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The Mystery Behind the Calamity - Part 3

"The story is getting creepy."

"Touching with the magical world is exciting, but it must be scary."

The story of Mr. Big Dipper is very terrible. At that time, Mr. Big Dipper woke up from his seat due to the moaning of the voice of a small child who was crouching. He wanted to see more clearly the face of the boy.

Mr. Aman who was still sitting on the bench next to him just observed the behavior of his friend that felt strange to him. At that time, Mr. Aman did not see anything that was attracting the attention of Mr. Big Dipper.

The atmosphere was silent, Mr. Big Dipper spoke softly. His voice was almost inaudible. Mr. Aman couldn't help but talk at his friend's strange behavior. In that place, just the two of them, there was no one else but as if there was a Big Dipper talking friend.

"Sir, what the hell are you doing?" Said Mr. Big Dipper.

She's speechless. Again, Mr. Aman in a louder voice asked his strange attitude.

"Paaq...!" His loud voice broke the silence. There was still no answer, but Big Dipper turned his head towards him.

Mr. Aman said again, "Sir, what did you see?"

Big Dipper also did not answer, but he wiped his tears, his face was down in lethargy. It was as if Mr. Big Dipper had encountered something that was very sad in his heart. Mr. Aman squatted nearby and pulled his hand to sit on the bench. Big Dipper could not hide his deep sadness. Mr. Aman was curious because Mr. Aman's sadness was like an impromptu and without knowing why. He let his friend calm his mind.

After a long time passed, Mr. Big Dipper just looks a bit calm. His eyes glanced far up. Her tears were already dry, but was her sadness gone as well?

Mr. Aman was already very curious, but he waited for Mr. Big Dipper to start his story.

"Sir, you don't see what's in my chair?" Said Mr. Big Dipper after he realized if he had been sitting in the same chair before the moaning sound.

Big Dipper started to feel the chair and also his hands reached the bottom.

It's gone, he's gone, ' he mumbled.

"That's.. Sir," Big Dipper fell silent again as if unable to continue his words.

"That's Sir, my son," continued Mr. Big Dipper

"Huh...?" Mr. Aman looked around and thought maybe there was a boy who meant Mr. Big Dipper was his son.

"Sir, the chair I was sitting in, this bench, the source of the sound, it turns out to be from under this bench" replied Mr. Big Dipper

"Huh...why don't you look wrong, sir?" Ask Mr. Aman to be confused.

"The voice sounded repetitive, and his groaning was heartbreaking" said Mr. Big Dipper.

Big Dipper told me about the rights he had just experienced, "Initially, I looked for the origin of the sound. But after I listened carefully, it turned out that the voice came from the chair I was sitting in."

"The boy curled up and his head bowed, his back to the nape held the weight of the body of someone who was sitting on it, which is me who was sitting in this chair," he said, holding his seat.

"I crouched down to see the boy's face. It turns out that the boy is my son," replied Mr. Big Dipper as he wiped his tears.

"When I left here earlier, I hugged her at home. He's fat, not as nice as I just met," he continued.

After a long conversation with the confusion experienced by Mr. Big Dipper, Mr. Aman also asked permission to sleep for a moment. He closed his eyes on the chair.

Looking at his friend who was asleep, Mr. Big Duk resuscitated his body on the wooden chair while looking for something uncertain. He was still curious about the boy who resembled his son. Big Dipper wanted to make sure that it was his son, but he didn't know where the boy disappeared to. Big Dipper still keeps his curiosity. A moment later, the dream of Mr. Big Dipper stopped because he saw Mr. Aman who was originally sleeping, suddenly stood up.

"Sir, I heard a noise. It is not clear what is being said, and there is whimpering. The voice was very soft," said Mr. Aman. "No sampeyan?"

"No, I don't hear any sound" replied Mr. Big Dipper.

"This place is very quiet. I don't see anyone passing by. Then, whose voice is it?" Mr. Aman looks confused.

He wanted to find the source of the voice. But, as it stood the voice was gone. When Mr. Aman sat down again, the voice was heard again.

"When I sat down, I heard someone say, 'Sir, don't sit around anymore'" said Mr. Aman.

Mr. Aman did the same with Mr. Big Dipper, crouched down and looked down at the chair. Mr. Aman estimated the origin of the sound from his seat. He suddenly said, "Lho how did you get to this place, followed by Father?"

In Mr. Aman's eyes, he saw his teenage son under his chair. While Mr. Big Dipper, he didn't see anyone.

"I'm sick and scared, sir," said the teenager.

Mr. Aman observed the boy again, maybe he saw it wrong. The boy was skinny, like an abandoned child. It was only a moment when Mr. Aman looked at him, the teenage boy vanished like swallowed by the earth.

Mr Aman looked at his friend and said, "Sir Big Dipper saw my biggest son here? He complained of pain and fear as he curled under the chair."

Big Dipper didn't know it and didn't hear anything. He only fell silent to see Mr. Aman daydreaming looking at the chair he was sitting in with a sad face.

"Sir, we both see something sad. Earlier when Mr. Big Dipper shed those tears, I think you remembered the youngest beloved," said Mr. Aman. "It turns out I'm going through the same thing, really sad."

"I suspect, what we saw earlier is the faith that is asked if we will continue the service" said Mr. Aman.

"We are given time to reflect on the consequences of greed. The rewards demanded are very heavy, the fall of the lives of loved ones," he continued.

The Big Dipper returned to tell me about what he saw. He saw the youngest in a very bad condition. His small body looked extremely thin like it was starving.

Though in fact, the child's body was densely filled and energetic. Big Dipper loves him very much. When at home, the child often sits on his lap. But he was seen

very skinny. His ribs were clearly visible when the boy was in a curled up position. Even in plain sight, his father was sitting on that small back. The boy groaned in pain supporting the body of Big Dipper.

"What I witnessed just now keeps coming to my mind" said Mr. Big Dipper.

"Will the reward of the tumbar take our child hostage? Will it also result in the death of the children? I would be very guilty if I had to take my son's life hostage" he continued.

Mr. Big Dipper looks shocked to see the incident. He was very poor and wanted to rush home to hug the youngest.

Big Dipper wanted to make sure that what he saw was not a reality. Although there is no agreement, but Mr. Big Dipper still worried about the safety of his son. His feelings were not as happy as when he left for the store. His face that originally looked full of spirit, was now lackluster.

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