Rania's Invisible Search
PART 5 MYSTERY DISCOVERY OF CORPSES
I was downcast feeling bad after hearing Mas Adit's words. But I assured him that before I found this box, no one would know.
"This box is neatly stored in a hidden place Mas, maybe the officer did not comb to that place. This box was covered in cloth and long wood sandwiched between the walls, officers should have taken it, if they had found it."
"Nonsense is also what you say Ran. But how could the officers be so frivolous, they didn't see anything this big?" mas Adit said by scratching the head that does not itch.
"Is it possible that the officers' vision was closed by an invisible creature huh Mas? Because I didn't realize the existence of this box either. Until I finally left the room, my eyes were diverted with something poking out behind the checkered cloth." I showed the picture of the cloth I meant, through the phone I was carrying, I showed it, the motif is like the usual chess cloth in covering the big trees in Bali.
"Roman. Are you sure about what you said about that invisible creature? Actually I do not believe in mystical things like that, because several times I have felt it while handling certain cases. But I try to convince myself, if that kind of thing is just my feeling." explained Mas Adit by hooking his eyebrows together.
Finally we decided to open the padlock that was in the old box. Armed with makeshift equipment, Mas Adit poked the padlock.
Theeck. The padlock opened after Mas Adit poked it several times. Together we opened the old, worn-out box, a lot of dust that made us cough a little. It looks like a red cloth inside, a little faded, probably because it was kept too long. I found a letter and a gold necklace, with an orange gemstone pendant.
"How about it, there's a letter in it. Is it okay to read it?" I took a serious look at Mas Adit's face.
"You know how else Ran, already wet. Better we read it all, who knows there are clues in this letter." Mas Adit replied with a nod of his head.
We haven't read it yet, one of the hostesses came and greeted me. A woman was wearing a brown dress in tune with her pants. His name is Mbak Dahayu, I used to call him Mbak Ayu. A PNS, who works at one of the Public Elementary Schools in Jakarta.
"Eh Rania, how do you feel at home? I hope you are comfortable staying here, because usually there is never a long boarding here. And I was always alone at last. Because next to my room is always empty" he said with a knotty smile.
"Hopefully be at home. Because I do not know where to move again, the cost price in Jakarta is expensive anyway. Here the price is still in my pocket, let alone get a discount price from Om Dewa." the owner of the hostel here is still a distant brother with Papaku, and incidentally Mbak Ayu is also still a nephew of Om Dewa. Surely Mbak Ayu will be more comfortable living in this boarding house, although many strange stories from the neighbors around.
Ma'am Ayu said goodbye to return to his room, he greeted Mas Adit who had been silent listening to our conversation.
🍁 For Ketut Dewangga 🍁
You know, tut, my life in this mortal world won't be long. Especially after I inherited Leak from our family. Since you as the son's successor are unwilling to accept this knowledge, I as the eldest brother was forced to accept that great responsibility. After the birth of my first daughter, I was afraid that she would inherit the black magic that is currently fused in my body. That's why I decided to live alone after handing over my only offspring to you. But there's one thing I'm not telling you, if one day this Leak will follow my bloodline as his successor. So I ask you to take care of my daughter, so as not to get dragged into the black magic that has become hereditary in our family. I had to sacrifice myself so that Leak would not find my bloodline. And if you can read this letter, give that orange mustika necklace to my daughter. The necklace will protect him from Leak, or his other followers. This orange gemstone will emit a dazzling light, if it is near my successor. And for anyone who finds this will box, please give it to someone I refer to in this letter. I couldn't figure out where Ketut's address was. Below I have written the address Ketut Dewangga, but maybe it will be difficult to find it. But with all my heart, I ask anyone who finds this box to give me all the contents in this box. Thank Thank You.
🍁 Marked Wayan Sukmawati. 🍁
That was the end of the letter. Me and Mas Adit were silent and staring at each other. The look on Mas Adit's face was confused, the sweat wetting his forehead. His breathing was irregular, he raised his eyebrows giving a sign, what we should do after knowing the contents of the letter.
"Hmm how come Mas, I'm still new to this town. I don't know how to find the address written behind the letter." I said, flipping the letter behind which was written an address, which I don't know where.
"The problem is not that Ran! Is it possible that the corpse in the old building is that of Ibu Wayan Sukmawati? Because all that makes sense is that Mom's name wrote this letter, it could also be the identity of the corpse that wrote this letter right?" obviously Mas Adit with a serious face.
We both thought until it didn't feel like a reverberation. It is time to pray magrib, we have finally postponed this conversation. And Mas Adit said goodbye to go to the Hospital, as several officers were waiting for him to see the autopsy results.
"I walk first Ran, want all the prayers in the mosque ahead there."
Mas Adit immediately left my hostel, slowly the motorbike drove and was not seen again. I tidied up the old box, and put it back in the backpack. Seeming some other residents of the boarding house began to arrive, I just greeted by throwing a smile while walking to the boarding room. I faintly inhaled the smell of incense that disturbed my breathing, I shook my hands, so that the smell of incense did not stifle in my chest.
"Who lit this magrib-magrib incense?" my mind wondered, only this time did I find the aroma of incense in this House.
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