Mystery of Death Flowers
Mysterious Figure

"Zahra, actually I feel very guilty. I know many people in this village suspect I was involved in the death of Bunga. I tried to understand their reasons, but I was really not involved in the incident. I really love Bunga and I feel devastated by his passing. I just hope people can understand and give me a chance to prove my innocence" Rian said in an emotionally restrained voice.

Zahra listened attentively, understanding that Rian also felt suffering and injustice amidst the accusations that ensnared him. He felt moved by the honesty and vulnerability shown by Rian.

But, of course Zahra did not believe it completely. He thought, where there is a bad man to admit if he is evil.

"I believe you, Rian. I know that truth is not always visible from the surface. We must come together to seek justice and prove that you are not involved" Zahra said unequivocally, showing her support for Rian.

Rian looked towards Zahra, feeling a growing bond of trust and hope in the girl. She wants to have the support to find the truth behind Flower's death and figure out a way to clear her name, from the accusations that have befallen her. In the light of the sun that shines upon them, Zahra and Rian unite in a strong determination to bring justice to those who have been persecuted.

"Ta-pi, but Bunga's mother won't do the investigation because there's no money." Zahra.

"What's? Why didn't anyone tell me?" rian asked in surprise.

His father, as the village of Mangga, certainly knew about this. But his father did not say anything, because last night, his father only told him that the perpetrators might be caught soon.

"I heard it myself from his mother Bunga, when my mother and I accompanied him."

Rian closed his eyes, restraining the anger that was in his heart. He wants to act immediately and find out for himself who the perpetrator who killed the girl he loved, even though Bunga apparently did not reply to him.

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Wuss...

Tek kretek

Tonight, the shutters of Zahra's room were moving in the wind.

Zahra who was hesitant and scared, saw her window leaves swaying with a strange movement, as if giving an omen that could not be ignored. Encouraged by her curiosity, Zahra gathered up courage and opened the window slowly.

In an effort to strengthen his heart, Zahra began to recite the holy verses of the Quran in a steady voice. Every word that was spoken filled the room with an aura of calmness and protection.

Zahra's tense eyes looked out of the window, trying to catch what was out there. And in the darkness of the night, Zahra's eyes finally caught the unimaginable figure: Flower, her friend who had passed away.

Flowers looked frightened, her face filled with anxiety and terror. In the darkness of the night, Bunga was seen running around in fear towards the end of the village, a place adjacent to a large rice field area.

Zahra felt astonishment and confusion, wondering why the Flower ran in that direction, because it was dangerous.

'Flower, wait!'

With a pounding heart, Zahra felt a strong call of responsibility to follow the figure of Flowers and discover the truth behind this mysterious incident. He knew that the steps he was about to take would lead him into unimaginable danger, but his deep curiosity and bond of friendship encouraged him to confront him.

Zahra quickly took a bold step through the window, leaving the comfort of her home and entering a dark and mysterious night. The sound of the wind growing louder and the spinning leaves bore witness to his courageous steps.

Armed with faith, the holy verses of the Koran that continue to be spoken, and the determination to solve this mystery, Zahra ran towards the end of the village, following in the footsteps of Flowers that seemed to ask for help. The presence of a Flower that looks so surreal leads Zahra to unknown territory, where a deadly secret may be revealed.

'Flower, wait!'

Zahra yelled again, though in reality her voice could not come out.

In the darkness that enveloped the rice fields, Zahra continued forward, ready to face whatever was waiting for her on the journey to the truth. In the silence of a terrifying night, she enters a maze of darkness in hopes that this quest will bring justice to the Flower and bring light to the mystery that haunts her.

Zahra felt a strong urge to follow the run of the Flower was getting more urgent, even though she was aware that it was already midnight.

The unstoppable curiosity made him recklessly step forward. He did not want to wake his mother and chose to go alone.

With a pounding heart, Zahra continued to step up, ready to follow in the footsteps of her comrade who seemed to be in a hurry.

However, before he could go any further, there was suddenly someone patting his shoulder gently. Zahra was shocked and jumped. He turned around quickly, his heart was pounding and his eyes were filled with fear.

The figure before him was a gentle-faced woman with a warm smile on her lips. He looked at Zahra with eyes full of understanding and tenderness. Despite smiling, there was a mysterious aura surrounding the figure.

"It is too late at night for you to go alone, Zahra," said the woman in a soft voice, as if knowing Zahra's intention to follow Bunga.

Zahra was confused and scared. This meeting was unexpected and unreasonable for him. He hesitated whether to believe it or immediately ran towards the Flower, or back inside his house.

"Zahras. I came here to warn you, "the woman continued in a soft but firm voice, giving the impression that she was an extraordinary figure and could not be underestimated.

Zahra's heart was pounding even more. He felt that something bigger was going on behind the scenes. Despite his hesitation, he chose to listen to what the mysterious woman before him would say.

"Be careful in your search, Zahra. This road is dangerous and full of darkness. There's a dark force hiding, and if you're not ready, you can be the prey" the woman thoughtfully recalled.

Zahra shook her head, feeling the courage that was growing inside her. He realized that there were far greater things than his curiosity and curiosity. He needed to gather strength in the face of the obstacles he might encounter.

With respect and courage, Zahra asked the woman, "Who are you? Do you know what happened to the flower?"

The woman smiled again, this time with a deeper warmth. "I am the guardian of truth, Zahra. I came to give you a clue, but now you have to find your own answer. Know that courage and wisdom will guide you in your search."