TUMBAL SEVENTH

TUMBAL SEVENTH
Disappeared



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I've been looking for Tania's whereabouts to the houses of the nearest neighbors, but they all do not know the whereabouts of my sister even they do not feel the arrival of a guest who has the characteristics as I showed in the photo on my phone.


When I passed by the citizens who happened to cross the same road as the one I was walking on, I again showed a photo of Tania. However, none of them saw Tania.


My steps stopped in a house that looks simple the walls are made of red brick while around it overgrown with various colors of flowers. Asri. The atmosphere also looks calm and peaceful.


Knock the door leaf is dull brown, a few moments out that I believe the owner of this comfortable house.


I was stunned for a moment, even with the owner of the house. Oh my goodness, so this is Tirta's house. OMG! How did I get here, huh? Is this a sign that he is .. is what the hell, I. Stop halu Rania!


“Ha-hai,” said we almost simultaneously. Then we both felt the wrong way.


“This is your home?”


“What's up here?”


Ask us at the same time. A moment later we both chuckled.


“Iya, this is my hut,” he replied later. I nodded while looking around.


Let the person say strange, but the house is not mystical as I thought.


“Eh, yes, please log in or want ..”


“No need, just sit here,” as I am. Then I sat on a chair made of bamboo located on the terrace of his house.


Tirta went into his house. I heard he was communicating with someone in there. Tell me that I'm here. I think I told his parents.


Right as I thought. A few moments later came a middle-aged woman, who introduced herself as her mother Tirta. After that his mother Tirta went back inside and let me talk with her son.


“This please in his warm tea drink!” edits Tirta while pointing to a cup of tea that still reflects the steam. I nodded and grabbed the cup and sipped a little.


“Thank you,” I said later. Then I put the cup with the rest of the tea back on a small table made of rattan wicker.


“Sorry to trouble,”.


“Not bothered. Oh yes, what are you doing here?”


“Astaghfirullah!” I screamed as I forgot my main goal.


“Why?” Tirta seemed to be panicking.


Then I told you that Tania might be missing.


“OK, I helped find Tania,” bargain.


“You sure? Am I not a hassle?”


“Absolutely no hassle,” fast.


“For a while yes, I contact Bayu Sama Dian to help nyari.”


I can only nod.


After Tirta called Bayu and Dian a few minutes later both came, and we started searching.


After being searched all over the village, but Tania I don't even know her existence. I decided to call Dad. However, Dad sounded still very busy at the factory. Even Dad was impressed by my words.


“Where?” cecar Dian's.


“I think there's a point. Yuk! We take you home we try to check at your house once Tania has come home,” said Bayu.


We rushed home too.


“Aww!” my ringis, when I slipped a pebble and fell.


Tirta immediately moved closer to make sure. Until pulling Bayu's body and telling Dian to step aside to be able to see my condition.   Then hurry to find the leaves after it can be directly squeezed to disintegrate.


“Hold yes! It will hurt a little, but later it will feel good,” he said softly. Then attach the leaves to the knees as well as my injured elbows.


“White,” my moans.


“Hold! Anyway if the road is ati-ati napa!” his scolding, while tearing his clothes. Then tie my wound with a tear in his shirt.


I watched and enjoyed Tirta's treatment of me. His pain and pain suddenly disappeared when noticed in such a way by him. Ah, today Tirta looks sweeter than usual day. I was amazed at it. He ripped his shirt to dress my wounds. So sweet's.


“Where is it?” Tirta's words sounded faintly in my ears. I didn't answer right away. Busy to observe his face that looks handsome and cute. A moment later our gazes clashed in a fairly close distance. In a matter of seconds.


“Kheeem!” Bayu cleared his throat, even with Dian. Me and Tirta were wrong.


“It's enough yes, bucin-bucinannya. Now let's move on to Rania's house,” taunted Dian, holding back a laugh.


“Can stand no?” ask Tirta. Worry was clearly visible on his face.


Then I tried to stand up, but my knees felt stiff and sore as I carried them up. Until my body is hollow and falls into the arms of Tirta.


Within seconds we were both stuck. My heart was always uncertain. My heart warmed up when a strange gallant appeared within this close proximity to Tirta. I could even feel the roar of her warm breath sweeping across this face.


Dian immediately pulled my body from within Tirta's arms in a huff.


“Aware woy! Not muhrim!” pekik Dian, while taking over memapahku. I was ashamed and ashamed in my heart. Looking back I see Tirta still flinching in the place he was. Then continued walking after being pulled by Bayu.


***


My hopes were dashed when I got home, and Tania hadn't come home yet.


“Where do we want to try again? All corners of the village we have traced,” said Bayu. The four of us were both sitting on the porch seats of the house, confused.


“Eh, you tell your father to take action immediately.”


As Dian suggested, I called Dad immediately.


I promised I would be home soon.


“Ran, your household assistant is suspicious motion,” whispered Dian, while directing his gaze towards Mbok Tini is located.


“Iya, he is so strange and mysterious person,” I explained.


“But, I see a strange aura, Ran. Black concentrated,” clear Dian.


“Indeed if the aura is pitch black what does it mean?” manya curious.


After listening to the explanation that Dian explained that the aura possessed by Mbok Tini was very bad, an aura of evil enveloped him. Increasingly strengthen my curiosity in Mbok Tini.


All this time I suspected him that he was the sajen installer, even I had complained to Dad about the strangeness of his attitude. I also told Dad about the discovery of the veil in Mbok Tini's room which is exactly the same as the sajen installer.  However, Dad warned me not to su’zon because such a veil is much the same. Accusing without accurate evidence is slander, and slander is more cruel than murder.


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