The Devil's Circle of Deception
Difficult and suffering

Cloudy weather, puffy eyes and hoarse voice. Wijaya who initially refused to move the body, now trying to get up and toughen up in front of the adopted child who was he was facing all day.

“Tuan Sen, quickly pack my clothes and needs. We will take Miss Lisa home” said Wijaya.

“Good sir.”

“Wait, why is your temple in bandage? Did you have an accident?” asked Wijaya while watching the blood that was still coming out on the white bandage.

“It's okay sir, I'll go pack the goods now” he replied.

“Wijaya, I can go home on Grab or other transport” Lisa said while frowning.

How can he be a burden on the man who is devastated by the loss of his father who he has the only one in the world? Lisa felt wrong about her position.

“If I had not come here after knowing the departure of Mr. Admaja then I would have become the most cruel woman in the world. But, if I meet him now, Wijaya becomes very troubled and burdened by me. I saw her steps are still stammering” muttered Lisa.

Until now, Jaka's baby is still in Wijaya's arm. His sleep was so sound despite the noise and vehicles along the way still did not wake him.

“Wijaya, give me back my son” Lisa said.

“No, I have not carried it for a few days” said Wijaya.

Mr. Sen who watched from behind the car glass occasionally let out a long sigh.

Arriving in front of Lisa's house, they get out of the car while paying attention to the flame of the torch in each resident's house.

“Thank God this place is now bright with a torch flame, that way if there is even a thief would easily be caught” said Wijaya.

“Pak Sen, why do you know all the information here?” asked Wijaya suspiciously.

“Did you forget in the abyss there the great lord has gone” he replied while looking down.

Wijaya wanted to hit or spit out harsh words. However, in her hands was an innocent baby filled with suffering with an innocent face that made her heart touched.

“You must explain everything to me after returning home” whispered Wijaya.

“Lisa, I will say goodbye, take care of yourself carefully” said Wijaya.

“Thank you, thank you Mr. Sen” said Lisa while reaching for baby Jaka.

“Sama-sama non.”

Wijaya decided to stay in the car. While Mr. Sen he was assigned to stand guard at the door of Lisa's house after the woman of his tribe closed the door. All these greatest struggles and sacrifices were only for a flower that he had never thrown away.

The first and last woman to protect and love. They waited for dawn to come down the ravine. After the death and exchange of souls served by Lord Admaja, Wijaya was spared by the figure of a giant genie. But, when the time was still showing at three in the morning, in front of the door of the house Lisa had stood a large black figure with fiery red eyes.

“Ghost!” shouted Sen then unconscious.

Wijaya got out of the car to see a large black figure turning into Transo.

“Hey, how about we do a party for your father's celebration? Hahah” says Transo.

Wijaya again raises the feeling. He was reluctant to serve in the mad shaman in the midst of his grief over the death of his father. In addition, it is very difficult to distinguish which figure Transo or black genie figure follows apparently.