The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 31: The Testimony of Darsim

"Good afternoon viewers "Tertaktual News" we again reported about the murder case of former TKW Hong Kong and restaurant owner Tiam, until now there is no sign of the bright spot of this case. Police have not named a suspect in the murder. The press conference, which was held on Tuesday, mentioned that the death toll was killed due to incision wounds caused by sharp objects.."

"...but until now the police have not found any evidence that killed the victim. Rumayyah was a childless widow..."

"...The victim was a former TKW in Hong Kong. His success working there, led him to open a Chinese food stall in the business district in the capital under the name of Tiam Restaurant. The new Tiam restaurant was established about 2 years later, including a viral restaurant and many visitors. The death of the owner is certainly a public spotlight because it is unexpected. According to the employees and residents around the residence of the victim who is also a CTF, mentioning that the victim is someone who is well known and rarely hangs out with neighbors around..."

The camera then highlights the image of the victim's house and the display of photos of the victim as well as the owner of the Tiam restaurant. Darsim was eating at a warteg after he came home from changing the junk he got, he said, it appears to listen to the news broadcast that is being displayed on the 14-inch television screen in the warteg. He looked a little surprised to see a photo of the victim similar to Mursidah's ex-wife. He was not too surprised by the news. After all, he already knew about this from Amalia the journalist he knew.

"...the police said that until now no family members or relatives had come to contact the police asking about the victim. According to the police, if until today no one recognizes the victim, the body will be immediately buried tomorrow morning properly according to the religion stated on the identity of the victim at TPU Taman Bunga. For viewers who know the victim, can contact the police directly or via call center at 08954765321.All the News This afternoon. I'm Melanie retreat from in front of you and good afternoon" the news anchor said.

Darsim was surprised by the closing sentence. Should he come to the police station and tell her everything like he told Amalia the journalist ?. But he doubted. Only this is like his last chance to find the whereabouts of Mursidah his ex-wife.If he does not meet the police, then maybe he will regret it. It may be true that the body was his ex-wife. Why is his name different ? Could Mursidah change her name to cover up her marriage to another man in Hong Kong ? Darsim was a little jealous of the prejudice all along. After he got a call from the man who claimed his wife's new husband. Darsim looked a little worried. But her little heart forced her to go to the police. See the victim's body. To see if it was Mursidah or not.

Darsim remembered Mursidah had a black tompel birthmark as big as a coin on the inside of his left thigh. If he could see the corpse up close, he could see and ascertain if it was likely that the victim was his wife who had been looking for him and had disappeared without news.

After weighing for a while, Darsim finally decided to go to the police station now. He paid for the meal and also wrapped a pack of rice with vegetable bean sprouts and side dishes like he ate for Ayu, the princess just at home.

Darsim walked with an empty sack next to his left hand and a black plastic bag containing rice wrap in his right hand. He walked towards his house.

Arriving home....

After a few minutes, Darsim cleaned himself up and changed decent clothes. He intends to go to the police station. During this time Ayu never knew about the condition of Mursidah, her birth mother. The little girl only knew her mother had died since she was 5 years old due to severe illness.

"Son, you go out for a minute.you lock the door. If you have an unknown guest, don't open the door. Just stay at home until you come, and that was you buying lunch for you. You eat yes", said Darsim before saying goodbye to his son. Ayu simply nodded while kissing the back of her father's hand. He closed and locked the door after his father left and disappeared from his sight.

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That afternoon at the police ...

The junta seemed busy with all the evidence he had gathered in his investigation. This morning he had been coordinating with IT experts about the photos he got from Amalia. Apparently his guess is right. According to the test results, both images show indications that it is a single photo of the same person. Unfortunately, he forgot to ask the contact of the source of the photo taken by Amalia. Luckily Junta had the girl's mobile number. He wrote a text message to the journalist without much ado. A short message informs about the test results of both images of the photo and about the contact of the source where he got the photo. Message has been sent. He had not seen the notification sign of his message read by the girl.

There were not yet 10 minutes from him sending a message, a police officer in the information section called through an extension link to his desk. Notifying that a man who claimed to know Rumayyah, the murder victim was at the front desk.

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Junta stared at a dark-skinned man with a clear faceline revealing the rigors of his life with his head covered in gray hair. The man looked so simple.

" Mas Junta, this father is looking for you." said an officer at the information desk.

"I'm Junta, can I help you ?" junta said in a very polite and friendly tone.

"Eh.ii-yes..Sir.I saw the news about the victim of the Tiam restaurant owner murder case. A-a anu sir.I can see the body ? because his face is similar to my missing wife.." said Darsim stammered because he was so nervous to face the young police in front of him.

"Can.certain can sir. We just sit next to it." said Junta pointed to a long waiting chair in the corner of the room. They walked and sat there.

" If I may know, whose father's name is ?" ask Junta back.

