The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 17: The Interview
Amelia has passed from Tiam's restaurant. He walked towards Darsim's house. He did intend to help the man as well as he looked for backup material for his writing. The times he could not bring up the topic of this murder and make it interesting, he had a backup of the writing to send to his editor.
Pak Darsim and Ayu activities and maybe his life story became something interesting according to him to be raised in his special column.
Amelia chose an online motorcycle taxi to drive her to Darsim's house from Tiam's restaurant. In addition to the travel time is definitely faster by riding a motorcycle, the dense traffic of the capital can make saturated for Amelia if she has to take a bus.
Not until 20 minutes he had reached a narrow alley to the house of Mr. Darsim. He came down right in front of the alley. Not only because the alley is too narrow, but he was afraid that if brother ojek deliver it to the front of the house, it will be very difficult, he said, because of the many activities and small children who play in the narrow alley.
He knocked on the door of the house. There is no lawfulness. He knocked back a few times. Still no legalities.
Till...
A neighbor looked over from behind the door.
"Who are you looking for ?" ask a woman in her 30s.
"Find Mr. Darsim, mbak..But how come there's no one ?" ask Amelia to Mr. Darsim's neighbor.
" Oalah.. mbak.pak Darsim gini day work.and Ayu go to school.." answered the neighbor back.
Oh my goodness.The fool of this Amelia. Yes, it's Monday. Weekday. You thought Mr. Darsim didn't have a job and Ayu didn't go to school!Stupidly you're Amelia!, she cursed at herself.
"Hmm..pak Darsim works where mbak ?" tanyanya back.
"Hmm.pak Darsim not necessarily mbak...But try to find the mosque Al Fatah usually he works there, or if there is no usually he is mulung mbak..If Ayu later at 1 pm usually he has gone home to school...Mr Darsim doesn't know if he's going to come here ?" ask the neighbor.
Amelia just shook her head in a doldrums. How could he not think sir Darsim work and Ayu school! huh! You idiot! he wanted to curse himself.
"Bak don't have Darsim's phone number ?" ask the neighbor back.
"Hmm.wait a minute, ma'am..I have Darsim's phone number. Mama might be able to call him. I'll look inside for a moment.."
Amelia who heard it just remembered. Oh yes .pak Darsim was holding a mobile phone when he first met.
Until a few moments later...
"This is not the number: 081398700286.try the phone only." he said again.
Amelia was pressing the number button on her phone for a while. Then he said thanks.
He's still in front of Mr. Darsim's house. Sit on one of the stairs at the front door of his house. He called.
"Assalamualaikum.." said Amel when the phone call was lifted from across the street.
"Waalaikumsalam.this who ?" answer the voice across there with a firm tone.
"Hmm.this is me Amelia sir.who yesterday went to my father's house...I was in front of my father's house, but it turns out that my father was not home. My neighbor gave me this number...Here sir if you don't mind me wanting an interview with you.for my writing material as I said yesterday to you." replied Amelia to the old man with as much courtesy as possible. He felt bad, afraid to interfere with his current job.
" Hmm.nak Amel.bapak again glung outside.if the son of Amel wants, son Amel just wait in the mosque at that time. Later bada Zuhur the father there." he said back.
"so you don't mind today I interviewed you ? "asked Amel in a pleased tone.
"Yes, it's okay, son." he said.
"Well sir.I wait for his father in the mosque yesterday we met ya.." replied Amelia enthusiastically and happy. Finally, there was no waste of his plan today.
