CURSE Or GRACE
Key Witness

Mr. Slamet who just opened his eyes was still amazed by the room room he did not know. Whether this was where and how he got here, all he remembered was when he was about to go to the pharmacy he was hit by a young man, and his face seemed familiar to him.he still looked around the room, he was looking at the room, and then the door opened. Mr. Slamet saw one man and two young women coming in.

"YOU! You hit me! Why did you hit me? Where am I now?" Mr. Slamet's emotions immediately rose when he recognized the Panji that hit him, He immediately got up from the bed, Panji held him before he stood up, then sat down in front of him

"Sir Slamet, forgive me! I didn't mean to hurt Dad. I am Panji, Father remember me? I am the son of Mr. Sudibyo, a neighbor of Mr. in Kampung Sampang Sempor. This is my sister Khoirunissa, and this is Ratna."

"You're Sudibyo's son? Holy hooch! I don't recognize you at all, son! But where am I now?"

"Sir Slamet is in my house, I do not mean to hurt the Father, I actually intend to cure the pain suffered by Mr, Mr what is sick? Is it still sick? Try to feel first, calm yourself, feel whether there is a difference with the day before?"

Mr. Slamet who was currently sitting on the edge of the bed held his breath hearing the narration of Panji. He tried to calm himself, exhaling deeply. He realized something was changing with his body, his stomach was always sore, feeling bloated and nauseous this time everything disappeared, he noticed his fingernails, the color was no longer yellow, the color was not, so also the skin is brown brown fresh mature sapodilla.

"I can't believe you've cured my illness!" Mr. slamet said rudely to Panji.

"Look sir, you can check with the doctor tomorrow, whether your disease has really been cured or not. Mas Panji did not ask anything from Father. What we mean to bring you here is that we want to know the detailed story of the murder that our father committed. Mr. Slamet is the only witness to be reported by the police. That's also if you want to help us, otherwise we won't force you, we can take you home now." Nissa took over the conversation, a soft and diplomatic speech made Mr. Slamet's negative reaction change. Panji was astonished by Nissa's ability to speak words.

"My son must be worried that I haven't come home at this time" he pulled the phone out of his pants pocket, an old-fashioned phone that can only make calls and texts. He contacted someone with the phone. The three youngsters saw what Mr. Slamet was working on waiting tensely and anxiously.

"Son, this is my father!, don't worry, I'm at a friend's house, I fell asleep after taking the medicine, you don't have to pick me up, I'm home tomorrow morning!" He hung up his phone and looked at the face of a face that looked relieved.

"What do you want to ask Panji. I told the police everything at the time."

"How about you tell me from the beginning, we'll listen to whatever you can tell." Nissa held the hand of Mr. Slamet and spoke very softly, her smile again made Mr. Slamet melt.

"Where do I start! At that time bada isya, I was sitting on the terrace, I saw Mr. Lurah coming into your house. I went straight into the house because I hate to see that lurah."

"Why do you hate Pak Lurah? Nissa asked softly.

"My father and I both traded in the market of Gombong. The difference is that I trade your father's groceries for vegetables. So our trading time is different. And the positions are also far apart. Mr. Lurah made my efforts falter, he also disturbed my daughter, fortunately my daughter immediately worked in Jakarta." her emotions began to rise again.

"Didn't you hear the sound of screaming fights and all that?"

"I heard your mother yell, but I think it's commonplace because it's been happening a lot since your father got weird. I'm a man of great respect for your father, but when I heard he was a market whiz, I didn't have much respect for him anymore."

"Is that all you hear, do you not hear that our father beat to cure someone's illness?" This time the pennant asked.

"A lot of grapevine circulating, I can't believe people can recover with a punch. But after your father was imprisoned I heard the firsthand testimony of the man he healed, and indeed I knew he had a chronic illness."

"So you know the truth, but you're silent?"

"I'm sorry Panji, but I'm being bothered taking care of my wife who's seriously ill. My whole mind and life at that time for my wife."

"After I heard your mother's screams before long your father knocked on the door, his shirt was covered with blood, but he was so calm, he asked me to call the police for killing Mr. Lurah. Of course I was shocked and afraid at that time, especially when I saw in front of your house there was a body of the gourmand with a translucent knife on his back. I picked up the phone and called the police to come from inside the house. When I came out I saw your father had returned home and sat down in front of the body of Pak Lurah. I went up to him and sat nearby, but there was no sound. I saw at the door your mother was lying unconscious."

"Is the flower pot on the side of our path a mess, sir?"The banner shows a row of flower pots that are photographed. "This photo is neatly arranged, but the arrangement is not correct, not in accordance with the arrangement made by our mother."

"God! Yes, your father had tidied one or two pots. What can you conclude with a pot of pennants?"

"I assume Mr. Lurah came to thank him for his illness has been cured. I have healing powers because of the descendants of my father. So there was no fight, if there was a fight there must be a messy flower pot, but Mr. Slamet said he only heard my mother's screams. Question is? Why do flower pots fall apart? If my father stabbed the back of Pak Lurah that deep he must have died immediately, the knife went to his heart."

"God! You are right, Panji. But I didn't hear anything." Mr. Slamet is still trying to remember.

Panji looks resigned, the story of Mr. Slamet does not provide new facts, all back to his mother's testimony.

"Remain only the testimony of the mother who can save the father." The flag sat down.

The atmosphere became very quiet for quite a long time. All eyes were staring at Mr. Slamet. Mr. Slamet is like a defendant in this room.

"No! There were more witnesses who saw the incident, unfortunately he could no longer be taken testimony." Mr. Slamet bowed lethargic.

"Who Sir?" Panji and Nissa simultaneously asked.

"My wife! Unfortunately he died shortly after your father was thrown into prison, but before he died he told me that your father was innocent. I thought he was talking to me so I wouldn't hate your father anymore. But now I remember." Mr. Slamet took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He seemed to want to bring out something big in his mind.

"My wife has acute asthma, she can't be in a closed room, so she's in the front room with the window open. And that window is always open day and night. But the morning after the night of the murder I remember opening the windows and curtains so that light and air would come in. That saar I feel weird, but I think my wife was cold last night and she herself shut the windows and the curtains."

Panji and Nissa looked at each other. Their minds concluded the same. The question of why his father had to bother asking for help, Mr. Slamet called the police was answered already.

"What about the fact that your eyes are swollen and your nose is broken?" This time Nissa asked Panji even though her eyes were still staring at Mr. Slamet. Hearing Nissa's question, Mr. Slamet's face immediately turned deathly pale, he seemed to have just seen a ghost, his voice trembling violently.

"That's your father's order, he said that if there was a scar on his face he could think that he killed Pak Lurah on the grounds of self-defense, so the punishment was lighter. I did it because I wanted to help your father, really!"

Hearing the fact that Mr. Slamet had just jumped Panji, Nissa even closed her mouth so as not to shout in surprise. Panji's head swirled violently, trying to calm the rumbling within his chest.

"That's why my father came to Mr. Slamet to call the police, when you went into the house to call the police, my father closed the window and curtains of Mr. Slamet's wife's room from outside." Panji reveals his theory.

"My father was clever, so when the police came and looked around TKP, there were no other witnesses other than Mr. Slamet. He even managed to reassemble the messy pot. It proves there's a man protected by my father." Nissa continued the theory that Panji had started.

"God! But I don't see anyone! I'd even bet if Mr. Lurah drives his own car."