SAWMILL

SAWMILL
106.INGRIDS


In the afternoon I was already in a deserted sawmill house..


I used an ojek after taking Tina to the Ojek base.


Actually I could've brought Tina here, wasn't Burhan still in police custody for his own work.


But clearly after all these clues I connected I was more confused and more and more unable to guess what was going on and who was here as the brain of his crime.


Moreover, I and Tina had stolen the words of two people who use a motorbike with noisy exhaust in the stall.


According to my estimation of the way the two of them were talking, they were police, most likely they were undercover cops.


Or it could be the intel of the police in charge of breaking into the territory of the criminals to observe them and arrest them at the right time.


The petromak lights I've lit, including the oil lamps in my room and Burhan's room as well, now all I can do is sit back and relax.


Luckily, I bought dinner for dinner so I don't have to cook dinner anymore.


*****


It was getting darker as night fell, I was still sitting in the living room brightly lit by petromak lights.


I returned to the desolate realm, among the rather gnarled forests


I don't know why my heart feels bad, as if I'm waiting for something to come.


Am I waiting for the two people I stole from hearing the conversation, or am I waiting for something else?


Ah I better have dinner and then just go to bed, because from yesterday I was obviously sleep deprived, a result of horrible things I didn't expect.


*****


I laid my body with my eyes on the ceiling…


I still imagined what Tina had said about my boss who seemed to know about me not coming in.


But I don't know for sure if my boss knows I'm coming home or if there's some other need, and the weird thing is that Burhan reported my situation to my boss?”


And another strange thing is that it's as if my boss knows that Burhan's not in the sawmill either.


This is all strange to me because my boss wasn't surprised or angry when I reported about the situation here.


Ah all these thoughts make me so tired …


The atmosphere in this room made me feel comfortable and finally I slowly became sleepy.


*****


“Mas...build..”.


“Come wake up mas...”.


I faintly heard a female voice telling me to get up, but that voice was not Tina..


But I'm still so sleepy, my eyes are too hard to open.


“Come wake up mas..”


Once again the woman's voice woke me up…


Perhaps this is the voice of Ingrid, the woman who woke me up when I was under the banyan tree


Ok lah.kubuka my eyes.slow land.


“It is dong mas. let's open his eyes..”.


I opened my eyes wider, and it turned out that next to my bed was a girl with narrow eyes with long black hair over her shoulders.


She smiled sweetly.she wore a white T-shirt and a skirt patterned box and black shoes.


“Build mas.. Inggrid would like to chat with mas Agus”


“I..iya mbak Inggrid”


“Call me Inggrid mas.right yesterday Inggrid already said, just call me Ingrid”.


“Yuk we are out of this room only mas”


Inggrid took me to get out of my room


Her hands could touch me, and even her hands were not as cold as the corpse stories I had read in a novel.


Inggrid's palm touching my hand felt warm and smooth.


Right now I can smell the oil…


Duuuh, the scent of floral fragrance oil…


Not the scent of frangipani flowers, but the fragrance of fragrant flowers that I do not know what kind of flowers this is.


Means that the time I was with Tina was the scent of Inggrid fragrance oil!.


*****


Inggrid opened my bedroom door...


But this one outside my room is not the living room of a sawhouse!


But a brightly painted white living room with beautiful furnishings, as well as a set of table chairs that still look new.


I am confused by what I see..


I turned to the left, and on the left was one room that Burhan usually occupied, then in front of Burhan's room was a set of dining tables with four chairs.


On the left there is also a bathroom that is currently paint and very clean


This must be a dream, but I better not ask first, I better just follow what Inggrid wants to show me.


“This villa belongs to Inggrid's parents mas,..


“Yuk we just go out mas, we sit on the river side only, there the scenery is more beautiful”


Ingrid took me to the back door, we didn't walk to the front door because it must have been a little bit far around


I walked on the floor which turned out to be made of hard wood which was varnished so it looked Beautiful.


And when I noticed, the walls of this house were not made of cement, but of a very beautifully arranged wooden arrangement and painted white.


When I passed the bathroom. I peeked at the bathroom for a while, it turned out that the bathroom bathtub was the same as the one in the saw house.


*****


Ingrid opened the back door of the house, which he said was his family's villa.


Strangely, now it is daytime, but I was well established at night…


It turns out that behind the house is a garden that is so beautiful.


Flower garden with grass type golf grass trimmed neatly at the back of the yard adds the impression of beautiful and neat.


In the middle of the flower garden there is a large mango tree, and there are some mangoes that are starting to look ripe.


In this back garden there is a path that leads to the end of the rear fence which is close to the banyan tree.


Meaning the size of this flower garden is equal to the breadth of wood production in a sawmill house.


on my right there is a well .. but the well is now beautiful with a wall of whitewashed wells and with a pulley to make it easier to take well water.


I who was being held by Inggrid walked on the path that split the park.


The path made of stone Kali arrangement that is papras until it resembles a beautiful motif.


This path starts from the back door to the rear garden fence.


Ingrid opened a backyard turnstile slot made of neatly cut and shaved hard wood..


“We sit around back here alone mas, delicious and fresh it tastes”


Inggrid took me to where I sat yesterday and met Ingrid for the first time.


We sat next to each other, and like yesterday Inggrid always took his eyes off the river and across the river.


“This is the favorite place of Inggrid mas, here every day Inggid can spend a long time to look at the beautiful river it”