The Devil's Circle of Deception
Mumbaceous

An atmosphere of grief enveloped the residence of the host Admaja. Full signage lined up in the yard and front of the house. Yellow flag, the smell of mothballs that are so stinging with flowers and fragrances prepared in a large basket. There were no bodies in there, only very crowded people in the funeral home. Some of them whispered of the peculiarity of Mr. Admaja.

While Mr. Sen did not dare to say a word. He just sat next to Wijaya and arranged all the needs and events do’a.

White mattresses lying in the middle of the people who are edang read out do’a. Suddenly the bed turned into a bed filled with blood. The mourners were terrified and ran over. Some who do not wear footwear even leave their vehicles.

“Dad!” wijaya said with tears.

Lisa who had just arrived while holding the baby Jaka seemed to panic running into the house. The horrifying sight left Lisa very shocked. A haunted aura as if enveloping the house of master Admaja. Wijaya who had not realized the arrival of Lisa seemed to be hugging the mattress bathed in blood. Whining baby Jaka leaned Wijaya, his eyes immediately saw the figure of the woman and adopted child who was so dear.

“Lisa, Jaka. What are you guys up here? In the afternoon, I will ask Mr. Sen to drive you”, said Wijaya.

The movement of her legs trying to hold the tiny baby she missed so much. Lisa unbinds the sling. He moved the position of Jaka's baby to Wijaya's hand.

“Mas, even if your hand is covered with blood, I still give you my son. Jaka congratulations for your help so far” said Lisa.

Wijaya imprinted with the words of Lisa, he immediately moved back baby Jaka. His stiff body was forced to stand up to the tap to clean itself and change clothes. He quickly grabbed the baby Jaka again, a wry smile on his lips seemed forced.

“My son, a medic in my heart” said Wijaya.

Lisa glanced at the figure of Mr. Sen who was standing beside Wijaya, the accomplice of Mr. Admaja had almost harmed him. But Lisa thinks back to her profession that obliges her to hurt herself.

The terrible mattress was lifted by several members of Wijaya. The other workers also clean up along with all kinds of objects and furniture that are messy. Lisa noticed the figure of the man who was always firm and strong in front of her was very fragile. But whatever the force, she couldn't hug or rub the back of a man who was very kind to her. He did not want to give her a glimmer of hope.

“Mas, I hope you remain steadfast and patient in facing all these trials” Lisa said.

“Thanks dik” reply.

“Should I be frank that the man who killed my father with his laughter that night was Transo? I was wrong in this position. I don't want Lisa to be sick, but I don't want my father's spirit to be curious. A little bit of course he will gradually find out after I sow flowers under a giant tree where my father did not” murmured Wijaya.

Baby Jaka is very calm in the hands of Wijaya, he has fallen asleep with a cute face and full of longing.

“I just realized it, Jaka who has calmed and stopped my tears, said Wijaya.

“Master, I beg you to take care of the pending office work” Sen said.

“Yes, you postpone any meeting schedule until I can actually go back to the office” Wijaya orders.

“Good sir.”