Reizel couldn't believe what he had just experienced, it turned out that all this time his own father had been keeping such a creepy creature.
Before the man could express his opinion, his father immediately directed the kalomba to re-enter the hut and closed the hut's door.
"I'll tell you at home, we're going home first," said Reizel's father, a man who was probably in his 50s but still looked healthy with a muscle ratio fit for a farmer.
His short hair had two colors that mixed with each other, black and white. There was no additional facial hair such as a beard and moustache, but the wrinkles on his face could tell how long he had lived.
In the middle of the dark night that was only illuminated by the light from the motorcycle,, the old man named Herman gave a very sharp and serious gaze.
Although Reizel still didn't understand the situation, he could only hope that all the questions in his head would be answered as soon as they returned home.
