The Blue-Smeared Woman

Syok

"Who are you? Hey, what is this?" Izzam glanced at a piece of paper, and found a few words.

Don't trust anyone, even if he's your brother. Right now, your wife Mita is still alive, trust me!

Deg.

Izzam's eyes glared at the reading he was holding. Her chest felt tight as the writing mentioned Mita's name. Izzam's heart rippled through the short and dense writing.

"Sir Zam, what's wrong?" Suddenly Fasha came. Fortunately Izzam had already grasped the writing and hugged it over his chest.

"Hemm" Izzam turned his face towards the window.

Is this writing true? Is Mita really alive, and where is she now? do I have to take the grave down? ah shit, is Fasha involved. Who was that guy.

As Izzam's thoughts raged, he was at a loss of who to believe.

"Fasha, please get me my clothes at home! I'll rest here for a few days, this afternoon you go to the office after my shirt you drop off."

"But who's taking care of Brother Zam?"

"You take it easy, I'm fine!"

"Well, then I'll take my brother's shirt, and I'll be at the office." Fasha came home unsuspecting, but on the way.

Trings

Trings

Trings.

("Hello, Brother Zam, what's up?)

("You go straight to the office, I'll be accompanied by the driver, I want to get out of town to check out the other company.")

("Why all of a sudden, can I accompany Brother if I want to?")

("No need, I'm with bambang sir and the driver")

Clik.

Izzam turned off his phone and went back to calling someone, after a while he seemed to sit and be silent. He looked at the piece of paper that was still in his grasp.Maybe so many questions were piled up in his head right now.

Tok

Tok

Tok

"Sir Zam!" Mr. Bambang's voice, breaking the silence of the room.

"Come here!"

Mr. Bambang also sat in the front seat of the patient bed.

"I want us to go somewhere, but it's a secret for the three of us (3 with the driver)"

"Okay, sir, take it easy."

They also left after completing the administration. Izzam continued to drive their way.

"Master? why are we here?"

"You'll see!"

"Did you bring the money I asked for?"

"Yes sir, but what's this money for?"

Izzam just smiled. Arriving at their destination was down, many questions in the head of the driver or Bambang sir, but they did not dare to ask him.

"Uncle, I want 6 of the fastest grave diggers.," Izzam told the uncle of the grave guard.

"Okay sir, did you order the place?"

"No, I don't want to dig a new grave, but I want to dig an old one."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"I want to dig Mita's grave, my wife."

"Sir, don't be so, kasian Non Mita, he's calm there, please just let it go, sir," said Mr. Bambang worried, he was afraid Izzam was not sane, looks 2 years ago Izzam much changed.

"I'll pay 10 million to dig this one grave, soon in 2 hours I've seen the contents inside." Izzam said firmly.

"Tuaa." Mr. Bambang was only able to sigh deeply and throw his rough. The gravekeeper's uncle took his phone and started calling. The 16-minute interval was composed of 6 black men because of the sunburn marks, looks muscular.

"Look! if this gets leaked, if any of your mouths are leaking today, you'll be facing Mr. Izzam Mahendra, the 3rd richest man in town, understand!"

All eyes were wide open to hear Mahendra's name. People in the city know that Mahendra or Izzam's father is the 3rd richest person. He was dead and had only children, but they did not expect, the person in front of him was the son of Mr. Mahendra.

"Okay, our Master will keep this secret until death." Said the gravekeeper.

"Remember, 2 hours from now everything is in order!"

"Okay sir" they said.

They also headed to the grave in question, the clock showed 14:00. They also eagerly dig because they get a fantastic wage, if usually they only get a wage of one hole 700 thousand. this time 10 million to dig 1 hole. Izzam also seemed uncharacteristic, he paced back and forth and even surrounded the grave that was dug to see the results of excavation. Exactly 15.20 minutes until the excavation on the crate that already looks worn, because it is 2 years old.

"Sir, do you want to open it yourself" said the uncle below.

"Open it! I'll look from above."

Seeming hesitant and tied a cloth on his nose, the uncle also poked the lid of the coffin.

Eng

Eng

Eng

THERE'S NONE.

There were no corpses there, not even bones, there was only cloth when it was worn. There may be a rotten banana gedebog. Izzam sat down and grabbed his head firmly. He sobbed, his tears were pouring out, his chest tight. No one dared to make a sound, they were just waiting for the Boss to speak. After 15 minutes had passed, Izzam stood up.

"Sir Bambang, please pay their wages, now, after this let's go to the apartment that is out of town, I will stay there for the next few months"

"Good sir."

Izzam returned to the car, while Bambang Izzam's accomplices paid the wages.

"You close the ground again, and put some elephant grass back."

"Okay sir, thank you."

"Remember! it's our secret"

They nodded in a sign of understanding.

Izzam was headed for the car. Along the way, he simply stared at the writing that was in his right hand. There was a feeling of joy, sadness, everything became one, various questions popped into his head, where was Mita? what's all this?

"Sir Bambang, I want 2 detectives to be placed in two places, one in the office, and one in Yemen where Zila is studying."

"Do you suspect Mita's sisters?"

"I'm not sure yet, I need to know."

"What if they're really involved?"

"Ah, just thinking about it I'm so dizzy, let alone having to be so, I hope they're not involved."

"Okay, sir, I'm gonna find the greatest detective, but of course I'm gonna have to make him an office employee, if I have to investigate Fasha."

"That's easy, let me call Fasha later, but you need to find the guy first "

"Okay sir, tomorrow I'll bring the man before you."

They also continued to drive to the apartment outside the city. Izzam looked tired and asleep. Mr. Bambang also fell asleep, Kasian pa Driver in living alone. There is still a long journey that Izzam will take.

SERIATE....