Mystery of Death Flowers
Growing Confused

Zahra's heart rate, it's just not good. He was angry when he found out the demon-hearted humans were cheering at the trembling body of the Flower. Both of Zahra's eyes, squealing. Watching how the five men who had raped and killed were laughing complacently.

"He's a pretty ass! Hahaha ..."

"Come on, just brush now!"

Flowers sharpen his hearing, for one of them, his voice seems familiar to him. But, the eyes that had been opened wide, could not recognize their faces clearly.

'This, I dream or what?' zahra asked, but her voice was stuck in her throat.

Plaque!

"Don't fight! Better enjoy it, it'll be more fun. Hahaha ..."

'Hi! Release, Bunga! Goddamn bum!'

Zahra yelled again, but still did not change anything that happened to the Flower. He could see clearly how the state of the Flower was, when the five men stuttered the body of the Flower to unconsciousness.

Before Bunga closed his eyes from fainting, his eyes clashed with Zahra's. It looked real, so Zahra was surprised.

'If it's a dream, why can I see the look in his eyes that is like asking for help?' zahra asked.

'But, if this is real? I was at home when Bunga died. What is this really?'

Perplexed, Zahra felt she had no answers to the questions that were now popping up in her heart. Moreover, the agonizing screeches of Flowers, sounded so real in his ears.

'Zahra, please. Please, I.'

'I am disappointed with you, Zahra, ' said Bunga, when he found out that there was a Zahra not far from his place.

Zahra, flabbergasted in response to the words of Bunga. Especially when he heard the cry of Flowers, when his back was hit, when his body was flipped.

'I'm really disappointed in you, Zahra.' There was another sound of Flowers, which sounded strange in Zahra's ears.

The pain in the Flower's back, as if also felt by Zahra. This is very strange, especially Zahra is very aware, if her s has passed a week ago. But the pain was also felt now, even the pain that Zahra felt so much.

"Mother .." cried Zahra.

At once the scream was silent, when the situation was no longer the same as Zahra had felt. He's back in the real world!

"Zahra, wake up son! Zahras!"

Sayup-sayup heard the voice of Warsih, who called his son's name. His face looked worried, as Zahra fainted and was unconscious. Now, the time has shown at 23:00 WIB.

"Stop, Mbakyu!" Purely shouting, his hand held down Warsih's hand, which would touch Zahra's face.

Warsih turned his body, making Pure look at him with a hard look to decipher. "Why?" tanyanya. He just wants to know his son's situation.

"Haha ... Zahra, can't do anything to help the Flower."

Muri, laughing at Warsih squinting her eyes held back the anger. Her mother did not understand fully, what was the meaning of her words just now.

"What does that mean, Pure?" tanya Warsih curious. She, despite knowing how her sister was, never knew anything about her condition after the Flower was gone.

Out of nowhere, Warsih managed to grip Pure's hand, then looked at her with a fiercely defiant gaze. "What did you do to my son?" ask him with anger.

"Ehhh, that doesn't mean I have to say everything, Mbakyu!"

"Mbakyu understood my incompetence, seeing the Flower suffer. I, just want to get a little justice for Flower's death. Is that wrong, Mbakyu?"

Zahra, who is not yet fully conscious, is still trying to hear all her mother's talk with her mother Bunga, who is sister. Two wanted to ask, but most likely he would not get anything if in a conscious state. So, Zahra kept pretending to faint to know everything.

'What does this mean? What was Mom talking about with Miss Lek?' tanya Zahra.

'It seems like they both have secrets that are hidden and I never know. But what?'

Zahra, ask again about this situation. Unfortunately, he could not find any answer to his confusion this time around.

Soon, there was the voice of Pure, who came home. "I'm home, Mommy. You, keep Zahra from wandering every day. You, you gotta watch it!"

Silence, because Warsih does not answer or obey the words of his sister. Afterwards, footsteps came out of Zahra's room. But the move is from two pairs of legs, which means, Warsih also comes out of the room. Maybe she'll take her sister and close the door.

'Is it safe? I'm gonna open my eyes."

Unfortunately, when Zahra opened her eyes, in the corner of the room close to the end of the bed, she saw the existence of the figure of the Flower in a terrible condition.

"Bung_nga, you_"

The look of the flower, looking a smile. The smell of blood stings in Zahra's sense of smell.

"No, it's not you, Bunga. You are my cousin, my good friend. What happened that night, Bunga?"

Question after question Zahra asked. Unfortunately, Bunga could not give an answer to the question. Flowers only showed her bloody face with many maggots falling to the floor.

Clack

"Zahrah! You, are you conscious?" tanya Warsih, once found Zahra sitting on the edge of the bed in a state of fear.

"Mom, it's a flower!" Zahra, point towards the corner of the room.

"flower? There's no one, here. Zahra, are you okay?" Warsih, looks worried about the state of his son like this.

"You better not go anywhere. Tomorrow, don't see Radit!"

Zahra's head, making Warsih furious. He was upset that his son would not listen to his advice.

"Zahras. This time, listen to my mother. You are being used by certain parties, not to solve the Flower problem. But this is far from what you imagined."

Zahra's forehead crinkled upon hearing his mother's statement, which was unknown what it meant. He didn't understand what Warsih had just explained.

"Why, Mom? Why the death of the Flower, leaving many questions and complicated mysteries?" ask Zahra, her mother to give an explanation of the situation she does not know.

According to Zahra, the death of Flowers is not just a mere crime. There is a great hidden motive, which is the cause.

"You, won't understand, Zahra. Don't let you, get involved and become the next target!" Warsih, said in a high and stressful tone.

"Hahhhhh! I don't know how to explain. Most importantly, you are no longer meddling!"

Realizing that he was free to speak, Warsih came out of his son's room. Leave a big question mark on Zahra's head, who can't keep quiet with all the questions that have been bothering her from the beginning.

"What's? Why is my mother's behavior so strange? And Miss Lek Murni, what did she mean by that, stating that I can't help Bunga?" ask Zahra.