The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 33: The Funeral

The body has just been buried with a simple ceremony according to Islamic law. Religion in the identity of the victim. Junta, Bimo and their division heads were present at the funeral. As well as the head of RT and residents around the house were also present in it.The victims' employees also attended the funeral. A woman with a collar shirt and jeans and glasses who are all black. Who else if not Amalia. His eyes seemed to catch one of the figures he knew, Mr. Darsim. He saw Mr. Darsim in a crowd of people delivering the bodies to his final resting place. But there was no Ayu there.

After the event was over, one by one people began to appear to leave the cemetery area. Amalia approaches Darsim.

" Sir Darsim, are you coming here ? With Ayu sir ?" amalia said to Darsim who was standing and turned to him.

"Eh.mbak Amalia.iya,mbak ..I myself here...Ayu is at home, take it.." she replied.

"uh..mbak Amalia.and mr. Darsim..have known each other apparently?", said Junta and Bimo who approached the two.

"Oh.ii.iya sir.me and Ms. Amalia already know each other...He was a journalist who had interviewed my activities for the topic of his writing at that time." said Darsim explained. The clumsy-looking Amalia simply nodded in a smile.

"Well.mbak Amalia, Mr. Darsim has told me everything.and..about reply chat yesterday, if you don't mind how if we continue this conversation at the police station only...oh yes, this introduces my colleagues, who both helped me in this case.." said Junta while inviting Bimo to introduce himself directly to the two speakers.

"...introduce.my name is Bimo..I am a division with the Junta...who both handle the case of these victims .." said Bimo greeting both.

"Then we go from here to the office of mr.eh, salah.mas Junta" said Amalia cut off further talks.

"Hmm..I brought the bike here.with Bimo.." said Junta felt bad not being able to give the woman a ride.

"ooh..nothing, mas.i also bring a motor.biar pak Darsim was just hugged me mas.." said Amalia with a smile showing her neat white teeth. A little dimple on both cheeks the girl looks visible. Bimo who had noticed the girl looked flabbergasted. The beauty of the local woman is in the girl. Junta had to elbow his friend's arm. Resuscitated it.

"Eeh ..eh.ii yes.Then we glide now." said Bimo nodding looking salting.

They moved to the motor park in the TPU area. Without them knowing someone who was still around the cemetery seemed to steal their conversation. He was with his herd who was still sipping a bottle of cold drink and some fried in the hand.they seemed to be sheltering from the heat of the morning sun in the middle of a quiet cemetery.

Junta, Bimo, Amalia and Darsim slowly began to drive a motorbike to the police station. The roar of their motorbike that began to move away from the cemetery was heard to the man who was in the herd.

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"Jun.that's the girl who loe chat huh ? saucy bener..Jun..kagak loe by the way same gw..giliran saucy diem-diem loe..maen behind ama gw.." said Bimo who sat in the passenger seat.

"yeah.iyalah.loe is a rival gw.jomblo acute.." reply Junta mocked his friend while riding his Nmax motorbike.

"Loe really knows him, Jun...dapet from where ?" ask Bimo curiously. He knew very well the taste of his senior.

"There is.deh..he is the first to pursue gw.." reply Junta. He was happy to make his partner curious.

"Did..najis loe!sok famous kecakepan very...! tell me donk mas Jun.ntar gw treat cilok dah.." said Bimo while poking his friend's neck from behind.

"Diih ..najis loe,Mo.nyogok gw use cilok..loe I think I'm a boy SD keles...!Rivals used to loe ama gw.." replied Junta while not amused to see Bimo's behavior to him. Junta knows very well the taste of his friend. Although Bimo's mediocre face is very selective in choosing women. And he can tell which beautiful women are approachable and which ones to stay away from.

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The police headquarters appeared to be downhill by that afternoon. Junta invites Darsim and Amalia to meet at his desk.

"Please sit down, mbak.. pak..takongkan.takan it like at home alone.sorry, I did not go to the canteen, afraid of coming at this hour..and not comfortable to talk about it there..", junta said while pulling 2 seats and allowing the two guests to sit down.

" Before, I would like to ask a little to Mr. Darsim.to mbak Amalia maybe if a little confused with what we are talking about, can while listening first yes here..."

"Oo.ada pak.ini all in my phone.all the contents of the message have not been deleted sir.", said Darsim while handing over the phone. Junta and Bimo this time looked at each other when they received the phone that Darsim gave them.

Turns out Mr. Darsim wasn't lying about it. They read themselves the text message someone sent to the man. Junta and Bimo recorded the phone number of the sender of the message.

