Ghaib Explorer (Gaib Pawang Group)
Chapter 121: He Who Died from the Explosion
A thanksgiving event is being held in one of the houses. Call it the owner of the house is Tasya. They are having a regular event every Friday.
Tasya and his family are Christians. Friday is a time for them to pray. The spiritual sound ahead filled his house.
Tasya is currently in his kitchen. There was one dessert he had not cooked. Some other food menus are cooked and ready to be served when the event is over.
It is time for guests to enjoy a meal after praying. Tasya has been sitting in front of a large gas cylinder. The distance between the kitchen and the terrace of the house is quite far.
"Ishhhh." grunts him because he had installed the gas canister that could not be used.
"Why won't this light up?" tasya said a little grumpy.
No one helped her in the kitchen. Her domestic assistants took a vacation before the event. That's why Tasya was alone in his house.
Tasya inhaled the aroma coming out from inside the gas cylinder was very stinging. But the time is also the pilgrims are almost finished performing worship.
"They must be hungry thirsty! Come on, don't be like this. Poor my guests!" tasya said while lashing his slightly fussy elpiji.
Then Tasya stood up. He was facing the stove. The smell of gas there is still very strong. In there anyway. Seen right at the end of the room was the form of an old grandfather was watching him.
Grandpa was not human. Because both of his feet were not on foot. The old grandfather looked sadly at Tasya. Then his eyeballs turned towards the fridge.
The fridge's connecting cable was a little scuffed. And there's a puddle of dripping water. The old man then cried. When the gas is turned on.
Darrrrrr
The sound of explosions from the direction of the kitchen made the pilgrims outside the shortest. They stopped reading simultaneously. While saying the word,
"God! What was that?" they turned their heads toward the entrance of Tasya's house.
Tasya's husband and two children rounded both eyes. Call it Tasya's husband's name is Kevin.
Kevin then ran inside. Behind him, his two sons also entered. When they get to the kitchen. Really they are in stock to see the state of the kitchen that has been badly damaged.
The fire was very strong and almost huge. There Tasya was burning. His body is no longer moving. Kevin was really shocked to see that.
"Mama!" pekik Dhea saw her dead mother roasted there.
A priest who saw that just called the fire department. What a tragic event.
As a result of the fire, Tasya's body is currently in the residence of Rachel's mother. Rachel's mother can see everything happening too. Beside Kevin also stood the figure of an old grandfather.
Kevin is still in mourning. He had to bury his wife's body. In Islamic belief there is no body in makeup.
Those who die will be bathed, shaded and buried. But the man in front of him is different religion with his mother Rachel.
"So I've seen a corpse five times. Also the bodyguards! Ibuk, I got a lot of news about my mother in this village!" obviously Kevin's on him.
"Yes... There are a lot of issues going around here, sir! So what's the problem exactly? Cannons of those who died were an amazing job. All this time I never found a problem! So please explain!" obviously Rachel's mother then gave Kevin a cup of warm tea.
Kevin receives a cup of tea that Rachel's mother pours for him. Before speaking Kevin sipped the contents of the cup to relieve the thirst that has since settled in his throat.
"So my wife has been self-sufficient by three corpse fairies. But, none of them finished dressing it up. They escaped within minutes of getting inside the morgue!" obviously Kevin.
He again ranted about the body of his wife who was still not buried. The body was still buying in a house like it exactly inside that pretty cold morgue.
Then Rachel's mother looked at the figure of the old grandfather who had been standing next to Kevin. The old grandfather came with Kevin and it seemed like the old man was still related to Kevin.
"Father Kevin earlier I'd like to ask you!" said Rachel's Mother.
Kevin looked up at the two eyes of Rachel's Mother who was currently seriously looking at him. Then Kevin looked at her. Rachel's mother moves her index finger to the side of Kevin's body.
Kevin who was not a supernatural handler turned his head in the direction pointed by Rachel's mother. He wondered what was next to him.
"What's wrong?" ask Kevin to Rachel's mom.
"He who?" rachel's mother asked Kevin who noticed her this time.
The question made Kevin look to the side again. Both of his eyes found no existence.
The room inside is dim. Minimal lighting. Naturally this is a shady house. In the past, he said Simbah Gautama was the customary head who would always be attached to the mystical thing.
"I don't see anyone! But I stood up. So who's next to me?" kevin asked, wondering if he didn't understand at all, really.
"Who are you?" rachel's mother asked the old man.
But the old man was silent. Then he extended his right hand towards Rachel's Mother.
"If you want, then I'll explain everything. It's me the part of him that's dead! I am a human who was always beside a dead man who is still not buried at this time. Then if you have the ability to see nostalgia about me first with him!"
Tell that figure to Rachel's mother. That was the day Kevin left his house. Rachel's mother immediately contacted Rahman.
Rachel's mother is indigo. He was also one of the Ghaib's handlers. But indigo is diverse in its abilities. They are varied and not the same.
Rachel's mother does not have the ability to penetrate the past like Laras and Thariq. That was why he needed Gautama's grandson to come see him.
"All right! I'll call you again! Leave a phone number. It's beyond my ability. If I'm ready. Then I'll come to see him myself, sir!" rachel's mom told Kevin.
Kevin was stunned to hear that. His curiosity about the one figure beside him went unanswered.
"Please go, sir!" rachel's mom told Kevin.
And Kevin stood up. She thanked Rachel's mother and left from there. Kevin Go brings his curiosity. He left without an answer and could only wait.