Mystery of Death Flowers
Emergence of Flowers

Mr. Lurah, with his hand raised, suddenly cut Radit sharply. His face showed a look of seriousness and power, reflecting his dominance.

The look in his eyes implied the superiority he wanted to emphasize. However, before he could continue his words, his gaze and tone came to a sudden halt due to the unexpected presence of his son.

Ryan suddenly appeared, calling out to him doubtfully. Looking in disbelief, with what he saw this time.

"Nopo niki, Dad? What the hell is going on?" radit asked, asking for an explanation to his father who did not continue the action.

"Dad, answer!" ryan shouted, making the people speechless not dare to move.

Mr. Lurah, who was exuding anger, immediately changed his expression. Shocked and shocked seemed to decorate his face. He looked at his son with a mixed view of anxiety and disbelief. However, he soon overcame the shock with a keen gaze, shifting his emotions from Radit to his son.

Then, in a more firm and loud voice, Mr. Lurah rebuked his new son. Those hard words were thrown from his lips in a piercing angry tone. He felt his son interfered with his moment of importance and tried to show his dominance even harder to his son who came uninvited.

"What are you doing here? Why did you come to disturb?" hardik Pak Lurah while looking at his son with a sharp look.

"I'm sorry, but I can't keep looking at all this. Father must give an explanation," asked the young man who was still shocked at his father's unexpected actions.

Mr. Lurah shouted again in a louder voice, asking that Ryan not have to interfere in his affairs.

"Go from here, Ryan! What do you want to see your father? Are you not satisfied with everything I gave you, hahhh?!"

"Mboten, Dad. But this father's act wasn't right, and Ryan didn't like it."

Strictly Ryan said if he did not agree with his father's behavior, but unfortunately all that did not affect anything.

Mr. Lurah just laughed at his son, thinking if his son was being funny.

"About what? What makes you so rushed that you have to interrupt a time like this?" ask Mr. Lurah again, with a frown.

"A-ku .. A-I just want to ask, did you plan all this?"

Mr. Lurah sneered. Prayer seemed unhappy at the accusations against him. And it came from his own son.

The powerful man let out a rough breath, asking his son once more.

"So you came just to ask about this? Why am I, feeling like there's something you want to ask?"

People were just silently watching those who were arguing, doing nothing.

Likewise with Zahra and Radit, who both pay attention to both by giving their respective judgments as usual those who after facing the problem.

"Hi, are you well?" tanya Radit whispered, tipped that Zahra who had come along with Ryan.

"Hm" murmured Zahra, in response accompanied by a nod of his head.

"But ..."

"Silent Radit, and watch what you need to pay attention to!" cut Zahra reminded, making Radit instantly speechless and no longer wondering.

In the same place, in the same circumstances as before, Ryan was still arguing with his father.

Those - including Zahra and Radit and those in the place - were unaware of what was to come after this.

"You should know very well, there is no hidden purpose. I'm just worried about seeing a different father than usual."

Mr. Lurah, feeling a little suspicious about Ryan's words just now. She never agreed with her son's friendship, with Zahra and the late Bunga.

The dominant man felt that if his son became a dissident, he would not obey his orders!

"You feel good observing people's feelings? Don't pretend to care about me, young man. I know what's better than you say."

Ryan, with a thoughtful look, was not swayed by his father's sharp gaze. He knew very well that behind the body of his father's authority as a lurah there is a dark history that has long been hidden.

The mixed feelings between respect for his father and responsibility to expose the truth made Ryan's face look tense yet steady.

In the middle of the village forest that was almost in the night, the atmosphere became more tense than before. Feels like frozen and stiff.

The usually friendly and cheerful young man, feels a heavy burden hanging remembering all the dark secrets he knew about his father's past. His background as a dishonest TKW scalper is a huge burden that blends in his father's personality that seems assertive with all his wibawya so far.

"Dad, can I talk to you for a second?" asked Ryan softened.

The young man will speak slowly and carefully, so that his father will not be angry.

Mr. Lurah frowned at the request of his only child. "Sure, what do you want to talk about, hahhh?!"

Ryan took a deep breath, trying to hold back.

In silence, Ryan pondered the difficult choices to make. This openness about the secret could destroy his father's image as lurah and affect the family's reputation. However, protracted dishonesty also cannot be left alone.

With a heavy heart, Ryan decided to take wise steps. He knew that facing his father with respect and helping to change the course of his life was the right course of action. Perhaps, with honesty and recognition, they can live their lives for the better.

"I know about my father's youth, about the secrets that have been hidden."

"What did you say? What do you know?" ask Mr. Lurah surprised.

"I know about a time when dad worked as a dishonest TKW scalper. I found evidence and stories from some people" Ryan said with disappointed eyes.

Mr. Lurah fell silent, his face looked confused and surprised. So did Radit and some of the people who were there.

But that does not happen to foreigners, who certainly know Mr. Lurah better.

"Hehh, you think you're a great kid? Ck, not at all!" decih Pak Lurah mocked his own son.

Zahra, who had been silent, started to get agitated. He was like looking at the shadow of a Flower behind a tree not far from where he stood!

By trying to send the code to Radit, Zahra played with her eyebrows and face. But it seems Radit does not understand, and instead thinks that the girl is tingling.

"Why are you, Zahra? Are you tingling or sore?" whispered Radit asked.

"Hehh, stupid! Look at that, follow the eight o'clock from where we stand."

Zahra's voice of money whispered with emphasis, making Radit glance in the direction Zahra described.

"B-unga .. This is impossible!"