THE MYSTERY OF THE FOREST

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Mistar was seen moving several bunches of bananas that he had just taken from his trunk. About ten meters from his cabin. Mr. Sukar whose fields are adjacent to the Mistar field, is also seen picking some berries that grow in the ripening that separates his fields with the Mistar field. Several times he was seen patting the mosquitoes that gathered on his hands and face. The spots from the mosquito bite were seen almost filling both the arms of her hands and the trunk of her neck.

Among the groves of banana trees, not far from where Mistar was sitting, someone seemed to be watching them. His seedy green clothes with a face covered with sarongs, coupled with the atmosphere of the forest that began to darken and also foggy, disguise the view of people who look at the grove of banana trees. His sharp eyes signaled anger and hatred. His sharp nails stuck firmly in the trunk of the banana tree where his hands were attached.

"Copy first Mr. Sukar," call Mistar. He waved his hand towards Sukar sir while stepping towards his cottage. Bery fruit he picked put one by one into a bag of crackles and hang them on the branches of the tree. He then approached the Mistar.

"No Mistar," said Pak Sukar while scratching randomly all over his body.

"No, sir, there are many mosquitoes" Mistar replied. Coffee in front of him brewed then put it in front of Pak Sukar. Mr. Sukar immediately sipped it.

"Many mosquitoes or fear." Mr. Sukar smiled. He continued to scratch the remaining mosquito bites in his hand. Mistar. Said to be scared by Mr. Sukar, he was a little emotional. But he was silent.

"Mistar, don't tell me anything about my story two weeks ago, about my wish to behead Haji Maemun. It was all because of my frustration because Haji Maemun did not give me a penny of the sale of land that was taken from the son of the deceased Mr. Kusnari," said Mr. Sukar, still not turning to Mistar. Mistar took the bananas in front of him then put them in the sack.

"Why suddenly Mr. Sukar spoke like that" said Mistar.

"Farhan alone we burn his house because we heard him threatening to behead Haji Maemun, even though there is no evidence he did it yet,"

"But Farhan was his son, Mr. Marwi, he could have been the culprit. Like I said the other day, maybe he wants revenge" Mistar said.

"Yes, but a fool like Bahram seems to be starting to suspect me too, just because he once heard me want to behead Haji Maemun." Sukar took two cigarettes from his pocket, and threw them to Mistar.

"Ah, no way sir. It's just Mr. Sukar's feeling" Mistar smiled. Cigarettes thrown by Mr. Sukar immediately arrested.

"Who is not hurt, for days I accompanied him to measure the land, find buyers, go back and forth to the village, but not a penny I loved the part," said Mr. Sukar. "If you're delicious, never come along but get a lot of parts. You're really good at licking Haji Maemun,"

Mistar. His emotions that had been lost again peaked.

"You mean Mr Sukar? I licked Haji Maemun how," Mistar said.

"All right, don't pretend you don't know Mistar. I know you bought land at your in-laws' house. Where can you get that much money if not given by Haji Maemun,"

"Your dog is Mr. Sukar. Don't insult me so much like that. You are the hotter dog Haji Maemun. And maybe it is true that Mr. Sukar who killed Haji Maemun," replied Mistar fiercely while pointing at the face of Pak Sukar. Hearing Mistar dare to say loudly to him, Pak Sukar followed the apitam. He stands.

"So your words Mistar, since when do you dare to point such a pointer at me," said Pak Sukar with a red face staring at Mistar's face.

"Since Mr. Sukar spying on me a sycophant dog," said Mistar no less fierce, "

"You're a fucking dog, motherfucker!" said Mr. Sukar. This time his hand clinched the head of the Mistar. Mistar's emotions were unstoppable again. Parang tucked in his left waist in the pull and quickly he slashed the head of Pak Sukar until disconnected.

The head of Sukar's pack rolls and rotates in the middle of Mistar's cabbage plant. His blood spurted following the rotating piece of the head. His terrifying voice, startling the small birds in the tree branches.

Mistar. He was surprised when he saw the headless body of Pak Sukar slumped in front of him with blood spurting.

For a while Mistar was still in his place. He still couldn't believe what he saw. His hands trembled until the machete he was holding slowly slipped away.

Mistar's body crashed on the ground.his trembling body made his legs unable to support his body anymore. His chest was pounding faster, clashing with the rhythm of his breath.

Now Mistar could only stare at the headless body in front of him. It was getting dark and he could not think of a way to get rid of the corpse in front of him.

Mistar. The machete lying next to him was taken back. He looked towards his farm. After thinking for a long time, he decided to dig a hole in the middle of his cabbage plant.

Pak Sukar's headless body in the Mistar drags towards the hole he has dug. The head of the Sukar pack that got stuck in the sweet potato plant was removed and threw it into the hole.

Now he must think of an answer if the family of Mr. Sukar asked the whereabouts of Mr. Sukar. He is the one who will be asked first. That's certain. Mr. Sukar's wife knew that he and Mr. Sukar left together this afternoon to the field. Mistar looked up, his eyeballs that revolved to and fro like following the direction of the mind that began to work. Mistar gave a long sigh. He had to stay tonight in the fields. He will pretend to be missing looking for Mr. Sukar if people start looking for their whereabouts.

But suddenly Mistar held his neck. It was like a hard wire was starting to wrap around his neck. Mistar's neck was suffocating, only a groan of pain mixed with bated breath. A person dressed in seedy green like a ghost unseen in the darkness, pulled with a strong wire wrapped around Mistar's neck. It gets stronger until finally the Mistar does not move anymore. Silent and silent. He fell on the ground. The mysterious figure then dragged the body of Mistar to the place where he buried the corpse of Pak Sukar.

The mysterious figure stepped towards the forest with a limp step, until it disappeared behind the darkness. But not long after, he returned with a long rope. Mistar's neck was then tied up and he began to hoist her up on a tree beside the hut.