THE MYSTERY OF THE FOREST

#11

Sir, Wati's feeling really bad from now on. Wati so keep thinking the same Kak Farhan. When do you want to go there.” Wati opened the window door of her hut. His gaze was far through the darkness of the night. He was worried because he still could not see the flame of the torch in front of the courtyard of Farhan's hut. The thick trees and bushes that lined the front of his house blocked his view.

Mr. Sumarep continued his work. His hands were busy tying the bamboo sticks he had pureed each other. Responsibilities. Stay a little, and he should finish it immediately. He smiled as he looked towards Wati. Wati was no longer ashamed to express her anxiety towards Farhan. From the time Maghrib had been, he repeatedly reminded her to accompany Farhan.

“Now, this is also 8 o'clock. You go to the kitchen first there, boil the cassava and cook also hot water to make coffee later,”

Wati sighed in annoyance.His face looked sullen. His father looked too relaxed and that made him even more uneasy. He closed the door and walked into the kitchen.

“What can't be continued tomorrow Sir. Her daughter is restless so not noticed.” Sumarep's voice came from inside his room.

“Iya Ma'am, just a little, this has started to finish,” replied Mr. Sumarep. Feeling urged, Mr. Sumarep got up and stepped towards his room. The flashlight and machete immediately prepared it and sat outside the house while waiting for Wati to finish cooking it water.

Farhan was still seen standing guard next to his hut. He chose to sit somewhat hidden among the grove of cassava trees growing beside his hut. Given the events that happened between him and Haji Maemun, and the suspicion of people close to Haji Maemun to himself as the only person who deserves to be a suspect in the murder, he said, he should be aware of the various possibilities that will occur tonight. Recalling from earlier Maghrib he felt a different feeling from the previous nights. Anxiety and excessive anxiety, he made a sign that tonight will not be okay. In addition, when he remembered how the displeased gazes, which were shown by people when he witnessed the body of Haji Maemun.

Farhan. Mr. Sumarep did not come after this afternoon he promised to come with him tonight. Farhan grabbed the machete beside him and placed it on his lap.

The cold was getting more piercing. The thick jacket he wore was unable to repel the cold that made his body start shivering with cold. Farhan yawning. He glanced towards the large aluminum cup beside him. That was the rest of the coffee. Not even a minute. Usually he will be awake until mid-night if he has sipped a glass of coffee. But he felt strange, drowsiness suddenly came and forced him to yawn many times. Plus the piercing cold, made him forced into the hut.

The sleepiness that Farhan felt was getting heavier. He slid his legs and began to break his body.

Farhan was like hearing the sound of bushes burning between his conscious and his sleep. But he doesn't pay much attention to it. He felt like he was in front of a huge fireplace in the frozen snow. His body that was shivering with coldness, slowly began to feel warm. He began to drift away in his deep sleep.

Farhan was like seeing something white hanging from a tree. Suspicious, Farhan grabbed a nearby machete and with a sneak he stepped closer. Something hanging was swaying to and fro, blown by the wind that suddenly blew. Farhan's stunned. Now something fell right in front of him. Farhan's heart is pounding. He opened a white cloth that wrapped something inside. And to Farhan's surprise, the disembodied head piece turned towards him.

BRUK! CRUST!

Farhan jumped in shock. Some bamboo supports on the roof of his hut house collapsed and almost hit his body. When he looked to the side, a fire suddenly spread out to surround his hut. Farhan panicked, the fire grew. Some torches were lit like they were accidentally thrown from the outside and hit the side of the hut that had not been burned. Farhan was surrounded by the blazing flames.

Farhan opened the jacket he was wearing and began to cover his head. The machete that was still lying on the bed was taken and tied firmly to his waist. Closing his nose, he began to take a swing and jump into the flames. Farhan's body rolled far into the middle of the field.

Farhan tried to get up. He saw three people dressed in black running towards him. With all his might, Farhan ran over the bushes in front of him.

"We need to split up, I'm sure the kid's still around here. He won't be able to go far" said someone calling his friends. Farhan was still hiding behind a banyan tree not far from those people. He was sure, just waiting for time until those people found the friendship. The banyan tree was the largest among the surrounding trees. If they had pointed their flashlights at the tree, sure enough, they would have been suspicious and come to him. He must immediately find another hiding place.

Cracks!

Farhan stepped on one of the wooden branches and made a loud noise.

"He, that's it," one of the men shouted. Farhan immediately turned his body and started running as fast as he could. And so did the people who were chasing him. Several times Farhan had to fall into the trees in front of him. But he kept running away from the people behind him.

Flashlight rays can be seen burning through the bushes and tree trunks. The people dressed in all black stopped their search when they were at the end of the forest.

"He got away, we've combed this place. Maybe the boy was hiding at the other end of the forest," said someone as he continued combing the edge of the ravine.

"Why don't we just look to the south" another suggested.

"Don't, it's too dangerous. Bahram said, it's a panther's nest,"

"Lantas, what should we do now,"

"We just go home and report to Mr. Sukar. Never mind, the boy won't be able to go back to his house."

The sound of their footsteps began to drift away. Farhan, who had been holding his body suspended from the roots of the trees on the edge of the cliff, slowly began to lift his body. He grimaced in pain as he laid his body on the bushes. He felt pain all over his body. Smell of blood. For a moment Farhan was still silent calming his feelings. He almost fell into the sea if his body was not stuck in the roots of the tree. And now he hasn't thought about where he should go. He was unable to return before the real culprit of the Haji Maemun massacre was revealed. For now he has to think of a way to get involved in the disclosure of the case.

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