The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 36: The Contract of Mr. De
Junta and Bimo had to wait in the small mosque until the adzan magrib. Because only 10 minutes left adzan magrib will arrive.
"Jun, dah malem gini ..plan us what nich?", asked Bimo while waiting for the adzan arrived.
" We're going to the owner of the contract, Mo. We ask around like we're going to hire one of them. Then slowly find out about the woman", replied the Junta back. Bimo.
Adzan magrib arrived. They immediately prayed magrib and soon headed to the house of the owner of the farm. Mr. De's house. They walked through the dark streets and only illuminated by street lights in the streets that glowed dim yellow. Junta's motor speed stopped at a black-fenced house with green walls.
"Assalamualaikum ..", replied Junta and Bimo. The two removed the helmet and slayer mask that covered the faces of the two.
"Waalaikumsalam.", there was a sound of someone saying from inside. A middle-aged woman wearing a short-sleeved negligee opened the door.He was still standing in front of the door while asking.
"Who is it ? What's the need?", asked the woman, looking suspicious. He did not move one bit towards the iron fence of his house.
"We.seek the house of Mr. De the owner of the contract. Is this really his house?", replied Bimo softly and politely. At first the woman seemed to doubt. But slowly he walked closer to the iron fence of his house. He looked towards Bimo and Junta. After he felt that there were no signs of the faces of the criminals from the faces of the two men, he then opened the lock of the fence of his house.
"Oh..sorry this mas-mas nyari Pak De want what?", the female investigator returned.
"We want to ask about the contract of Mr. De..sorry malem-malem like this.we had it now because he came home from work.", said the Junta to the woman .
"Oh.so ..please enter then.", said the woman pushing open the gap so that the two men can enter the house.
"This mother.. sorry, Mr. De's wife?", interrupted Bimo while entering following the steps of the owner of the house.
"Yes, mas..oh yes, the motor put only alem..danger clock is parked outside.fear no motorbike thief ..", said the woman back. Junta then pushed his motorbike into the terrace of the house.
"Please enter ..please sit down first.I call Mr. De inside.", said the woman again.
Not long after, Mr. De came out of his bedroom. He had just finished his magrib prayer.
" Assalamualaikum.., I just finished praying magrib. What do these sisters need?", asked Mr. De to the two guests in front of him.
"Wa'alaikumsalam Sir.introduce me Bimo and this is my colleague Junta..we are interested in asking about the rented map that is not far from the front of the alley near the highway, Pak ?",bimo opened the conversation.
"Oo..iya it's mine.but at this time everything is full .. There are only 1 house at the very end of which the occupants rarely live.possibly next month if not so continue he will move...",said Mr. De.
"Oo ..so anyway, sir...Then I leave my number alone with Mr. De, if it can be faster there is an empty, you can directly contact me?", asked Bimo back.
"Oo..of course..can-can, Dik.", replied Mr. De with a smile. Bimo also wrote his name and contact number to the middle-aged man. Most of his head was covered with gray hair.
"Then, we just say goodbye, sir.already late at night.it is not good to visit the night.", replied Bimo back while glancing at the Junta asking for approval. Junta was just following the beard with the words of his friend.
"Wis, oh Dik, on not drinking first?", asked Mr. De back.
"No need, sir.wis, Ndak not bother.we want to rush back home immediately.fear of overnight.", said Bimo back. They hurriedly greeted the man. Stand up from his seat. The man also returned his second greeting while sending the two in front of the fence. Until the two disappeared from view, the man locked the fence back.
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On road...
"Mo, you said no chance, Mo..loe dominated the conversation.", Junta said on her way home. The roar of motorized vehicles that were still milling about made Junta half-shout talk to his friend.
"I'm sorry, Jun.but, I suddenly got an idea, Jun.", said Bimo with a happy tone.
"What idea, Mo?", asked Junta again. This time the sound is slower because the road is still a bit jammed making more vehicles stop.
"Hmm...can also sich, Mo..but loe sure ? I mean, our suspicion of the girl employee is not there is no foundation that means so much...loe want to sacrifice money loe ngcontract there, Mo?", asked Junta back to his partner.
"Yes hase ...Jun...kalo about money mah, calm aja.tadi dah I had thoughtin ..toh distance rented with home gw to the office further home gw ..itung-itung saving energy and time gw also.kalo problem foundation we lurk tuh chick.just that's Jun, why we need to find out.. I hunch he knows something..maybe from him..why do you know we can get more detailed information about his other friends..gimana according to loe?", asked Bimo back.
"Kalo loe no problem, Mo.gw sich agreed very much.", replied Junta back.
