SOMETHING IS MISSING

Florist

the car continued to speed, crossing the small terminal Bahurekso. bahurekso, the name was firmly attached, piercing the membrane that blocked Jessy's memory of the legendary figure along Pantura.

"oh, yes, the man was one of the conquerors of Roban's pedestal, the beginning and opening of the land in the trunk region, one of the cities that gave birth to several female leaders in the modern era.

"thank you".jessy said to the driver when the Van type car stopped at the address at the end.the man who had invited jessy to talk was no. Suddenly, the man, pity arose between his regret for his behavior earlier. Finally, he chose to ignore both.

"there was nothing to worry about" he said to himself.His eyes swept over a tall and large iron-fenced house with black paint in front of him.

"not much different" he murmured again when researching the building behind the bars-shaped gate.Slowly, in the absence of the lock of a small door latch beside the gate.

"not on the padlock" thought Jessy. "I think they knew I was coming this afternoon".

jessy took off the sandals that began to climb the black ceramic floor rather cold. the number 37 in the see again on the wall of white paint that was a bit dull, the same number as next to the gate earlier, he squeezed the bell. a soft reflected tone was kicked jessy's ear. Apparently, *speaker* was located deep inside so that his voice was barely audible from the outside.

there was no sign of someone coming out of the house. once again, the bell on the push.Thin voice was heard again.this time, Jessy hoped there would be people who would come to open. he turned around to find a terrace chair of carved teak wood with curved-shaped arms to the tip like a young fern leaf.

"would I support sitting down?".

jessy undoes the intention.on the contrary, he observes this house once again.This house is quite cool when compared to the scorching Semarang.in fact, while on the edge of the alley earlier, the anger is quite disturbing. Dear, jessy did not like the moody impression she caught on this house.for ever has left a real impression on this house. jessy knows, for a long time, the perfect white-haired man at half a century old was a good garden nurse, in contrast to his wife who spent more time on work and social activities.

about to pull the bell for the third time, suddenly from the dark glass covered by a thin white curtain thinly caught a shadow. The shadow was increasingly real forming a body figure that approached the door.