"Anu..my name is Darsim, sir." said Mr. Darsim answered the police question.

"Darashim ?!! I mean Mr Darsim?", repeated Junta looking shocked. The beloved bud tub came suddenly. Could this man whose name is called the victim in the voice recording he got from Anna's doctor ?.

"If you may know, you said, your wife is missing ?"

"Yep, pak..."

" So.you're her husband ? I mean when your wife goes missing, you're still the husband of the victim ? I mean at the time you weren't divorced ?" junta asked astonishment at once full of curiosity.

"Hmm.Bapak has a contact number and an address I can call ? ",Junta asked later. Darsim nodded. He gave me his phone number and home address.

"Let's take it to the morgue in the building over there." said Junta pointing to the outside of the building where he was. They walked towards a building that resembled the one before. But what distinguishes, above this building written Forensic Laboratory. They entered the building. An information officer in front of him just smiled seeing Junta walking with Darsim. They headed for a room with a very cold AC room. Exceeding the cold AC outside this room. There is a large drawer table made of stainless where to store corpses. Attractive junta. A corpse covered in black cloth. Attractive junta. Now it looks like a frozen corpse and has turned blue.

"Please look carefully Mr. Darsim, is this your missing wife and you've been looking all this time ?" junta said as he shifted to let the man see for himself a corpse that had been stiffened with an incision wound on the neck that had been sewn by a doctor.

Darsim looked at the corpse's face. His heart is beating fast.

"May I see the other limb sir ? I mean the left foot. Because my wife has a black tompel birthmark as big as a coin on the left inner thigh", Darsim turned to Junta. He asked permission from the police to open the victim's vital body parts. The junta advanced while revealing the part of his foot that was covered in cloth. He looked at Mr. Darsim while nodding. The sign allowed the man to see it. Darsim looked a little shaky holding the extremely cold and stiff corpse. Until his eyes widened when he saw what he was looking for in front of his eyes. A black tompel is seen on the inside of the victim's left.

" Right, Sir !! ii.this is the tompel. I'm sure it's my wife's body." said Darsim, who now began to hear a whimpering voice he was trying to hold.

"Father.the patient yes...For more details we will talk outside.", said Junta while stroking the man's back. Tears began to drip from both eyes. The junta re-confirmed the position of the cloth that covered the body and pushed the body to close the storage cabinet.

"alright...Let's talk in more detail outside..".

Darsim nodded following the man stepped out of the very cold room. His heart felt empty and empty. After about 5 years he sought the whereabouts of his wife, now he had to meet under these circumstances. Mind crumpled. He can't even think. The junta held the old-looking man's shoulder from the look on his face. They walked out of the building. The junta took Darsim to the cafeteria where the police enjoyed a short break.

" Race.bikink me milk coffee and.."

"Sir Darsim wants to drink what ? Coffee, tea, orange juice or juice ?" junta bargained kindly to the man next to him.

"Beautiful tea is warm, sir.."

"Ras, please make warm milk coffee and warm sweet tea now yes.", junta said to the canteen waiter who was very well known by the police there.

"Well, Mas Junta.

"Sir Darsim, can you tell me something about your wife ? I mean, you say your wife has disappeared without word ? can you chronologically sir?", asked Junta while moving to sit.He now sits in front of the old man. Junta does like the position of sitting face to face so that he can see the face of his interlocutor clearly.

"Hmm.this is the beginning of the story sir..."

Darsim began to explain the chronological story of his marriage to his wife until he went to Hong Kong to register to become a TKW there. Then he disappeared without news. Darsim told the young policeman everything. Likewise about someone who contacted him and claimed to be his wife's new husband. He also told me about the man Ikhwal contacted when the police first found the woman's body in his house. Everything Darsim had told me without any of it being covered up, like he told Amalia to the young policeman in front of him.

"Hmm..so is the story.." said Junta quietly while nodding. It records everything in voice recorder memory on its phone.

"Sorry, you said the name of Mursidah's father's wife?", asked Junta back to the man in front of him.

"Yes.his name is Mursidah, Pak. That's why I had doubts about the victim, whose name is different from my wife." said Darsim pensively.

Not long after milk coffee and warm sweet tea that has been served since a few minutes ago has been drained by both.

"Sir Darsim, may I know your contact number and home address ? Because your information is very useful for us in the investigation of the murder of your wife.", Junta said back to Darsim.

" Hmm..but sir...is it okay ?" darsim hesitated a little. He was afraid that in case this young policeman came in with his uniform, it would be conspicuous for his surroundings. He was most worried about the mysterious man who contacted him..

"I mean, Sir ?about the caller who threatened you ?" junta asked to confirm his conjecture.

"Sir Darsim, there is no need to fear.The position of the father here as a witness in this murder case. If there is something dangerous, you get protection from the police.or you can call my contact number directly.", said Junta calm the man in front of him. As he opened his wallet and handed a piece of his business card to Darsim.

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