Not felt after almost 1 hour more in the journey, they have reached their destination. Junta was forced to take Bimo to his house. Without stopping by, Junta went back on his way to his own home. The distance from Bimo's house to Junta's house only takes 45 minutes more if without congestion. Thankfully, by then the streets were clear. He can drive his motorbike to the maximum. Although not like most other motors, if digas poll can immediately speed fast. Understandably Junta motor is only an old output duck motor whose speed is not as fast as current matic motors. But he loved that bike so much. Motorcycles full of memories. The legacy of Junta's father that has passed away.
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The junta has reached his home. The extreme fatigue made the man quickly clean up. Until without touching the slightest of side dishes available at the table, the man had moved to his bedroom.
"Jun, don't eat first, Son ?" ask her mother who has gone on. Junta was the eldest of 3 children. Her second sister is a girl named Syila, and her youngest sister is a man named Arjuna commonly called with Juna.
"Sir, Mother..Junta wants to go to sleep immediately, tomorrow June there is still a lot of work to wake up early.", said Junta sekhenya.
" Yes already so...Rest well, Mak turn off the lights yes.", replied the mother to her child.
The extreme fatigue caused the man to fall asleep quickly in just a few minutes.
"Mas Jun.please mas.please..please mas..please mas..", said a long-haired woman who was familiar to the Junta these days. The woman looked tied up in a stuffy room.
"Mas.please mas.bukakan this bond.quickly before the man came mas.".", Amalia told the man before her.
"Who..who is mbak ? Where is the man?", asked Junta who looked surprised to see the girl in front of him tied to a rope in his legs and hands. His mouth that looked held captive with a seedy handkerchief seemed half-open due to the efforts made by the girl.
"Mbak..mbak....mbak is okay ?how could he be here?", asked Junta again whose eyes seemed to pay attention to the room where he and Amalia were. The room looked very dim only illuminated by 5 Watt yellow light. The occasional one seemed to glow dimly like a lamp that was about to run out of energy. The sign will die.
"Later on, mas.I explained.please open it now.", said Amalia back while moving her arms tied back and her two legs are bent tied. Not yet has the Junta untied the sound of heavy footsteps clearly heard from outside the door of this room. He hastily breaks the bond that binds Amalia. Until just when his leg ties will be released...The sound of the door opened and that was when Junta woke up from his dream.
The man rubbed his face. His heart still seemed to be beating fast. The dream seemed real. He picked up a cell phone that was placed on the side of his bedside table. The clock still shows at 02.00 wib in the morning. I don't know why the dream that just came seemed so real to him.
He remembered the journalist girl.His face was clearly lit in the Junta's memory at this time.Not usually he thought of a girl in the middle of the night like this. Junta opened his phone while he was still lying on his bed.
He opened his inbox chat with the journalist girl. I don't know why there's a sense of calm right now. What he had just seen about this girl was just a mere dream that was waking up his deep sleep.
Junta wanted to close his eyes again. But, he can't. Finally he prefers to wake up while his brain starts thinking about the case he handled. He turned on his room lights. Junta started turning on his laptop. Laptop that he has had since college days when he sat on the bench akpol. He collected every bit of information he had. Put it into a scheme that is easy to read and remember.
He wrote down facts and allegations that are still in doubt in the murder case he handled. Not to forget in the scheme he made, he also wrote down a plan that he would do later with his partner Bimo. Junta struggled with his laptop until it did not feel he had just finished everything a few minutes before the dawn adhan came.
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While nun far away in a kosan room...
Amalia who was waking up from her sleep was still sitting on her bed at midnight. He saw the clock has shown at 01.00 wib in the morning.
He woke up because of a dream that came to him. He saw in his dream a man chasing with a knife in his hand. He doesn't know where it is. The view is so dark. The man was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt as black and as close as the surrounding conditions. He only saw a shiny silvery knife in the man's hand. He can't see it. In his dream the part of the man's head looked very faint. He could only feel the man grinning at him. Evil seringai. The man in front of her slowly walked forward towards Amalia. Amalia began to move backwards until when she had the chance, she turned her body and ran as fast as possible in the dark. Shortly afterwards, he awoke from his sleep..
A dream is coming back. Ever since he dreamed about the woman who turned out to be the victim of the murder.
Strange.but this time he was able to make himself feel afraid when he woke up. For some reason while her breath was still wheezing due to the dream, Amalia remembered the face of the young policeman. He could see Junta's face clearly in his memory. Junta is not a handsome man. But a charismatic and attractive face. His smile showed maturity and maturity beyond his age. Amalia rubbed her forehead. His eyes slowly closed. And soon he fell asleep again.
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