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"Where are you guys going?"

Regi's running pace and friends suddenly stopped, their bodies stiffened. The sweat began to seep, falling wet their sports shirts.

"You guys are in a hurry, huh?" the voice sounded more friendly than before.

Regi and his companions turned their heads, forming an awkward smile again disinclined as the capable woman came closer.

"Mom Ningsih! What was? Is there anything we can help you with?" ask Jaka Regi's friend who is innocent and always feels bad.

Bu Ningsih smiled wider as if there was a fresh breeze touching the barren Field.

"It just so happens that I need some more help. You can do it, right, help Mom?" said Bu Ningsih staring expectantly.

Regi close his lips held back upset, some grimaced, and some still smiled even though awkward.

"May-can, ma'am," Jaka replied again without knowing in Regi's heart and the others were holding back furious.

"Good if so. Come on, come with Mama!" take him back and turn around to leave.

"Jaka, Mom?" Adit.

"All of you!" Bu Ningsih's voice returned unfriendly, especially as he glanced to the side sharply. There was no smile that he used to show every time he met students.

A long sigh rang out, with their shaky footsteps trailing behind Bu Ningsih.

"You, anyway, Jak. Not so, 'right, we go," Adit murmured while nudging Jaka's shoulder.

The teenager in Pasundan was scratching his head badly, his face grimacing sadly because they did not go away.

"How could it be, I don't feel good about Mom," he said grumpily.

"Give me, maybe it's not time yet. Besides, helping Mom doesn't hurt either, does it?" patah Regi mediates.

No one else spoke, they were stalking Bu Ningsih's steps towards the school hallway. Keep walking until you get to the end. Bu Ningsih stood in front of the fence that became the warehouse door. Buildings that are very rarely visited by students except to store damaged items.

"Why are we here, Mom?" anto asked confusedly.

The half-century woman with her noble-like style commented on her friendly smile as usual. He hooked both hands on his stomach, his head glancing towards the warehouse. Uncomfortable feeling in them. Prejudice comes without being asked.

"Well, I'm asking you to clean up the warehouse here. I lost the ring in there. You know Mom's ring, right? Which shape is the jasmine flower?" said Bu Ningsih stared one by one at the male student's bead.

Everyone glanced at Bu Ningsih's hand, where one of his fingers was always embedded in a ring shaped small jasmine flowers. The rings are antique, and maybe only Ms. Ningsih has them.

"Oh, that ring, yes, ma'am. I-yes we know, Mom," said Jaka again unpleasant.

The woman nodded happily, once again she asked the four children to look for her in the warehouse and just cleaned up. If any are still viable, it will be removed from the warehouse.

They were forced to nod and quickly go to a place that was not at all in their vacation plans. Ms. Ningsih was still standing there, watching the four children who were walking with each other as they occasionally glanced back.

The barn door that was never opened, looks weathered and should have been replaced. Regi said basmalah before opening the two-leaved old door. The dust was flying to welcome them. Regi closed his mouth while coughing, as well as the others.

"Eh, wait!" his attack when Adit was about to break in.

"Why?" tanyanya.

"Greet before entering" Regi replied, still extending a hand preventing his friends from entering.

"Assalamualaikum! That's it, right?" Anto answered quickly while holding onto Regi's hand which blocked his path.

An answer follows a whirlwind swirling from inside the warehouse. Their blood rippled violently, staring at each other fearfully. Wanted to run, but the woman was still standing there. Smiling in the distance watching.

Their throats were choked, as if the salivary became hard and sharp-piercing grooves as it was being gulped. Jaka even sweated and his legs trembled violently.

"Kok, someone answered the feeling of no one, deh," Adit chanted while circulating his gaze into the warehouse.

"That genie is the guardian of this warehouse, saying his greeting is not so, but assalaamu 'alainaa wa 'alaa 'ibaadillaahi-shoolihiin. Yok, in!" sahut Regi without hesitation and fear began to move the right foot into the warehouse.

Followed by the others with timid steps tailing while holding hands. Piles of tables and chairs, as well as cabinets filled with old books are again damaged, becoming an undeniable sight.

Inside there are also available kemoceng, broom and pengki for their use.

"Where's loud? The thing is small, while in this warehouse a lot of things are damaged. Duh, there-there was, anyway," grumbled Anto staring lazily at the pile of broken objects that almost filled the warehouse.

"Well, just look for it first. Swiped at once there," sambar Adit as he grabbed the handle of the broom and began sweeping.

Uhuk-uhuk!

"Slow down, dong! I know all the dust, rich people are breaking up." Anto wagged his hands to expel the dust that flew in front of his face.

"Yes, sorry. Not intentionally, anyways instead of spit-spet work even bengong aja." Adit chuckled slightly as he turned his face.

Regi shook his head, he picked up the duster, cleaning up the dust attached to the books in the closet. All of you know there is something interesting and can lead to a mystery of disturbing foreign names.

Cleaning the warehouse began, two people swept and two more people cleaned the dust. Shoulders look for small objects that either exist or are not in the place.

Brak!

Brugh!

"Eh, what is it? Whoa!"

Anto shouted in surprise, his body jumped and almost hit Adit who was behind him. Heart beating uncharacteristically, a little tightness in the chest.

"What?" Adit gawked in front of Anto's body.

A box suddenly dropped, the contents inside scattered. Former decoration of a school party, but looks a long time ago.

"Get another sono! Why did it fall anyway? You are not careful times, yes," said Adit resuming work that had been delayed.

Anto crouched down and picked up the scattered objects in confusion. One by one he noticed before putting it in the box again. There are many old bands, and some bands have a red stain like dried blood.

Anto rubs it using a nail, the stain does not go away, but slightly flies. Right, it's a clotted blood stain. He didn't think anything, put it in with another ribbon and wrapped it back up.

The box was placed in its original place while continuing the sweep event. After almost an hour of searching, they did not find the thing that Bu Ningsih meant. Even now, the warehouse already looks neat and clean. The ring they could not find.

"We searched everywhere, but didn't see them either. How, dong?" Jaka throws a duster in hand. He leaned against the tired wall.

"Well, what else? The barn was clean, but there was no ring. We say yes," said Regi while keeping the kemoceng in its original place.

The child is always polite wherever he is, upholding the adab and ethics that apply in the community. He took all his friends out, reported to the hostel owners that they had not found the ring.

Eh?

"Kok, is it dark? Our feelings are only an hour in the barn?"