My mother's a ghost
The Part 60
My mother's a ghost
The Part 60
Firmly repeatedly glanced at the wall where hanging the wall clock. Square object containing a number of numbers with a background photo of the face of the presidential candidate. T-shirts, hats, and wall clocks were obtained in the morning market by several successful teams of polite-faced presidential candidates with eastern customs. Who would have thought that the presidential candidate was used to playing around with a shaman.
Firmly discussing with himself, should he seek information about the presidential candidate more deeply?
“If I agree to be his success team, then I just share my souvenirs like the people in the market that morning. But what if someone knows I'm part of politics? What else I am is a state civil officer. Plus, what would a student's parents say, if they knew I was handing out something political? Oho! I could use a hat and a face mask, no one would know. Smart as well I am.”
He moved his eyeball out of the house through the window. The day is still bright, although the time has shown at six in the afternoon. Without delaying any longer, he moved his body towards the outside of the house. The head guard, as well as the jacket that is placed on the motorcycle, becomes the first destination before heading to Mbah Kaliwesung's house.
“I must know, what will the presidential candidate do at the home Mbah Kaliwesung.” Speak firmly in his heart.
Take the motorcycle out of the garage. Not to forget he lowered the standard beside his motorcycle to maintain balance so as not to fall. Firmly then close the gate tightly, and attach a small padlock.
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The afternoon traffic was crowded. So many vehicles try to be the first to cross the highway, as if their business is the most important.
“Where are these people going, anyway? On the road like this. They should have left earlier, rather than having to hurry without thinking about the safety of themselves and others. Wonder!” He spoke loudly from behind his helmet.
“Later if you hit another rider, it's a danger!” Sage advice that is firm umbar, just be a whistle of wind without end.
He turned his motorcycle towards a wide, paved road. Still remember well, he will pass through a minimarket that is widespread throughout Indonesia, before approaching Mbah Kaliwesung's house.
Mbah Kaliwesung House is on the left side of the road. However, on the right, left, also front, there was no building whatsoever. Across the house Mbah Kaliwesung there is a very large sugar cane garden. On the right and left, there was only empty land.
Firmly stop the motorcycle on the minimarket which is on the right side of the road. He bought a small bottle of cold coffee, and a round bun with chocolate flavor for his dinner substitute. After returning from Mbah Kaliwesung's house, he planned to buy goat gulai at the night market.
Firmly glanced at his wrist, to ensure timeliness according to his expectations. But unfortunately, Teguh's guess was wrong, the journey that was felt to exceed thirty minutes, only moved ten minutes.
Steady then sit in the supermarket to enjoy coffee and bread for a few minutes. Without delaying any longer, Teguh immediately continued the journey towards the house of Kaliwesung. Can't wait to find out what the presidential candidate will do.
He pulled the gas knob on his motorcycle for almost ten minutes. However, Mbah Kaliwesung's house has not been seen. He then pulled the gas knob stronger to speed up the speed of his motorcycle.
After more than twenty minutes of driving, Teguh felt something strange. He pulled his motorcycle over for a while and looked over there, here. Not a single house was visible as far as the eye could see. He then turned his motorcycle around and looked for a minimarket. Not up to three minutes, Teguh has arrived at the minimarket.
Firmly trying once again to the house Mbah Kaliwesung. Above average speed became his hand priority. In one move, Teguh's hands pulled the brakes, as the cane garden was seen on the right. His forehead creased as he looked at the small house like no occupant was opposite the sugar cane garden. He stopped his motorcycle right in front of the house with a gate made of bamboo.
Without turning off his motorcycle engine, Teguh lowered the standard and approached the house. Slender. Grungy. Very different from the previous Mbah Kaliwesung house.
A second later, an old man appeared in front of the gate. Aghast without being able to control his surprise.
“Who to look for?” Asked the old man in a loud voice.
“Sa, I want to go to Mbah Kaliwesung, Sir.” Strongly doubtful.
“Kaliwesung? What's that going there for? Looking for a number for gambling? Or would you like to ask for a seller?” Reply the old man was cynical.
Stunned to hear the accusations. “Enak only! This father does not know me, but accuses me. I want to find my missing child!” Teguh retorted the accusation of the old man before him.
“Kids lost to shamans? Did you report to the police? Or, that's the one who lost his own son?” Guess the old man was right on target in Teguh's mind to make a change in expression on his face.
“Better there is no need to go to the shaman's house. Her request likes weird. Not lucky to be lucky. Never a single person who enslaved the shaman was happy. Crushed all!” Strictly again.
“But I didn't go the wrong way, right? Right this way, right?” Ask to make sure again.
“Tak commemorate once again, mending situ mengantungkan initial intention that. Before bad things can happen.” Said the old man. A second later, Teguh was in front of a gate as big as an archway. The presidential aide was seen exhaling cigarette smoke in front of the gate.
“From anywhere? How back and forth? I didn't see this place, did I?” The man laughed.
“So where did I go, sir? How not to meet Mbah Kaliwesung?” Tanya Teguh astonished.
“Ya, where do I know. Where was it from?”
“Not anywhere. Oh, that's it, the important thing is that it's up to now. I'm in first, yes.” Said Teguh after putting his helmet on the rearview of a motorcycle.
“Eits! Hold still. My boss is still inside. Can't enter.” The adjutant said firmly.
“What's really why? I also have an appointment with Mbah Kaliwesung.” Speak strongly in self-defense.
“No need to make up stories. We all know what you meant today to find out about my boss, right? What do you want to know? Let me give you the information.” Reply to the adjutant.
