The River House

XXXII. Friday Pahing

The dark blue car slowly moved up the road full of holes. Occasionally, the sound of the front wheel collided with the asphalt material that peeled off.

The owner of the car, a police officer with an oval face looks smiling wryly. He remembered very well, yesterday afternoon his car was just taken to the service as well as washing around the office. Unfortunately, the bumper that was shiny yesterday had to be full of patches of blackish brown mud.

"Welcome to the latest tourist location 'Jeglongan Sewu'," Tarji said with a voice made as if he was a tour guide.

"So you yourself you know who asked to use your car," said Adi chuckled.

"Yes we've been here a long time, not through here. I think the world is getting ahead. Five point era O lhoo, lha kok this street is destroyed like this," grumbled Tarji annoyed.

"Yes the priority of development of each region is different Ji. Do not worry a lot, focus on driving and be grateful for what is there. To the left right of the road green scenery seger," Adi smiled.

"Your speech is contradictory in. Cook make the focus nyetir same to see the view left right," Tarji denied with a pouting face. Adi just laughed hearing that.

Tarji's car reached a fork and took a left direction. The streets feel flatter, although not as good as the asphalt of urban areas. Along the way, there are flower traders selling their wares. Not ornamental flowers sold, but flowers for the purposes of 'nyekar'.

Red roses, jasmine, ylang, cantile flowers also produce a distinctive fragrance. The scent of various flowers entered the car cabin because of the window glass that was deliberately lowered. Tarji refused to use AC, more economical he said.

"Ck ck ck Rame really," Tarji clucked in admiration. Tarji noticed, an impromptu flower market whose traders only sell on certain days. Impressed crowded and dense.

"It's not every day, is it Ji?" ask Adi later.

"No, just a certain day. Uh, today's Friday pahing right?" Tarji asked back.

"Yes kayaknya. What's up?" Adi scrunched his forehead.

"It's a good day to go to Di's grave. Do you remember the two young men who died in the woods around Rich Man's house? The day we meet we want to be in that begal, you know," Tarji slowed down the speed of his car.

"Fadlan and Wignyo you mean? What's up?" Adi seemed to remember.

"We go to his grave yuk, mumpung friday pahing nih. I still feel guilty about them anyway. If only we knew at that time that they would send money to the middle of the forest. In large quantities of money, we must have controlled it. And bad events may be avoided" Tarji said, stepping on the brakes. The car stopped right in front of a simple flower stall with an old grandmother selling.

"You're really Ji," Adi sighed. He recalled the night of the massacre at the Rich Man's house. A terrible case that made big news. But the disclosure and results of his investigation are far from satisfactory for Adi.

Tarji got out of the car, slightly running towards the flower stall. Granny smiling flower seller sumringah saw a customer coming. Rows of teeth that are reddened because 'kinang and susur' appear neatly lined.

"That, the flower. Damel nyekar's. Khalih adhah ngggeh. (Bah buy flowers, make nyekar, two)," said Tarji kalem.

"Ngggeh Mas, 15 thousand," the grandmother of the florist deftly wraps a mixture of roses, cantillaries and ylang using yellowish banana leaves. The grandmother seemed to pour and splash a kind of perfume liquid in a large clear bottle on her wares.

Tarji paid and immediately ran back into the car. While Adi remained silent in his seat, it seemed fun to watch people passing by around the 'spill' market.

"Hmmm. . I remember the case of the Rich Man's house. How can the case be closed by leaving a lot of questions. One of the many mysteries that still remains my record is where did the loss of money brought by Fadlan and Wignyo? The police concluded that the money was burned along with the Rich Man's house. Why not do an investigation also search the forest area in more detail?" Adi leaned his head against the window of the car.

"Don't repeat the same question many times. Although I agree with your allegations, but in the end many people accused you of not liking or even envy the investigation leader of the Rich Man case," said Tarji while patting Adi's shoulder.

"Yes I thought at first that I might be jealous of 'her'. Then after I thought again, there were indeed too many oddities left just like that. Surprisingly again everyone just believes him," Adi massaged his forehead.

"Well, because he's the most accomplished officer. A police officer who is projected to be the future leader. Cakap, smart, relationship with the community is also famous for being good and friendly. The leader of the investigation of the burning case of the river house, the house of the Rich Man, Bayu Khairil," Tarji sighed.

Tarji's car still stops by the side of the road. The car's engine was left on, while the driver was still wrestling with his troubled mind.

"What are we clear is we go to the tomb of Wignyo and Fadlan first?" Tarji asks for Adi's approval.

"Yes, alright," Adi nodded in agreement.

The car again moved slowly up the cement road with some thick moss attached to the part that is rarely passed by the wheels of the vehicle.

"Eh, I thought of Ji," said Adi arrived.

"What else?" connect Tarji cuek.

"Later after the tomb of Wignyo and Fadlan we stopped by Polindes first yes," replied Adi, his head still leaning against the open car window. The rural air felt comfortable hitting her hair hemisphere.

"Huh? Remember Sinta Di. Duh duh, you don't be like that. I say this as your friend Di, it's not good to play with the heart. Outer wounds are treatable, wounds in the heart are brought to die Diii," Tarji shook his head.

"Huh? What the hell is Ji? What does this have to do with Sinta? I'm just asking to stop by Polindes," Adi said in surprise.

"Lha to polindes want to meet the old village midwife, right?" cerca Tarjis.

"Yes" Adi replied briefly.

"Lha it. .ituuu, pity Sinta Di if mbok two in," Tarji pointed to Adi's face.

"Huh? Your brain is full of negative thoughts kept Ji. I want to ask you details about this book. There are also several things related to the death of one of the visitors of the Rich Man's house," Adi showed a shabby red book he carried in a small bag.

"Ooohhh, kirain," Tarji smiled wryly.

"Please, that head needs to be charged to the accu place. Let the positive pole appear. The content is really negative," Adi pointed back at Tarji's head. Tarji just smiled, a little embarrassed for being careless.

Connect___