Mystery of Death Flowers
Mangga Village

The situation was further complicated for Zahra when Warsih and his mother both refused his offer of help, but he himself did not say anything about the help offered.

But, the morning Zahra came with Radit, expressing their intention, Warsih asserted that he did not want to do an autopsy and investigation. Warsih argued that it would make the Flower suffer even more after it died.

"Bu Lek, Zahra understands that this is a difficult time for all of us. But if we have financial limitations, Radit is willing to help with the cost of the autopsy and the investigation. It can help us get the truth and justice for the Flower. Miss Lek knows who Radit is?"

Warsih looked at Zahra and Radit with angry faces. He said he would not do anything for the corpse of the Flower, which had been buried.

"No! I don't want the Flower to be touched again after he's gone. He has suffered enough. Don't talk about autopsies or investigations anymore. I don't want to involve others in this suffering."

Zahra let out a long sigh, facing the hardness of her mother's heart Flower.

"Zahra understood, that Miss Lek was worried and wanted to protect the Flower. But if there's a chance to uncover the truth and obtain justice, Zahra thinks we should try. Flowers deserve truth and justice."

With words that are easily digested, Zahra gave an explanation to Warsih, so as to allow himself and radit to conduct investigations and autopsies.

"I've made this decision. You don't have to interfere, Zahra! I don't want to see the Flower suffer any more. If you keep doing this, I won't forgive you both. So, enough."

Warsih, in his ignorance, refused to continue with the autopsy and investigation because he felt it would cause more suffering for his son, Bunga. He was also against the interference of the other party in this situation.

Zahra believes that uncovering the truth is important.

Warsih's words show his firmness and his decision not to continue the investigation process. He even threatened Zahra, if determined to carry out his intentions.

This situation created tensions and disagreements that were difficult to overcome between Zahra and Warsih in the search for truth regarding the death of Flowers. But Zahra finally gave up. He said goodbye to Warsih, then took Radit home.

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Mangga Village is a village located at the foot of a mountain that is quite remote. This village has the characteristics of a simple life for its inhabitants. Village roads have not been paved, so it is still a path or rocky land that divides the expanse of rice fields and farmers' gardens.

The majority of the people in Mangga Village are farmers. They depend their lives on agriculture as their main source of income. Green rice paddies and fields spread around the village, with farmers working hard to cultivate the land and grow various types of crops such as rice, corn, vegetables, and fruits.

Electricity access in Mangga Village is still limited. Only in the center of the village there is an electrical connection, while most houses in this village do not have access to electricity. Some of the more economically capable homes can enjoy the electricity delivered from the village center, although the electricity is only available until 9 p.m. After that hour, residents rely on petromax lamps as a source of lighting that is often used in many homes.

Although this village is remote, life in Mangga Village still runs in a natural and calm rhythm. The villagers have a strong gotong-royong attitude and help each other in agricultural activities and daily activities. Traditional culture is still well maintained, with traditional events and community activities routinely carried out.

The nature around Mangga Village also offers stunning beauty. The towering mountain adorns the village background, providing a stunning view and providing a sense of peace for the villagers. Fresh air and natural beauty become a special attraction for tourists who want to explore this area.

Although Mangga Village has limitations in modern infrastructure and facilities, simple life and togetherness in living everyday life become a characteristic inherent in this village. Mango Village is a suitable place for those who seek tranquility, a life close to nature, and a life closely connected to local traditions and wisdom.

"There hasn't been a significant change since I left this village."

"What's changed? Everyone who was already comfortable outside this village did not want to return. Just like you, right?" asked Zahra, quipping Radit.

"Hehehe .. That's not it, Zahra."

Mango villagers are actually many, but many of them go from the village so that the house looks empty, because it was abandoned because of the residents who work to the city, even abroad to get a lot of money in order to return to the village and build their homes for the better.

Most houses are still planks or half-wall, semi-permanent, with a rumbia roof or woven foliage. So, only the houses of the wealthy population looked good and permanent in the form of walls and roof tiles as they should.

The lives of people are very diverse in terms of religious beliefs. The majority of the villagers follow Islam, but most still practice ancestral beliefs.

"How long is the work permit, and when is it back?" zahra asked breaking the silence.

Radit turned his head quickly, then smiled faintly. He was rocked until yesterday at Zahra's request, and now the girl asked, as if she didn't want him to be here.

"Why? What are you, kicking me out?"

Zahra, melengos heard the question. He didn't know why the question came out of his mouth.

'Asstagfirullah ... I'm like a self-informed person!'

Realizing his mistake, Zahra lowered her head and dared not say anything to answer Radit's question.

"I miss the beautiful morning in Mangga Village, the calm and peaceful atmosphere." Radit said, as if to give Zahra an excuse.

"Sorry," said Zahra, still bowing.

Hearing Zahra's apology, Radit turned a glance then refocused forward, where the rice plants began to turn yellow like a picture of a beautiful tapestry refreshing the eyes.

"Sir Zahra!"

Zahra, turned towards the voice that called her name. But, before Zahra replied, the man again said by asking, "lho, Mas Radit? This is, Mas Radit right?"

Radit smiled faintly then nodded, just like Zahra did.

"When do you go home, Mas Radit?" ask Ratih, the girl who will call Zahra.

"Yesterday," answered Radit short, welcoming Ratih's hand for him.

"Never go back to the city, right? Come on, Radit! Help Mas Rian out of the situation that cornered him."