The River House

XXVII. Tarji cold allergy

A few dozen kilometers from the forest, a police officer was reading a maroon-red shabby book. Books with writing from blue ink that faded in some parts.

A cup of milk coffee reflects a thin white smoke expels drowsiness and cold air in the morning. While outside the office, the blue car looks come with thick dew covering the side glass.

Tarji got out of the car and rushed into the office. Several times he sneezed with a thunderous voice. His nose was flushed because he was constantly rubbed with his right hand. The police officer was allergic to cold air.

"Damn! The more years the more anyep air the city here. Next year it's like it's snowing" Tarji grumbled. He threw his leather jacket in front of Adi, a police officer who had been busy with a maroon red book. Adi did not budge, ignoring Tarji who once again sneezed with his loud voice.

"Aarrgghhh, my nose is meleeerr!" Tarji yelled in annoyance.

"Just go home there. Just come crashing on. Like grandpa grandpa caught wind you Ji!" adi Sahut. This time he could not bear to not comment.

"I'm a Diii professional. Although no longer feeling well, the spirit entered dong," Tarji patted his chest, the next second he coughed cough.

"Professionals are complaining," Adi bobbles his head.

"Rather than you Di, the work of the contents read the book continues. Where's the shabby, ugly, shabby book again!" tarji protest is upset. Adi did not reply, he was happy to open page after page of the maroon-red book.

"Feelings have been months you go back and forth read that book Di, not bosen what?" Tarji dropped his body on the chair next to Adi.

"Do you remember the burning of a river house in the middle of the forest?" Adi asked back.

"What a massacre, huh? The suspect committed suicide in front of the burning house, right?" Tarji remembers.

"Yes. The case has been closed, but many strange things that make me feel uncomfortable" said Adi. This time he looked serious, talking while staring at Tarji who occasionally still rubbed his nose.

"How weird is Di?" ask Tarji later.

"There is a difference in the number of guests who visit the house by the river with the number of bodies found. One guest has vanished. Even until now, his family still continues to ask the police for an explanation," said Adi sighed. He closed the maroon red book he had read from dawn.

"Then, the most awkward is the death of a victim named Galang. He died in Polindes with some poisonous insects in his mouth. At that time, the alleged massacre had killed himself in the middle of the forest. So, who has harmed Galang?" Adi stared intently at Tarji as if asking for an explanation from him. Tarji scratching his head, wrong behavior.

"This thing is Jii's key" Adi said as she held up the maroon red book in her right hand.

"The village midwife who took care of Galang in polindes, who gave it to me. This book was found with Galang's body full of wounds. But unfortunately when it was discovered, the book was wet with river water. The writing is mostly gone." Adi grunted annoyedly.

"What's answer? Can anyone still read it?" Tanya Tarji was curious. He closed his chair next to Adi.

"Sort of diary. The author is Zainul Richman. You know what makes me so curious about this book? On one of the pages it is clearly written that the author, Zainul Richman was with a man named Bayu Khairil in the old cabin in the middle of the forest," said Adi while stroking his beard elus which began to grow coarse fur. He forgot to shave.

"Khairil's wood?" Tarji jumped in shock.

"That clever officer in the academy used to beat you?" Ask Tarji further. Adi nodded quickly.

"I don't know for sure if this is true. Or whether this so-called Bayu is the same person as the Bayu police, I also dare not speculate without concrete evidence. But, my feelings are really not calm," said Adi. Again he took a deep breath.

"So remember something about my brain" Tarji patted her on the forehead.

"What?" Adi asked curiously.

"Last night before I came home, that Bayu cop took Damar from forensics. You know Damar? A new child who has been troubled because of the trauma. He said he wanted to handle a case" Tarji whispered.

"Where am I taahuuu," Tarji's lips look manyun.

"Kok I didn't know that story yesterday?" Adi asked back.

"Daddy, samijo! You had a promise yesterday with Sinta. Go first, so you don't know. You bucin!" Tarji answered sewot.

"Oh yes," Adi mangosteen. Then grin while patting Tarji's shoulder.

"By the way busway, Bayu at this hour has also not come to the office you know," Tarji said as he looked at another room. Adi followed behind him.

"Damn it! Where the hell is he?" He hit the wall a little hard.

"Have you not come back from yesterday?" Tarji asked curiously.

Adi was stunned, staying where he stood. The next moment he remembered something. In a hurry, he went to his desk. Pull the top drawer with a little rough.

Tarji noticed Adi, a little surprised by his co-worker who saw the grusa grusu. Though usually the man called the most handsome one office is calm and quieter. Tarji did not dare to ask, he waited and saw what Adi was doing.

"Look at this" Adi said, opening a printed newspaper a few months ago.

"What's this?" tanya Tarji did not understand.

"Wrap 'sego gegog' Jiii! This is bacaen!" Adi sewot's. Tarji.

A thick printed article at the bottom of the newspaper. The estate of the Rich Man was inherited by the wife of a wealthy cloth businessman.

"Well? So the place is inhabited again?" Tarji was shocked.

"It looks so," Adi continued briefly.

"We go there Ji," continued Adi. He patted Tarji's shoulder quite hard.

"It's crazy. Very adem Dii, I can sneeze continue this later," complained Tarji. This time he refused to comply with Adi's request.

"She's professional? Cook loses to the weather." Adi sneering.

"Yes but right, there's no indication what's going on in there. Ah, you like weird. The hunch is obeyed," Tarji denied.

"Now try to mention, when was my hunch ever wrong?" Adi debating.

"Yes never. Aahh, your suuzon is a carrier of negative aura. It really happened," Tarji grumbled.

"If you don't come. I want to go there myself" Adi grabbed his jacket hanging in the corner of the room.

"This is. The stone head! Yasudah, let me come. I can't bear to see you go alone. Just use my car to not get too cold. You drive," Tarji ordered.

"Ready boss!" Adi pretended to pay his respects. Tarji laughed to see it.

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