The River House

XXXIGV. Nurma Midwife

A man with a high, thin body, with clean yellow skin walked with Anggi midwife towards Polindes. The man was about sixty years old. From the clothes worn looks berberk signifies he is among the people in the village.

"Good day sir," Adi greeted the man, his hands held tight and warm. Same with Tarji.

"Good day, introduce me Mr. Nyamin parents from Nurma," the man named Nyamin introduced himself. His face looks sad.

Adi, Tarji and Mr. Nyamin are sitting in the living room of Polindes. While Midwife Anggi rushed to the back room, about to make coffee. A moment later the midwife Anggi returned to the living room.

"Ah, Mas Mas, Mr. Nyamin I did not go to the shop first yes. Want to buy something," Anggi's midwife slightly bowed, walking out Polindes. When you want to make coffee, the sugar supply in the jar runs out.

"Guest's cooking doesn't make coffee bitter. Later it is thought that the guest is not a human dong," Anggi midwife muttered to herself while holding a smile.

In the living room of Polindes, Mr. Nyamin looked at Adi and Tarji alternately. He did not recognize the two police officers in front of him. Even though he tried to remember, in fact Mr. Nyamin still felt he had never met the two people.

"I'm sorry, who are you and what's the matter with my son?" ask Mr. Nyamin after a while.

"My name is Adi Pak. This is my associate, his name is Tarji. We want to meet your son, the first to establish friendship. We had met and met with Nurma midwives during the burning case of Mr. Zainul's house in the forest. The second, I personally want to once again chat with my father about the red-coated book that was brought by one of the guests at Mr. Zainul's house. I really hope to get more complete story details, because the case is still stuck in my heart" said Adi politely. Mr. Nyamin listened carefully.

"Look sir, uh, Mas cop," Mr. Nyamin looked confused.

"Call us Adi and Tarji Pak" Adi said.

"Emm, Mas Adi needs to know that my son is long gone" Mr. Nyamin spoke with his head bowed. He hides his sadness.

"I mean Father?" Adi and Tarji asked almost simultaneously. The two of them exchanged looks. The shock and disbelief was clearly visible from the faces of the two police officers.

Silent mood. Mr. Nyamin looks rubbed the corner of his eye. He took a long breath. At that time, Anggi midwife had returned from the stall, walking while carrying a black crackle.

"The mas drink coffee, right?" ask Midwife Anggi arrived. Questions that come up at a less than appropriate time. Adi and Tarji immediately nodded. Anggi's midwife smiled and moved to the back room of the polindes.

"Sir?" Adi called Mr. Nyamin who was still silent.

"A few weeks after the burning of Mr. Zainul's house, my son, Nurma had an accident," Mr. Nyamin again took a deep breath. Adi and Tarji silently listened.

"Motor driven by Nurma experiencing brake blong. Motor matic if passing derivative is sometimes like so Mas. My mother and I Nurma were really devastated by the incident, but I want to know how else our child's destiny line is like that. Nurma was our only child, well, obedient, the school used to be diligent until graduating as a village midwife," Mr. Nyamin sounded a little sobbing. His face bowed, covering his tears that fell apart.

"Innalillahi, forgive us sir. Our arrival even makes you sad," said Adi felt guilty.

"What is it. Pas Bu Anggi came to the house, saying if there was a policeman who nyari Nurma, I think what is it. Turns out he was both acquaintances of my son alamarhum. I'm happy to come, it indicates my son remains remembered, many friends," said Mr. Nyamin tried to smile.

"Oh yes, when Nurma accident that found the first time also a police officer. He was very good, every night came to the house until 7 days of our son," continued Mr. Nyamin. Adi and Tarji exchanged curious looks.

"Maybe you two know," Mr. Nyamin smiled.

"Sorry, what's the name of the cop you mean?" Adi asked, although in his mind he could already guess.

"I remember once, he was kind, polite and friendly. His speech is smooth and soothing. His name is Mas Bayu Khairil," replied Mr. Nyamin without hesitation.

Adi's guess is right. His right hand was clenched tightly behind the table. He is increasingly convinced, Bayu is the one who has a share in the case of the burning of the house of the Rich Man. Adi suspects Bayu deliberately made Nurma midwife wretched, to cover up his crimes.

The mood was silent again. No one spoke, everyone was busy with their thoughts. That's when Anggi's midwife brought three cups of coffee on a tray, served it with a can of biscuits.

"Let's be put on a show Mas, sir," said Midwife Anggi with a smile.

Tarji, who was a little upset by the arrival of Anggi's midwife who was not on time, hurriedly sipped coffee in the cup.

"Ah ah ah auwwhh," Tarji shouted, the coffee in the cup is still very hot.

"Ah, my colleague is used to debus kok bu midwife," asloh Adi, greeted with laughter Mr. Nyamin and midwife Anggi. The atmosphere melted this time.

After that, the chat turned to a light discussion about the state of the village, the upcoming duku harvest season, as well as environmental security conditions.

"So Mas Adi and Mas Tarji came here on purpose just to find my son, or is there some other need?" asked Mr. Nyamin after sipping the last drop of coffee in his cup.

"It just so happens that we intend to visit Mr. Zainul's former home. It's said that someone just moved there, sir?" Tarji this time asked.

"Yes, the family of a wealthy businessman. His name if not wrong Ferry anyway. The villagers have never met. Strange people are rich today. I'm building a house in the middle of the forest" Mr. Nyamin explained.

"Need calm sir. The rich man has a lot of workload, the world of competition is heavy. So need a house that can be made refreshing as much as possible," said Anggi midwife.

An hour passed, finally Adi and Tarji resigned.

"Ground to the house. Later we continue to talk," said Mr. Nyamin when Adi shaking hands to say goodbye.

"Waduh sir thank you very much. Next time we will visit" promised Adi. Tarji just nodded and smiled.

"The path to the middle of the forest is wide Mas now," continued Anggi midwife.

"Yes, but he said last night there was a slight landslide that closed part of the road" added Mr Nyamin.

"It still passes, right sir?" ask Adi to make sure.

"The footpath can be Mas, but far away, night you get there later," Mr. Nyamin glanced at the silver watch on his left wrist.

"Yes sir is not pa pa pa. Thank you very much for the banquet. We say goodbye," Adi concluded.

"Yes Mas, be careful" Mr. Nyamin and Anggi midwife said simultaneously.

Connect___

'Sorry to Gaes.

Want to tell a story again.

Honestly writing a mystery story like this is fun and thrilling for me.

Yes, although this story may feel less gregety or messy in some parts, but I have tried to write (eh typing) as well as possible.

A big thank you for those of you who have been faithful to read, or maybe waiting, because the clock, also the day of uploading a new chapter that can not be consistent.

Somehow the story of the mystery story feels difficult to get a chance to be higher (this is the vent). Or maybe it is a story I wrote (eh kuketik) is still far from thrilling.

I actually really want to present reading to friends a story that is thrilling, curious, and can be made a debate in the comments column (hehe).

So far RTS is quite satisfying performance for me, but because I am an ordinary human just feel less.

Fuuhh, whatever it is for those who have read RTS, for those who like, for those who comment, vote, give a gift, thank you so much much more.'

Don't forget to read RTS 1 and 2.