The Devil's Circle of Deception
Traces of departure

Mr. Sen was handled by Wijaya himself with his medical equipment which he deliberately prepared before leaving. After he realized, Wijaya prepared an instant noodle steeping with warm water in a mini teapot.

“Master, don't doctors strictly prohibit patients and people from eating ready-to-eat meals?” said mr. Sen.

“Now I was out of work hours and not wearing a uniform, we had to eat like this to connect the power” said Wijaya.

“Thank you tuan” replied mr Sen.

His head still felt dizzy, he recalled again the terrible figure in the form of Transo. Now, both of their lives seem to be in the demon territory that is not separated by various disorders.

After breakfast with noodles and bottled drinks, they carried a large basket containing Flowers into the ravine. Secretly unbeknownst to Wijaya, Sen has installed an emergency signal to the police if one day his life is threatened. He deeply regretted the decision of Mr. Admaja to sacrifice himself to be offered to the devil.

“From the beginning of my premonition was not calm after sir's decision. Behold, the deceitful genie still shows himself and breaks the covenant with the old man. I will meet the old man who has offered the body of Mr. Admaja” murmured Mr. Sen.

Arriving at the giant tree, Wijaya sows flowers and says do’a for her father. How devastated he was when he saw his father's tragic death. Indeed, in his mind, he hated the tree of the devil and the second dwelling place of Transo. But, it was only in that place that he last saw the figure of the father that he had the only one in this world. When he solemnly prayed’, the wind blew very fiercely flying the flowers he sowed. Mr. Sen became panicked, he darted around hoping that the demon genie's figure did not bother them.

“Master, we have to leave here” said Sen sir.

“No, I still hope my father's body is returned by the damned demon in this tree” said Wijaya continued reading do’a in the heart.

“Hey, go if you still love your own life!” transo shouted from a distance.

His hatred for the man was very disturbing. Wijaya pulled the knife from behind his shirt and pointed it at him.

“Hahah, you will never be able to kill me!” transo has disappeared.

”Master, please don't be rash. Let's go back to your son, baby Jaka” Sen said.

Wijaya dropped the knife. He recalled again with the innocent face of the baby Jaka he loved. On the way, Wijaya urged to ask Sen to tell him all the secrets that happened.

“Pak Sen, today I am forced to imprison you if you cover up my father's death. You were his right hand for years. You never betrayed him” said Wijaya.

“Please sir, the great lord has given the last message to look after you. Although the great master is very cruel and looks not to pay attention to you. He was honestly very affectionate and even volunteered to save tuan” Sen said.

“I will not retract my words, quickly tell the truth.”

Finally Mr. Sen directs the path to the old man's hut. The journey there through the slippery road, heavy rain and fog covered their view, Even so, Wijaya patiently drove his vehicle and followed the location of the place he meant.

“Master, ahead there is an answer that you will get clearly and clearly. Without any lies” said Sen sir.