The House of the Angker
Bright Point
"Know I'm Sandra" he said while greeting us one by one, we also welcome him while mentioning our names alternately. "the idea was horrified at TU Rina again looking for info about shanti" he explained while the five of us were just quietly listening, "so this gini gaes sandra is shanti's cousin" rina said, explaining, "but san instead of you used to have time to apply for shanti time off in the news lost", asked willa. 'hmm' "yes" he replied briefly while breathing rough. "a few days ago my shanty datengin spirit in a dream he asked me to reveal everything" he explained again. "sorry for a moment I cut, but what do you know from this incident?" ask him, "call sandra aja, do not use mbak mbak emang I mbak-mbak vegetable" he answered ketus. "owh okay" I answered briefly.
"The day before he was declared missing and 3 days later his body was found by the police in the garage of an empty house buried with used goods, they had eaten in this canteen" sandra continued while staring blankly at the ceiling of the canteen, then she took out something in her bag 'an invitation' then put it on the table, before long the order we ordered came, while enjoying the snacks and drinks we ordered we continued the delayed chat earlier. "sorry we can see" said reno while taking the invitation letter on the table "hmmm" he replied briefly, "open no" I said briefly 'LESMANA SURYADIPRAJA & SHANTI PRAWIRA', "then we must start the search from where?" I asked Sandra, "the last news is he's in the bogor area, if you want us to go there this Saturday, how?" answer sandra again. "FISH SEBAT, EAT KETUPAT, LEAVE" said Ujang in amini another nod, "Yes saturday tomorrow at 10, I wait for you in the campus parking lot" said Sandra again. We eventually disbanded and re-entered our classes.
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After almost two hours of travel, we entered the bogor area "wuih wir, ndi, jang kuwi bogor palace, wuapik eh" said beni as the car crossed the bogor palace, "sing kuwi botanical garden bogor" while others just smile to see beni, it turns out quite far from the city center of this lesmana house, after passing through the rice fields we also entered the settlement of residents, and some houses "koyok neng kampung yo? the word ujang again - again welcomed a smile by others. We stopped at a house "yaqin's his house?" I asked, "the address is real" said sandra "Alhamdulillah"'pronounced us simultaneously, then we got off the car while stretching "ayo" I said as I stepped into the yard of the house.
"Assalamu'alaikum, I'm sorry to ask sir, is this really the house of Lesmana Suryadipraja" I asked a father who was busy watering plants in the yard without realizing the arrival of us all
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