The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 35: Following the Mass

" Jun, just stop here" replied Bimo while patting his friend's shoulder. The junta stopped the motor. The two of them were still sitting on Junta's butut duck motorcycle seat. Junta pulled his black leather jacket. The clock has shown 4 o'clock less than 10. Tiam restaurant across the street looks not too crowded that afternoon. Even barely quiet. Two officers were cleaning the table from a distance.

Across the road is only about 5 meters away from the motor workshop. They seemed to pull over near a motorcycle workshop that had a large enough place to park a motorbike. Junta and Bimo can see from across what is happening in the restaurant. They asked permission to ride the parking lot for a while to the owner of the workshop.

"Do you want a drink bang ?" bargain the workshop owner.

" May mas.2 cold bottle tea" Junta told a young man in a dirty-looking shirt who was exposed to oil. Only a few seconds later the man gave the Junta order. Junta gave a bottle to his friend Bimo. They waited for about an hour. While occasionally the man who offers them invites chat ngalor ngidul. Until the man who was in the workshop said something.

"These branches are like Intel lurking about its appearance.along with black-and-black".", the man told Junta and Bimo that made them suddenly choke.

"Ah..bikin aja masnya.not mas.we are here mo go home from work ..jalan jammed..bikin tired hands in clutch and gas.severa-while ngerem.".", junta said lying.

"Hehehe.iya bang.yah the name of this clock must have jammed the area here mah ..."

"Where do these branches live ? One way ?" ask the man back.

"Yes ..mas..kami ngekos.in Pejoto area.", said Junta origin.

"Wiih ..still far away it's mah, bang.", said the man back.

" I'm sorry.so I guess the brothers are Intel.pake a black leather jacket like this..."

"....out since there was a murder that has a restaurant that tuh...a lot of people either journalists or Intel find out.and stop by usually in my place...", said the man while pointing towards the restaurant Tiam.

Gluey! Junta and Bimo seemed to gulp. Feeling shocked by the words of this workshop young man.

" Oo..so mas...What murder is there ? I just heard from his mas.", asked Bimo belagak pilon. Sok doesn't know anything. The junta who understood Bimo's character had him over.

" Yes, seriously ? Does he know ? Gossip kali mas.." Junta added.

" Waaah..branches don't know the news ? The owner was killed.but the police do not know the motive.Some journalists or Intel are disguised, I also do not know for sure...I answer what it is. I don't know very well sich who has.but like to see every day must come with the owner.said people sich people are friendly and quite royal...but I don't know why anyone would kill me..."

"Denger-denger anyway, yes.bang.saidi business competition.ada who said before the death of the owner used people.makanya sometimes like to look absent-minded.this is said people here bang...",replied the workshop youth.

"Well..trus mas if the owner is dead, why is the restaurant still open ? who is doing the business?", asked Junta this time with real curiosity.

"Oo..if that's what I know there are other owners.Sorry this mah yes.I just heard rumors.he said the owner actually had a girlfriend...or what is the language of the subtle.it is a kind of simplification om-om ginya..rich chinese man he said.makanya restaurant is still running ..this is also said sich bang...horrors issue aja.abis when the police found his body.This restaurant immediately so the invasion of journalists also here..."

"...well the issue is confusing bang.".", said the young man back. Junta seemed to nod at the sign that he was listening to the young man's words. Until Bimo elbowed his arm.

"Mas.ini make the tea bottle.return take it,mas.kasih make a ride here.".", replied Junta while wearing his helmet back.

"Oo...iya bang..Beneer this change for me ? Wis..makasih bang..beware the road..still jammed like.".", said the young man seemed happy. Junta and Bimo simply nodded back while saying thank you. They also turned on the motor. Shortly afterwards a woman was seen riding a mini metro from the other side. Junta immediately propelled his motor. Turn the direction on the corner in front of him. Until he saw the mini metro that Misa had boarded right at the interval of one car from the motorbike they were driving. Fortunately, the road is quite crowded in the hours of returning to work.

They can follow the mini metro. A woman soon got out of it. The Mass.

Junta and Bimo are wearing full face motorcycle helmets. Their faces were covered with slayer. They were not seen except for their eyes.

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Misa appears to be walking on a quiet street that only fit one car. The area is like a farm contract area. Junta riding his butut duck motorcycle seemed to keep his distance. He saw the girl stop at one of the light blue map houses. A 12-year-old boy opened the door.

"Mother..have come home?", asked another boy who was about 5 years and 4 years old from behind his brother's back.

"Hore..mom bring no more food?", asked the boy behind him. The woman looked to kiss her child one by one while nodding giving a black crackle to the oldest-looking child. The door behind the woman was closed.

Junta and Bimo who saw the incident from a distance only fell silent.

"Where is nich, Juni. Loe wants to see?", said Bimo back.

"Hmm ..yes, Mo..we came here to know about this woman first.gw had an idea, Mo..", said Junta while restarting his motorbike.He seemed to turn to the right and left of the road. Until he met a journalist not far from there.

" Mission ..mbak, mo asked that the house rented the maps that were there had who did?", asked Junta who had removed the helmet and slayer that covered his face.

"Oo ..it belongs to Mr. Dullah or commonly known as Mr. De. His house is not far from there mas.mas road aja straight menggelewatin the maps. At the end of the alley, turn right straight... See you later meet the first electric pole there is a turn, mas turn.Pak De's house number 3 from the front. The fence is black with green house walls. Mas, is this going to contract at Mr De's place? I think sich..kalo map there is already full mas.but, maybe I ask directly ..maybe anyone want to go out or Mr. De has another contract..", said a warteg seller mbak-mbak with his mepol hair. The junta that seemed to record the talk of the mbak-mbak looked beardy.

"Oh.iya if the nearest musholla is here where is it?", asked Bimo chimed from behind the helmet he was still wearing he just opened the glass and lowered his face slayer.

"Oh.it's a straight path from here, not far kok look like there is a mosque .", said the mbak warteg seller back.

"Oh.iya, thank you mbak.", said Junta and Bimo back.while moving away from there.

"Jun, we go there mo why?", said Bimo back when they had put forward the bike again.

"Ntar.loe look aja.ntar also loe ngerti,Mo.. lengthen kalo gw selamin now ..", reply Junta while he stopped at a small mosque. He parked his bike, the time almost showed at 05.30 wib, almost to the magrib adzan. They have not yet prayed Ashar. Until in a hurry the two headed to the place of ablution and rushed to perform prayers.

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