THE NOURA VAN KEMMERS

What happened to the Van Kemmers?

"What happened to the Van Kemmers? did you say they were killed?" ask me while glancing towards Noura.

"Everything about their families is here, Bang!" Jordan showed me a large notebook covered with a dark gray cover.

"It looks like this is an archival relic of the events that befell the Van Kemmers family. I caught it but didn't read it until it ran out. This seems to be the archives collected from the newspapers that were published at that time."

I hurried over and took the notebook and opened it. Justright. It is a journal about the events that befell the Van Kemmers family. My eyes focused on one of the small pieces of writing on the left corner of the book. It says, Rueben Williams Winhern.

"What is this journal collected by Opa Rueben?" my many.

"Yes right. Opa Rueben collected news about the Van Kemmers family from newspapers published at the time. The news of the tragic events that befell the Van Kemmers family was absolutely horrendous at that time. Seize public attention. And Opa Rueben collected archives about the events that befell the Van Kemmers family as a form of respect for them. Remember they are good friends and neighbors.

"Who were they killed by?" ask again.

"A criminal who wants to take control of the Van Kemmers rubber plantation. The full news is on the next page, Bang! I haven't read it yet, either, because honestly I'm less interested in criminal news," Jordan invited me to open the next page.

Waw...It's complete! I can guess Jordan Winhern must have a soft heart. As an artist, Jordan definitely has a smooth and easily touched feeling. And certainly less interested in things that are sadistic and contain elements of violence.

I began to focus on the neatly arranged sheets in the book. It contained news from old newspapers in the 1930s. And the news headline was about the murder tragedy that befell the Van Kemmers family. I keep reading the news from that headline. The perpetrator of the Van Kemmers family murder was Johans Alois, a former recidivist who intended to seize control of the estate papers belonging to the Van Kemmers family. And the way it is done is to kidnap the Van Kemmers family consisting of Adrianus Van Kemmers and his wife named Helena is Van Kemmers, then his two children Sophia and Benjamin. Then there are four other family members who were also victims, namely the husband and wife of Frederic and Alida De Vries, who are known to be brothers-in-law of Adrianus Van Kemmers and their two children Marie and George.

They were all kidnapped at dinner, exactly the day before Christmas Eve. August 24, 1930. Johans Alois, assisted by his four Centengs, brought six Van Kemmers families to a place to be killed by shooting one by one.

The edge of Kali Pesanggarahan bears witness to the abomination of Johans Alois when the bodies of the Van Kemmers family are hoarded by stacking one into a hole on the edge of the Kali Pesanggarahan. Suddenly I imagined it. Really sadistic! so focused I read the news, I didn't realize that Noura was sitting next to me. The expression looks different. The combination of sadness and anger stifles anger.

I'm appalled. Noura's facial expression was completely other. Not what I usually see. His angry aura clearly looked like a flash of fire that was ready to burn anything.

"Calm down. calm your emotions!" I whispered while trying to calm him down.

"Now it's all revealed. What has been making you curious has found the answer. You must be sincere and patient!"

"Who's talking to yourself or who's talking to, Bang?" jordan was reading a book about classical composers.

"Oohs...Sorry, I just so lived the Van Kemmers family story I read. I am like this when I get carried away, often expressing it myself verbally" I replied. There's no way I'm telling her that I'm calming Noura, the ghost of Dutch Noni who is the son of the Van Kemmers family.

"Ooh, I thought why, Bang!"

The wall clock already showed at half ten in the evening. I can't believe that as soon as time passes. Tracing the past through journals and photo albums makes me unknowingly spend a lot of time.

Recall that there will be some activity proposals on laptops that I have not yet tapped. I wasn't planning on last night at Jordan's. But it's nothing. For Noura's sake, I'm willing to spend my time. Besides, tomorrow's the PTS schedule, and I don't seem to have a watch schedule, so it could be a little afternoon.

Noura's cries grew louder in my ears. He started to growl again. Some papers and photo albums flew. Sofa and table moving by themselves.

Seriate.