The Mystery of the White House

5.

" Is that so, sir?" ask Aisyah curiously.

" He said so" replied the father, sipping his tea.

" Lah, Mr. Rich don't know. What kind of son of a goddamn Gandi? uelt keket so" said Mother rather irritated.

" Mommy, can't be so ah. Mom still has a daughter. Whether or not someone else's child never reproaches or humiliates him. The most important task of the mother is to take care of and educate the children of the Mother" explained Aisyah.

" Well.denger ndak his son said what Mom? Even if we don't like other people. We better shut up. Do not need to add a lot of problems" said Mr. chimed in.

" Yes Sir. Sorry" replied Mother.

" Sir, actually Aish wants something. Can I?" ask Aisyah softly.

" Yo, please nduk. You will answer as much as you can and as far as you know" replied the father.

" Who does the white house belong to? How's the history of the house? Does the house have any inhabitants?" ask Aisyah curiously.

" So you know ndak so nduk. The house used to belong to Mrs Jihan. Lady Jihan married a foreigner named Mr. Alex. They used to live in that house only temporarily, and not for long. Because they have a luxurious villa behind the hill and a very large plantation" said the father.

" Continue sir?" Aisyah curious.

" Why are you curious about the house?" ask Father.

" I don't know why, the house called my heart to know the truth" said Aisyah.

" There was a massacre in that house. I don't know who was slaughtered. And what motive. The people here never knew it either. After the incident he said they all moved to the villa behind the hill. Even if there is a massacre why there are no bodies scattered or at least blood splattered. Looks like ity's just a diversion issue. So that residents here do not know the truth" said the father.

" You also do not know about what happened nduk, at that time you worked in Kalimantan. And your mother still works in Jakarta. We haven't come back either. The elder here who knew it was also over. And the people here used to be very few" explained Mr.

" So yes sir the story" asked Aisyah back.

" Yes, and he said the land became a material struggle or dispute in Mr. Alex's family" said the father.

" Oo so. Alright Mr. adzan has been reverberating. Let us pray Dzuhur" pinta Aisyah.

" Ah. okay. Ma took a shower first. It feels so sticky" said the father.

" Please sir" replied Aisyah.

Aisyah then went back in. Take water wudlu and immediately perform dzuhur prayer. After carrying out his obligations, Aisyah immediately opened the laptop she had to fix the proposal that would be submitted to Mr. Lurah tomorrow.

Aisyah was very thorough in her refurbishment. It is expected that everything is right and in accordance with the rules that already exist. And everything can go as it should.

I don't think the time has shown at five in the afternoon. Aisyah immediately headed for her home kitchen. The kitchen window of the house facing the white house.

It looks bright - the light that is in the house. Houses that are still standing firmly there is not enough lighting. Only dim light - dim.

Aisyah was getting curious. It was like a giant shadow was in the house. Aisyah grew more and more horrified. He immediately made snacks and dishes for her to break. And usually his parents will accompany him to open later.

Now that the time of breaking was near, Aisha immediately took a bath and took her Koran to read. Filling the time before breaking the fast usually he does. The chant of the holy verse echoed to the house.

*Allahhuakbar....

Takbir adzan maghrib reverberates throughout the universe*.

" Alhamdulillah "say everything.

Aisyah immediately canceled her fast and read the prayer before that. Then they took wudlu to perform maghrib prayer.

" But let's take nduk. The road itself is dangerous. Also quiet" pinta.

" All right, sir. Thank you in advance" replied Aisyah.

They then rushed to Surau. During the trip they told a long story so that the atmosphere was not too quiet. They finally arrived in Surau.

" Yes already, sir. Father can go home. Poor mother alone at home" pinta Aisyah.

" Yes it's nduk. Titip a son yes son" the father's message to other njai teachers.

Dad's back home. Arriving at home is like receiving a guest. There were three people who were visiting.

" Whose guest? How does it look like everyone's guy?" mummy Father.

Then you come in the house.

" Assalamualaikum" Greetings.

" Waalaikumsalam, sir" answered the mother by kissing her husband's hand with reverence.

" Ohh. juragan Gandi" said the Father.

" Yes Mr. Mustofa" replied Mr. Gandi.

" Loh. tumben juragan here. Can I help you?" ask Mr. Basa - stale.

" This is Mr. Mustofa. My goal here is to propose to my son, Aisyah. What do you think, Father?" ask juragan Gandhi.

" Oh.so.. This juragan. I have a duty to just accept. For the choice of all I leave completely to my son, Aisyah. I don't want to force anything. Please understand" replied the Father firmly without any doubt.

" all right. I'll wait for Aisyah to come home and ask her" said spokesman Gandi.

" It's not better tomorrow. It's been tonight" Mother suggested.

" No !!! You will manipulate the answers. I'll wait here" replied gandi.

Then they talk - talk. While Mom went into the house. I felt uncomfortable with guests who did not know at that time. You only respect guests.

Juragan Gandi was very reluctant with the Father, because his Father never did anything striking. And your financial affairs are also simple. So the affair with the boss Gandi never even.

Isya's prayer has been echoed throughout the village. Basic jurgan Gandi, a person who has never been busy with work. His busyness is only his own self-interest.

" Assalamualaikum "greetings from someone outside the house.

" Waalaikumsalam "answer in unison.

Look Aisyah who came with Pak Lurah. Juragan Gandhi felt bad for Mr. Lurah.

" Oohh Mr. Lurah. Please sir" replied the Father.

" I'm sorry Mr. Mustofa, I met with the teacher after the Isya prayer. Because I'm reviewing surau and TPQ. So I think it's very dangerous if the teacher goes home alone. I was also accompanied by Mr. Sekdes and one of our donors. Because the teacher arrived safely, I beg you to say goodbye sir" said Mr. Lurah.

" Oo njih Pak Lurah's. Thank ye. Didn't stop by first sir?" tawang.

" Ooo laaa don't need Mr. Mustofa. Mr. Lurah just dropped off the Aisyah deck. Isn't that Mr Lurah?" juragan Gandhi.