"Hmm...it looks like this man knows the ins and outs of his father's wife, if you see the contents of the message ? do you know, or is there anyone you think should be suspected ?or maybe your father or wife used to have enemies or people who hate and do not like their own father or wife?", asked Bimo starting a conversation between them again.

" hmm ..what yes sir..i do not know as well.before coming to Jakarta I only sell bakmi in the village...when I moved here I worked as a marbot in the mosque and the rest of the time I use for other work oddly...sometimes I am a builder for houses there if there is a building or renovation, or I have been a driver or if it is empty, I just start..."

"...well, I do not know also whether there are people who do not like me or my wife at that time, he used to be a laundry and ironing laborer in every house near where we lived, sir.."

"....during that time, we felt no problem in getting along with our environment.I think so with the neighbors around our house.but, but, I don't know if maybe one or two people don't like us" Darsim replied as his eyes looked bright. Like he was remembering and recalling all the memories he had.

Amalia who had listened to the conversation was silent. He understood the truth with the conversation that the two policemen were talking to Darsim. After all, he had already known it first from Mr. Darsim. But he pretended as if he didn't know about it. He remembered that he had not told her anything that had really happened to the Junta. He was worried that it could endanger the lives of Mr. Darsim and Ayu later. However, it turns out that without his knowledge this man had told everything to the two policemen in front of him.

"Mas, can I see the contents of the message on the tape?", asked Amalia against the two young policemen in front of her while pointing at Darsim's cellphone which is still in Bimo's grasp. Bimo glanced at Junta asking for his senior's approval. Junta just nodded. Bimo also held out the hape he held in his hand to Amalia.

Amalia opened the message. read one by one the text message in the inbox.

" Have you ever tried calling this phone number back ? ",asked Amalia to the man beside her.

"Well, of course, ever mbak.as I told his mother.when I promised to meet this person, while in the city park.." said Mr. Darsim plain. Junta seemed to frown when Darsim said it while looking at the girl beside him. Amalia who glanced at the man in front of her, was a little clumsy.

"The mother already knows?", asked Bimo and Junta almost simultaneously. Amalia's face looked red. He nodded his head. Half-dropped, feeling bad with the gaze of the two young policemen in front of him, especially Junta, Amalia was forced to tell all her events since the first time she met Mr. Darsim to this day. So. here's the story ..

" I first met Mr. Darsim in the city park and.then.bla...bla...bla...bla..", Amalia finally told me everything. He no longer covered it up. Mr. Darsim told me everything. Junta and Bimo occasionally glanced at each other while nodding their heads.

"Regarding the photo that mbak tell me it means..pak Darsim himself who gave it to mbak Amalia?", asked Junta with an emphasis intonation. Somehow this man was a little disappointed to learn that the innocent-looking woman before him was lying to him.

"Yes.at my request mas.." said Amalia with eyes downcast. He felt sad and unkind to the police in front of him.

"I was forced to cover up about Mr. Darsim, because I was worried about his safety and Ayu, the son of Mr. Darsim who was still a child..when I found out Mr. Darsim was being terrorized by someone who claimed to know his wife who had been missing for a long time.and invited him to meet right at the time of the incident and at the scene of the crime..."

"...hmm..I suspect his problem has something to do with the case that the police handle.so.I took the initiative to find out everything first.I was worried if I told him...I mispronounced and will complicate the case.or..may actually endanger the safety of Mr. Darsim and his son.", Amalia told both the young police and Mr. Darsim.

"Yes..I apologize to Ms. Amalia, I also acted alone.come here and tell this police father everything..without confirmation with mbak first...",said Mr. Darsim while pointing at the Junta. Bimo and Junta just glanced at each other looking nodding their heads. They began to understand the situation of these two people before him.

"Ummm..well, I'm starting to understand what Amalia and Mr. Darsim mean.."

"In the future if you guys have anything to do with this case, you can call me or my colleague Bimo..

true that was conveyed by Amalia.I am afraid there is someone who is stalking Mr. Darsim.and maybe it has something to do with the death of the victim..so if you have any information about this case, just tell me or Bimo this colleague of mine...",junta said as he tore off a piece of paper containing his phone number and Bimo to Amalia and Mr. Darsim.

"And.pak Darsim.can I borrow this father for the next 1 or 2 days.as one of the items of evidence.we will try to find out who the sender is and its location...we will try tracking with our IT section.later I will return it directly to his father.", Sela Bimo to the old man in front of him.

" Please mas.if it can help.", said Darsim while nodding his head as a sign of welcoming with politeness.

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