Story of Mystery 2

Catastrophic Poison

Rodin calculated the money in his hand, “Three million rupiah,” the mouth of the man who was about fifty years old was smiling. That much money is enough to cost him a month, he thought to himself.

“Widiih, Dad a lot of money nih,” one sound is heard, which comes from the red lips blushing a beautiful woman who just came out of the room. The eyes of the woman wearing only a nightgown were unblinking staring at the money sheet in Rodin's hands.

The middle-aged man turned his head, “I thought you were sleeping Mah.”

“Ya was Neneng want to sleep Well, but wait for Dad kok not appear in the room, uh know again counting money for shopping Neneng,” continued the woman while sitting next to Rodin, uh dunya again counting money for shopping Neneng, and put his body in the man's hand.

Seeing the act of Rodin's wife shaking her head, “Iya-iya, do not worry, later I love you for Mamah shopping.”

The woman was overjoyed, her hands suddenly gawked at the money in Rodin's hands. “Hey!” Surprise Rodin. “Don't all Mah!”

The wife ignored the husband, he quickly got up from his seat, with his butt deliberately swayed left and right to the room, in front of the door he stopped, put the face on the husband who looks angry. “Iya yes Well, not all really, but Neneng who share... ayoh here Well,” he said centil while fanning the money sheet in his hand.

Shaking his head for a moment, Rodin got up from his seat, following his wife into the room.

Mang Duloh Coffee Shop was quite crowded that afternoon, some people seemed to enjoy coffee while eating fried foods. One of the visitors was none other than Rodin. He was talking to men his age.

“So how's Din? That Wati repeatedly asked me, it has been almost three months since the cleansing ritual until now he said there was no result, but you promised yourself, if only a month he could not mate, he said, that dowry money will be repaid,” said Rodin's friend named Sayuti.

Rodin stroked his beard that only grew a few strands, he remembered Wati, one of the patients brought by his colleague a few months ago, “What do you mean Ti? He's asking for a ritual? If it is so let me arrange the time.”

Sayuti sipped coffee in his glass. His head shook his head, “Ah, do not concentrate you Din, make me have told you, that the Wati is not satisfied with the results, he said anyway ask for back in the dowry, at least half of it is not pha-pha.”

“Waduh, what is it?” rodin was half confused.

“Ya how are you? Already back and forth he came to my house, I said patiently, if it was a match then certainly not where, yes but that's how, he was disappointed heavily, essentially he wanted the dowry returned, point.”

Sayuti's last words made Rodin think for a long time. Ah damn right! Why also meet complicated customers like Wati. Since he had unofficially opened a spiritual practice, he had never experienced this kind of incident. Although he himself does not actually master the slightest spiritual ability, his ability so far is only as a masseuse, but because often meet patients who have various problems involving fortune and matchmaking, but because of the frequent meeting of patients who have various problems related to fortune and matchmaking, so the fad he claimed to be able to help falsely. The term opens auralah, let the windfall and soul mate.

“Din, how?” reprimand Sayuti when he saw the friend was silent for quite a long time.

“Eh, yes Ti, I was thinking first, I mean, I was feeling the cause of the Wati has not been able to mate,” drink coffee that has been cold hers, then look at her friend in earnest. “The problem of returning the dowry is easy business, just give me the number of Wati, let me talk to him myself later," he continued later.

Not wanting to be at length, Sayuti took the phone in his pocket, then mentioned the number that Rodin then recorded on a piece of paper because the man forgot to bring his phone.

After the Rodin coffee shop went straight home, once at home he did not meet his wife. Maybe go to a shop or play with a neighbor. Ah let. Neneng is his second wife, he married approximately a year ago after living dead the first wife. His age was quite far adrift with him, therefore sometimes still often get together with neighbors rather than staying at home.

The middle-aged man then walked towards the bathroom, washed his face and feet, wanting to take a nap to ease his tangled mind. But the time out of the bathroom, his eyes focused on a bottle in the front shelf of the bathroom. Grass Remover Medicine.

