SCHNUCKY
A WOMAN NAMED NINGSIH

Arya rides her black All New Avanza through the streets of Sunday Market in Suwawa District.

The man was going to meet Trias who was with his friend at one of the villages at the end of the district. The journey was passed by casually.

Arya regretted some of the songs that played on the tape on the dashboard of her car. The trip was slightly interrupted by a traffic hustle that was for some reason crowded on the day.

The all-new black Avanza found a catapult-like junction. Arya turned the wheel if to the left. The vehicle was taking a left-hand road that actually had a junction again.

The intersection to the left will lead to the hot spring and waterfall tourist sites in the village of Lombongo. While the straight road leads to the main market of the village. After the market complex is passed, then the destination to be addressed will arrive.

Arya arrives in Tulabolo Village. The man then contacted his colleague. There was a call tone for a moment and then a special voice answering the call.

📲 "Hello, Assalamualaikum ...." There was a baritone voice across there.

📲 "With Arya Kusuma Datau," said Arya introduced herself.

Sounds of Deheman across.

📲 "Where is your position?" arya asked, "I've arrived in Tulabolo .." he continued.

📲 "Oh, keep going Sir. Later you will find a Dutch-style house, just stop there." replied the man with a baritone voice.

Arya ended her cellular conversation and pressed her vehicle's gas pedal again, speeding by the normal threshold across the asphalt-uncoated road.

The vehicle stopped when it found a well-maintained Dutch House-style residence that did not look worn despite the ancient appearance of the residence.

Arya got out of her car and swung a step into the beautiful yard filled with ornamental plants that cool the view.

Shortly after from the side of the house came a woman. Women's faces look distinctive, and the skin is yellowish white, very different from the contours of the skin of local women who are on average mature samo.

"You, Mr Arya?" greet the woman.

Arya is idle politely. The woman smiled and tested, "You've been waiting for. " while developing her left hand gave way.

Arya was guided by the woman down the side yard of the house until she finally arrived at a field in the back area some distance from the residence and a porono where she burned the skin and coconut shell. The area is fenced by a balacae plant (Jatropha Curcas) that is one hundred and sixty centimeters tall.

In the middle of the mini field was competing with two men, wearing a special fighter outfit complete with a necklace and a glove that was circular on the waist, and, fastened with a large belt and buckle as a hook so that the belt does not come off.

Arya understood that the fight that took place was the type of ancient fight Gorontalo society since the fourteenth century ago, namely Langga whose origin is known to be created first by an ancient king named Ilato, better known as Ju Panggola.

This unique type of martial arts is then taught by generations to Mayulu troops and their descendants. This army is a special guard troops of the Gorontalo kings who are famous for their all-black clothes, bearing a type of sword called aliyawo and bito palepe that serves as a stabbing tool. After the Gorontalo kingdom was dissolved in the late 18th century, the martial art became a secret art that was studied orally by residents with Mayulu lineage.

The two men stood on the side of the field, allowing the two fighters to expel all their intelligence until they finally finished the fight without giving birth to a winner.

The man dressed in black and clad in red wine revealed a dissatisfied face while the man dressed in black with a patterned santri geringsing style loweh laka, only smiled shockingly.

"Will this continue eventually?" pour the man with the wine-red shimmer with an unsatisfied look.

"Yes, how else? nga'mila tawu-tawu wewo can not beat the langga of our family flow." said the man clad in santri style that is none other than Trias while laughing then invite his best friend to the edge of the roomy field.

"Hi, have you been waiting?" exciting Trias.

"Not really, Commander," Arya replied courteously.

"Ah, pleasantries," cried Trias again laughing. "There's no need to be that formal to me. Just relax." sank.

"This is my best friend" said Trias nodding his head to the man on the vine-red. "You must know him very well."

"Only beginner entrepreneurs who do not know Mr. Kenzie Ardiansyah Lasantu, President Director of Buana Asparaga." said Arya smiled and reached out.

"How's Mr Arya doing?" kenzie greeted the businessman's hand.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm fine." replied Arya courteously.

"Too keep adab." Kenzie teases Arya. The man laughed.

"At least I acted according to ethics." Agile Arya made Trias and Kenzie finally nodded in agreement.

"You contacted me, of course, there are important things that will be discussed" said Arya opened the conversation.

Trias nodded. "I have contacted the Paguyaman Resort. Data about Muzdalifah.." the man improved his sitting style. Trias looked back at Arya.

"There is something strange about the abduction of the woman" said Trias furrowed his eyebrows staring at the expanse of a small garden that decorated the sides of the stairs.

"Ordinary? Meaning how?" ask Arya with interest.

"Did you get the call... or did the kidnapper contact you?" ask Trias.

Arya shakes.

Trias nodded then raised his eyebrows to the left.

"Didn't you feel the weirdness there?" fishing rods Trias.

Arya.

Also true! Why don't I think there?! The kidnapper should have contacted me since the bloody stall. To this day, none of them have contacted me.

Arya sighed and looked up at the branches of the Kersen Tree (Muntingia Calabura) which spread across the long bench they were sitting on today with its leaves.

More about Iswan's mysterious death....

Trias mendehem made Arya look back at the man dressed in Malay-Siak style silat.

"Iswan was killed by someone who seemed to be taking revenge because his honor was dropped" Trias said twirling his hands to reinforce every sentence uttered from his tongue.

"In the man's clothes there were signs of intercourse and I concluded that Iswan had just raped a woman and that the killer was most likely either her lover or her husband" she said.

"I guessed it.." murmured Arya with a bland smile. "I'm not surprised it ended up like that."

"That means... Do you know the true temperament of the deceased?" fishing rods Trias.

"She is a woman enthusiast and can also be called a flower picker." said Arya unknowingly revealed the disgrace of her own best friend.

Trias nodded again. "We managed to parse the DNA mixed in the liquid***** belonging to Iswan. From the result we found the name of a woman named Ningsih" he said.

"Deadily?" sahut Arya hissing.

Trias nodded. "Yes. We synchronized the data with all the population offices and civil records contained in this province." he said changing his seat position, sideways towards Arya. "The woman lived in Paguyaman. some distance from the shop that was made by TKP..."

Arya nodded again.

"Who do you know live in the area around the store?" search Trias.

"Saiful Hadi is dead, as is Koni Kumaat." said Arya.

"How's it?" ask Trias.

"Saifulhadi, killed with gunshot wounds, while Koni Kumaat died with her head split by a sumala" Arya said. "Only one survived because he wasn't at the scene."

"Woman named Muzdalifah?" guess Trias.

Arya shakes. "No" he answered. "A man of the tribe of Madura, named Sakera."

"Sakera.." muttered Trias while memorizing the name in his mind.

Arya nodded. "Recently, I had met him at Isimu" said the man, "As I was on my way home to take my brother to Djalaluddin Airport, we were dressed on the street. I'm offering you a ride."

"Can we go visit that guy?" pinta Triassic.

Arya nodded. "I'll drive you." []