Mystical Story
The Story of Nurjanah #3
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“Can't mas.......?” Ask the girl.
Raga nodded. He looked at the girl. “Taken to the workshop yes?” Said Raga later.
“Jam so far where is there a workshop open?” Answer the girl.
“Sebitar” Say Raga. He looked to the left and walked over to the parking lot. Speaking of a moment. The parking lot pointed in one direction. Raga came back to the girl.
“Tolongin dong, my motor broke down!” The girl said while pointing at her motor.
Raga observed the red matic type motor in front of him. “Cooking is a new motor two months out of the dealer strike” He said in his heart after seeing the license plate of the motor.
Actually public about the motorbike engine. But in front of the girl he tried to pede. Try to start the engine. Once twice to three times the motor will not turn on. Raga is getting confused.
That night finished enjoying the lontong opor in the city square, Raga headed for the parking lot in front of the mall. The atmosphere of the road was already somewhat quiet, unlike in the afternoon.
Beside it is parked on a motorbike. For a moment Raga hesitated. The girl waved her hand again. Raga.
“What is mbak?” Raga asked after being in front of the girl.
“Previous I apologize Ma'am, Sir ...............” Mr. Hasan said he opened talks with the family of Ms. Raga. “Involuntarily Mother, Father and my entourage brought to the house with the intention of not arousing suspicion of residents here and people passing by.” Further. Mr. Hasan sighed. In his eyes Mother and Father Raga.
“Events like this have happened several times................. women who Mother Father will apply it does like to do “iseng”................” Said Mr. Hasan later. “Meanour Hasan............?” Ask Mom and Dad Raga almost simultaneously.
“Newunsewu…….Sir………. Wadag in this neighborhood there are no residents named Nurjanah. Moreover, his son is young and beautiful Said Mr. Hasan later. Raga's mother looked at her husband. “And the house that Mother, Father went to............ in plain sight.........., as well as the length of it all saw for itself, around the mosque................. the house does not exist!” Continue Mr. Hasan.
The entire group in the living room of Mr. Hasan's house was shocked, looking at each other. A moment of silence. Then Mr. Hasan explained, or rather continue his story about Nurjanah, the Old House and the events of “aneh” that often occur around the tomb, to his knowledge.
“So.............” Said Ibu Raga cut off. Uh! Ibu Raga almost fainted when she heard Mr. Hasan's explanation. Father Raga's hand immediately grabbed his wife's shoulder. Hugged tightly. The living room was quieter. Their minds are now raging between believing and not.
The twilight was getting closer and closer to the embrace of the night. The sound of recitation ahead of the maghrib from the mosque toa has been heard. Two cars carrying the group slowly left Mr. Hasan's house. Slide, past the village road. Penetrate the twilight that the night has taken. And the night is always neat keeping millions of mysteries that will never be completed to be revealed.
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SEKIAN – Thanks for reading Mystery Story ” Apply Nurjanah ” from the beginning. Salutations