No matter where it came from, an idea just entered his mind. Yes, there is no way he returned the Wati dowry which amount is quite a lot, where is the money? Persuading him is also impossible, the real Sayuti said that the Wati no longer believes him. So the only way to solve the problem is to silence the Wati. Yep! The grass medicine is the answer. Having such thoughts his heart calmed down.

The next day Rodin was busy digging in the dirt behind the house. His wife asked him what the hole was for. “Create Mah!” the answer. Fortunately, my wife believed it. Once the depth of the hole was in enough taste, Rodin stopped his work. After cleaning himself, he entered the living room, his wife was seen watching a television show.

“Well, haven't you not been to your parents' house in a long time? Visit them once, pity is old,” open Rodin's voice, while wiping his face with a towel.

His wife turned her face towards her husband, “Tumben Well? Usually I mind the most if Neneng wants to go home.”

“It's Mah, but I think you haven't been home for a long time, don't have the heart with your parents. Don't you want to see them?”

“Ya obviously kangen Well, if it is possible, of course Neneng wants to visit parents Yah.”

Rodin was happy with his wife's answer, “Ya is already Mah, tomorrow I'll take you to the terminal, make your parents look.”

“Lho? How to get to the terminal? Did you not come?”

“I want to come, but I have an important job, next time I will come.”

His wife seemed to think for a moment, “Yes already Well, the important thing is not to forget to buyin for souvenirs.”

The city terminal is not too far from where Rodin lives, with a motorbike he between his wives, do not forget to also stop by the market first to buy souvenirs. Faithfully awaited his wife until the bus that will be boarded. As soon as the bus that was on his wife had departed, Rodinpun returned home.

Arriving at home, the man entered the room, in the way the paper was written yesterday the phone number of the sohibnya Sayuti. He took his cell phone on the table, then he pressed the number recorded on the paper.

“Halo, who is this?” a female voice sounded across there.

“I Rodin, is this right with Non Wati?”

“Oh Mr Rodin, yes Sir, this is I Wati, this is Mr Rodin who is an expert in treating it?”

“Betul Non.”Answer Rodin.

“Rupanya Pak Sayuti has contacted Mr huh?”

“Iya, Mr. Sayuti has indeed spoken with me to explain everything, about the problem of Non Wati.”

Somewhat long ago an answer was heard from his interlocutor, “Iya Sir, I just collect the promise that you delivered at that time. Not all pha-pha sir, half of it aja.”

“That's why I call Non Wati, this is my good faith, dowry money matters don't worry, I will return, without less a penny, even my plan will give you a re-cleaning ritual, free free of charge.” Rodin said at length.

“Oh don't bother Sir.” Reply to his interlocutor.

“No hassle, this all concerns my good name, Non Wati do not hesitate at all.”

“Good sir, but how about the dowry's return? Will Mr Rodin transfer?”

“Lawah cash aja mbak, I will return the money.”

“Where Sir?"

“Non Wati just come here after Isya’, as I said earlier, in addition to returning the dowry, I will give a free cleaning ritual.”

Back his interlocutor was silent for some time, “Iya Sir, well then.”

“Thank you Sir, yes, later I will go to the house Mr. Rodin.”

After the conversation on Rodin's phone back, take a bottle of grass-fighting medicine, and put it near a hot water thermos so as not to forget.

Walking time, the afternoon changed, and the sorepun went night. Rodin faithfully awaits the arrival of his guests while watching the television show.

Geck! Geck!  The front door is knocked, and a greeting is heard. The middle-aged man rose from his place towards the front room.

“Pak Rodin.” heard female voice calling.

“Iya briefly.” Rodin opened the door, outside a short-haired girl standing smiling and nodding her head, “Night Sir.”

“Oo Non Wati, let-mini login.” He kindly invited the guest to sit on the chair.

Politely the guest sat down. “Pending time Sir?”

“No, not at all, Non Wati come according to the time.” Answer Rodin.

The guest looks towards the living room, “Mother where sir?”

“Mother is returning home, long time no visit parents, kangen said.”

Wati nodded.

“For a while now Mbak Wati, I made you drink first.”

“No need sir, even troublesome,” prevent Wati.

The man laughed crisply, “Don't feel bad, after all just drink this.”

