Prosecutor Karma

Bani

Namira lived her days in peace. He and Andra have made up though in the end they can't be as close as they used to be. New moon is coming soon. Various special races for the Ismi tribe will also be held. Of course the race is local and competes with other schools in the arena.

The school will also have a long holiday at the height of the New Moon celebration. Finally all the problems yesterday can be avoided for a moment with the busy race training until a long holiday that will approach. Before practicing, it is time to choose the head of the Ismi tribe association at this school. Several names have been appointed. Of course it comes from second grade kids. One of those names is Bani. Namira is still not sure if it is Bani who told Aldi some time ago which is the man he met while walking casually with Agustina.

The school bell rings. It's time to attend the Ismi tribal chief election. Namira ignored the vision and mission conveyed. He chose Bani and then went home. On the terrace of class 2IKMH3 has stood the figure of a man who yesterday peeked at the conversation Andra and Namira. The sweet and tall, well-built black man looked at Namira shyly. Of course the one being stared at doesn't care. Namira chose to ignore the man. After taking turns selecting Ismi's chief candidate at school, Namira dropped out of class and headed for the motor park.

The man felt neglected. Especially when Andra catches up with Namira.

"You're still at school?" namira asked Andra who appeared suddenly next to her.

"Yes, I have business. How's election? Looks like all the candidates are from OSIS." Andra asked while watching Namira's footsteps.

"Looks yes. I don't remember any of the faces of the OSIS members at this school."

They walked straight until Andra stopped.

"What's wrong? You left something behind?" ask Namira. Andra ignored him and stood still.

The figure of Bani appears in front of Namira.

"Hi brother. How's election? If there are any programs that you would like to submit, please submit them through me. Thank you for your participation. I'm ready to do my job." Said the man friendly.

"Is there a result? I went straight home." Namira's Comments.

"Oh sorry, I'm too confident in front of my sister. Introduce, I'm the new chief of the Ismi tribe." The man reached out his hand as a sign of his introduction.

Namira. I never thought this guy was so friendly.

"Okay, I go on. I'm less comfortable than my sister's boyfriend staring at me like that." Say

Namira looked back. Andra still stands. Without having time to answer Bani's comments, he approached Andra. He was also confused what to reply to Bani's comments. While the man had gone far away to the OSIS room.

"Be careful. He's not a good man." Andra suddenly.

"you mean? Nevermind! Do not judge directly. If he's an OSIS doesn't mean he's a smart, nice kid? OSIS in our school is famous for its human spirit. They are often helpful to others, intelligent, and reliable. Didn't we?" Namira smiled happily and walked ahead of Andra.

Today passed peacefully. The wind blows. Some children were playing basketball in the front yard of the school. In addition to the OSIS room, the condition of the class already looks quiet. Such is the condition of the school when the teaching and learning activity is over. Silent and inhabited only trees and animals that communicate with each other. Do not forget the Astral beings who have inhabited the building for more than decades.

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"Morning! Your long-haired friend has no intention of visiting again?" ask Mom suddenly.

"What's that about?" Namira took a piece of bread and ate it.

"The bathroom downstairs is getting crowded. If he can drive out, get him to drive out." Answer mama relax.

Namira. He did not expect his mama to be this great in dealing with Astral beings. Mama was once an Astral tribe so it is still quite sensitive to things that can be seen and heard by the tribe.

Arriving at the school, a police line is attached in front of the men's bathroom located next to Namira's class. The bathroom was very close to her class. He was confused by what had happened. Andra approached Namira and tried to hold her when she was about to cram in with the other grade children who were looking to know about the condition. Thanks to Andra's help, Namira is able to arrive safely inside the classroom.

"What's that about?" namira asked Andra who was standing next to her desk.

"The school guards drank poison there." Obviously Andra.

The right Rosi sat behind Namira flipping through her textbooks casually and trying to answer the questions attached there.

"Looky easy. Outside when it's a scene." Namira turned her body towards Rosi.

"He died of his own will. He wants to see his son. So what's to be fooled about?" Rosi replied without looking at Namira.

This condition is certainly confusing until Maheswari runs to his seat.

"Andra, you have to be careful." His word.

Andra's forehead is wrinkled. He did not understand Maheswari's intentions.

"You are easily provoked. The school guard must have been provoked to suicide."Maheswari. Andra doesn't care. It seems like he is busy thinking.

"Yesterday the election of the chief of the Ismi tribe. The kids play basketball in the front yard, and OSIS gathers in his room. Who was the first witness?" Andra muttering.

"The kid who plays basketball is a witness. Her drawing near the hall was a bathroom but she chose to go to the bathroom in the backyard near our class." Rezta answered Andra's murmur.

The school atmosphere is getting worse. Even if teaching and learning activities continue, almost all children do not want to spend more time in school when the pulamg bell rings.

"It's getting weird. Maheswari, stop sweeping the classroom and go home. Tomorrow we make the rules prohibited from throwing the slightest garbage in the classroom. Picket rules must be enforced. Don't go home last." Andra. At that moment the motor park is very crowded. No one wants to spend more time in school. OSIS seemed busy accompanied by the headmaster. The police came and are still investigating the case. The temporary assumption is suicide. Are plants and animals really provoking? or are all of these Astral beings?