The Ghost Story of LESTARI
3. You Kah??

Lestari floated up to Tomi who was walking towards her office's van.

Driver named Mr. Dadang seemed busy removing the box-box from the back of his car.

"Pak Dadang see if my wife doesn't sir?"

Ask Tomi who tried to contact Hp Nilam but there is no ringing hp around there.

Ah of course, Nilam is always setting silent mode for his hp, it's difficult if his hp tucked hard to find.

"I don't see Mr. Tomi."

Sahut Pak Dadang while carrying a box containing books owned by Tomi.

"This I brought in first yes sir, afraid of rain, already overcast."

Said mr. Dadang.

Tomi looked up at the sky for a moment, and it was dark, cloudy clouds swirling up there.

It looks like it's going to rain tonight.

Tomi sighed.

The young and handsome man is now looking for his wife's phone in the car where Nilam was sitting, looking while calling her phone.

Lestari was sitting on top of the car, he bent his head into the car through the roof of the car.

It was great to see Tomi's handsome face.

There is no boredom.

The face that he had longed for for so many years, the face that kept him waiting in this place.

Ah...

Lestari reaches out her hand, trying to grab Tomi's face, but just as Lestari's hand is about to wipe her face, Tomi suddenly ducks under the car seat because she sees her wife's phone tucked near the seat's leg.

Lestari raised her head, snorting at the sky.

"He's Damar, isn't he? He's my Damar, isn't he?"

Lestari screamed.

Along with that the wind blew louder than before, and in the next few seconds it rained.

Mr. Dadang ran from inside the house and immediately to the car again to save two small boxes owned by Tomi.

"I'll take the other sir."

Tomi said while putting his wife's phone and his own phone into his pants pocket.

Mr. Dadang took one box that seemed heavier because it contained more books.

While the other box only contains such bags and wallets and shoes only belong to Tomi and Nilam.

Lestari's ghost who saw Tomi getting wet finally floated above her, protecting the man from the increasingly heavy rain.

Tomi ran towards the house while holding up a small box filled with bags and shoes.

While running he still had time to think why he seemed to wade.

Arriving in front of the house Tomi looks turned to look at the yard of his house is empty and quiet.

There was no one there, but somehow he felt he was not alone.

Ah...

Tomi immediately shook her head, shifting the focus of her mind to something else so as not to think about anything else.

Tomi finally continues his steps back into the house, tote a box for him to continue to the room next to his room which he will make a working room if he has to overtime at home.

Lestari outside the house seemed only able to stare nanar into the house where Tomi was.

He did not go inside because Bik Surti was now standing at the front door of the house telling him to leave.

"Room... I just want to be with Damar."

Rintih Lestari's.

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Flashbacks, flashbacks,

On January 01, 1942, Nippon soldiers from Japan first entered the archipelago through Tarakan, East Kalimantan.

And no one month after they entered the territory of Borneo, precisely on January 24, 1942 they attacked the Dutch and made Balikpapan fall into their hands.

Until finally in March, the army managed to land at three points on the island of Java, namely in the Gulf of Banten, in Eretan Wetan West Java and Kragan in Central Java.

The success of their entry into the land of Java made the attack of Nippon troops on the Dutch troops and also the Dutch people in the land of Java more extraordinary.

Until March 5, 1942, Batavia fell to Nippon, many Dutch people and their families who fled.

These included Soemitri and her son Lestari Doutsen.

Yes, Lestari Doutzen is the son of Soemitri, the illegitimate wife of a Dutch citizen who is quite influential in Batavia.

During the Nippon army's extraordinary attack, many Dutch people were arrested and killed, including Soemitri's husband.

At the behest of her husband, Soemitri escapes with her fourteen-year-old daughter.

Soemitri fled to a place that was a landlord in one of the areas in West Java.

The landlord was quite well in touch with Ambrosius Van Doutzen.

Because of that good relationship, Soemitri and her son were well received at the landlord's residence.

"So Mister Doutzen was killed by Nippon soldiers?"

Ask the dashing man who was sitting on the teak chair carved by the Eagle.

Soemitri nodded her head.

The man named Mr. Ageng Parta Prawira was seen sighing heavily.

He really felt sad to imagine the fate that befell Doutzen his Dutch friend.

"Well, Mrs Soemitri, since I just lost my wife, it would be better if Mrs Soemitri stayed at Nyai Enah's house, she was one of the servants in this house, he occupied my house near the sugarcane plantation. Stay there."

Said Mr. Ageng Parta Prawira.

Soemitri who heard the decision of her husband's friend was of course welcomed with joy.

He was greatly relieved to get a place to live and survived the Japanese army because he lived in the house of a local landlord.

But...

Soemitri suddenly remembered Lestari, his daughter had a face identical to the Dutch citizens.

If he was in the middle of the local people, surely he would be very easy to recognize.

The hatred of the Dutch people, plus the position of local people who feel there is a defender, made Soemitri worried if later Lestari will be targeted as well.

"What else is Madam Soemitri?"

Ask Mr. Ageng Parta.

Soemitri does a sungkem to the Master.

"I'm worried about the fate of my daughter Sir."

Soemitri.

Mr. Ageng Parta frowned.

"What's wrong with your daughter?"

Ask Mr. Ageng with his voice so authoritative.

The forty-five-year-old man stared at Soemitri who was sitting on the floor of his house.

Soemitri finally expressed his concern for the fate and safety of the princess.

"Where is your daughter?"

Ask Mr. Ageng.

"Outside the Lord."

Answer soemitri.

Mr. Ageng looked at his maid, hinting for princess Soemitri to be brought in.

The maid Mr. Ageng immediately obeyed the order, shortly afterwards he returned with a very beautiful little girl extraordinary.

His face is like a puppet. His eyes, his nose, his lips, all seemed to be sculpted so perfectly.

Mr. Ageng Parta Prawira unknowingly stood up from his seat, flabbergasted at the beauty and poignancy of Lestari Doutzen, the daughter of Soemitri and Ambrosiun Van Doutzen his best friend.

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