I shouted while banging on the woman's house.

"Yes, Mother. Waita minute!" the young woman answered from inside.

I stood behind the door with emotion. When she looked at her voice, it seemed that Clara would act innocent.

Clara appeared from behind the door with an innocent face.

"Where's my son, Clara?" ask me with a high note.

Clara was surprised to see me in an emotional state.

"M-m-ma-sorry, Ma'am!" a voice came out from the young woman's mouth.

"I don't need your forgiveness, Clara. I need my son now. Where's my son!" I said with a slight snarl.

Mas Diki who was originally standing on his motorcycle came up to me and held onto my body, while the woman in front of me looked at me with a face full of regret.

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