With a quick step Rodin to the dining room, in the mix of coffee, plus added with a little liquid grass-killing medicine that is near the flask, do not forget to mix it back evenly. When he finished hurrying, he brought a guest room. He presented the coffee to Wati.

Some time he was invited to chat with his guest, it turns out Wati refused subtly as he offered to perform the ritual again. After it was estimated that the coffee was not too hot, Rodin asked his guests to drink coffee. “Come please drink.”

“Bapak himself does not drink?” Wati asked when she realized the host had only made one coffee.

Rodin stroked his stomach. “Tadi already one glass you spend, let's please do not hesitate, after drinking, later I'll take money Non Wati.”

Wati drank a mouthful of coffee, his forehead flinched.

“Agot bitters huh?” Ask Rodin. The guest nodded slowly.

“Ah, definitely less sugar earlier, what needs to be added sugar?”

“No need sir,” said Wati and drank back the coffee in her glass, it looks like the girl wants to quickly finish the business with Rodin.

Rodin smiled when he saw the coffee was drunk in half. The girl put the glass and held her head. “Why Non?” tanyanya pretended to be worried.

“Nothing, just a little dizzy Sir.”

“Yes already, if that's the father immediately get the money,” finished saying Rodin went inside as if actually want to take the money. But what he did was not take the money, instead sitting quietly waiting in the room.

Some time later a voice called, “Pak.. Mr. Rodin.. please me Sir..”.

Rodin came out of the room, he saw the woman who was his guest was leaning on his seat, his hands raised as if about to reach, from his lips came out liquid like foam.

“Pak...” sounds weak call, the woman's body twitched, more and more foam came out of her mouth.

The middle-aged man let it go, he went out, saw the guest's motorbike, took the key and pushed slowly the motor inside, then quickly locked the front door.

The guest did not startle again, silent motionless, indicating the poison had taken his life.

Carefully lifted up the lifeless body, put it on the floor. Rodin went into the room, took a sheet of cloth that he thought had been unused for a long time from the closet, and wrapped Wati's body with the cloth. After that he dragged the girl's body towards the back, towards the exit.

Until outside continues in the drag of the body, until it reaches the hole that he dug yesterday. With a little difficulty put Wati's body into the hole, after the whole body entered, he took the hoe and hoarded the hole with soil.

Rodin's breath was bored when he finished hoarding the hole, understand how old he was no longer young. Put the hoe back in place, clean the body in the bathroom and change clothes.

Tired of extraordinary makes him decide to lay down his body on the mattress. And it wasn't long before Rodin slept.

No matter how long he slept, the man woke up to hear a female voice calling out to him. Is his wife home yet?? Her thought. With a slight daze Rodin woke up. With a staggered step because it was still sleepy at the front door.

The front door was open. Oh, that means his wife is home. See out. Darkened. Marking the day is still night. Aye? Why does his wife come home this night? He held his slightly sore nape. Where is his wife now?

Closing the front door. His feet were stepping back, he suspected that maybe his wife was in the bathroom. Until he saw the back door open in the bathroom, a female body figure was on the door facing out.

“Mah? Why there? It's still night when I go home, come in,” Rodin scolded.

Who was reprimanded quietly, Rodin approached the woman's shoulder pat, “Ayoh Mah, enter.”

Slowly the woman's body turned around. When he saw the face of the woman in front of him Rodin choked, the one in front of him was not the face of his wife, but Wati! The woman who was buried this afternoon was poisoned by him.

“Ka.. Kauu...” Rodin's tongue feels muddy, he saw the female figure in front of him holding a glass. Glass filled with coffee that lives half. Rodin wanted to take a step back, but his legs were stiff as a pat. The female figure in front of him was smiling, but to the middle-aged man the smile he saw was like a deathly introductory smile. The left hand of the female figure was raised, holding Rodin's jaw, while his right hand thrust a glass filled with coffee.

“Ayoh Pak... drunk... don't hesitate..” one flat voice sounded.

Unable to open Rodin's mouth at the press of an icy hand, half-living coffee was forced into Rodin's throat.

The man choked, his eyes darted, before how long the foam came out of his mouth, and his body twitched wildly.

So-called.