The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 40: Let's Move !

The clock still shows at 19:30 wib. When Bimo arrived at his rented house. His new home for the next 3 months. Mr. De, the landlord has cleaned the room and the floor. Although the paint on the walls of the room seemed to have faded, but the map house looked clean. The faint fragrance of carbol smelled when, Bimo entered it.

The bathroom is not very large. There is only a water tap with a large bucket to hold water and a WC sitting. The floor was a little dull but clean and the smell of citrus smells smelled in the bathroom. Fortunately for Bimo. You don't have to waste energy to clean it up.

This afternoon he came home from work early and shopped all his needs in a mini market not far from his new residence. All toiletries, gas stove one furnace and some pot and pan makeshift, and broom and mop are ready. Not to forget he has bought a folding mattress and 3-door plastic cabinets in a store that sells spring beds and various home purposes such as cabinets, etc.

It didn't take much time for Bimo to clear things up. The goods he bought as necessary and he just put all the goods in place. The farmhouse felt spacious for a bachelor like Bimo. He also only brought a few clothes from a tenteng bag that he brought since the morning to the office.

Fatigue and sleepiness slowly began to approach. Bimo had cleansed himself and hurriedly performed the isha prayer. Now he is lying on a folding mattress with a pillow.

He checked his phone. Several incoming messages from Junta were seen in his inbox. Ask her how she is tonight at her new home. Bimo answered. He really enjoyed his new place.

Now the man is thinking about the plan he will make in the future for the investigation of the murder case he handled.

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Nun is far away in a boarding room belonging to Amelia...

the reporter was busy monitoring using an app to find out the location of the mysterious caller. Unfortunately, he could not find the location of the owner of the phone number. Because either maybe the owner's old phone and does not have an internet connection or maybe also because the internet connection the owner of the phone across there is interrupted or offline. Amelia thinks hard how she can find out the location of the mysterious caller who haunts Darsim. The girl also has not received any chat reply back from the caller.

Thinking while opening the playstore on her laptop, suddenly, Amelia saw an application that could see what social media someone had from her phone number. He downloads it and tries to find out about the owner of the mysterious number.

Although Junta...

He had just parked his Nmax motorbike on the porch of his house. That day he used his Nmax because the motorbike duck butut left by his late father used Juna, his sister everyday to go to campus. Only occasionally, when his sister chose to use public transportation, the Junta could use it. Actually, he prefers the duck butututnya motorbike, in addition to much safer and not feel anxious when he travels anywhere, the duck motor is much lighter and lighter than the large Nmax that makes his arm tired when jammed hit.

"Assalamu'alaikum".", said Junta when he entered the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Jun.", said the mother who had just prepared dinner when she saw the arrival of her eldest child at the door. Junta approached the mother while kissing the back of her hand.

"Eat first, son..New mom nyiapin soto your favorite chicken..you haven't had dinner outside right?", asked the mother to her eldest son again.

"No, Ma'am.", replied the Junta, shaking his head.

"But, Junta wants to clean himself first,Mak.gak good, the body feels sticky.", Junta continued to his mother.

"Yo wis.abis it directly we have dinner together at the table to eat.emak kangen we rarely gather at the dinner table.mumpung si shila and Juna also already in the room tuh..",the mother told her son.

"Yes,Mak.", replied the Junta briefly.

Junta's mother is quite advanced but still looks fit. At the age of 65, she was a widow whose husband had died. The hair filled all of her hair. Junta whose eldest son is the backbone of his father's surrogate family who has died since he was still one of the residents of the dormitory in Akpol. Fortunately, after graduating from Akpol, he entered the police force due to official ties. He is one of the best graduate students in his class. He then set aside some of his salary to help his younger siblings go to school.

His father used to be a low-level PNS in a local government agency. He died of heart disease before retirement. His mother, a housewife, was forced to sell and open a small shop on the porch of her home first. But since Junta and Syila worked and had income, they felt pity and told their parents to stop working.

"Syil, what time are you coming home ? tumben faster than mas?", asked Junta to his sister.

" Last 5 teng, Syila immediately out of the office, mas.returned by car.so not to get stuck, just standing solid while nyiumin stinky ketek people.", Syila replied to her brother. Syila works at one of the largest mobile companies in the world. They used to innovate issuing various types of mobile phones with the latest technology. Syila is a graduate in civil engineering at one of the leading universities.But, somehow he was accepted to work in the corporate communication section of the mobile company. Maybe that's the sustenance. Not going anywhere if it's been his recovery.

"Try you call, mas.can go home with all of you.later stay the agreement in the middle.at which stop is close to your office and mas.", said Junta back.

"Well late! mas Junta nawarinnya just now.", said Syila ogah-ogahan.

"Yes.create next time.kalo go home cepet, you try to ask mas.so you know it can together.irit energy and cost you right, Dek.", said Junta back. Juna who has been ravenously spending his dinner.

"Jun, what are you doing scripting ?pacing to campus.don't pass molor ya.waste money! ",asked Syila ketus on her youngest sister. While feeding rice with chicken soto to his mouth.

"Didih.what sich..gw mah student plate and bener..doain tuh good for adeknya.biar cepet pass...kagak judes kayak loe..iya not,Mak ?",juna asked for her mother's support. Syila and Juna are Tom and Jerry. But they are compact and love each other. The proof, Syila was the one who financed the cost of gasoline and pocket money his sister since he worked.

"Huush.already-well at the dinner table quarrel..Mother always wishes the best for the children of the mother.you are also Juna.kakmu Syila is right..you must pass..men have greater responsibility later in making a living..",said the mother advised her youngest child.

"Yes,Mak.", replied Juna briefly.

"Where is your thesis progress, Dek?", asked the firstborn to the bontot. If Junta asked, Juna was a bit disinclined about his eldest brother.

"Still Chapter 3,Mas.", said Juna to his brother.

"Yo wis.focus finish immediately.biar can cepet job search.don't look for girls let alone dating!", Junta said to Juna, his sister.

"Yes,mas..wis aq elle.sopo is also a girl who wants a buluk guy, item, clothes a butut duck motorcycle that can not be brought speeding on the streets.", he said..",juna replied in an annoyed tone at the feeling of being interrogated by her brother.

The junta who heard his sister's answer just smiled holding back the giggles.

The chatter-filled dinner ended at 20:30 when Syila who washed all their dirty dishes was done.

"Mak, Juna went to the room.mau continued the thesis.", said the youngest child.

"Syila too, I want to sleep.dah sleepy tomorrow must leave in the morning.", said the only daughter while kissing the mother. Junta soon told her mother to rest before she went to bed and returned to her room.

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Amalia who is still busy with her laptop now she finds something...

He looked at his laptop screen. An app he just downloaded shows some social media that allegedly the owner of a mysterious mobile number. Amelia looked at one of them. Where there is a profile picture. Not too visible face in the photo because it was taken a bit far away. A photo of a couple of women and men, like a lover embracing each other against the background of a beach with a large stone behind it. He could not identify the owner of the account. But the name of the owner says Toni Forever. Amelia tried to capture the profile picture and the front page view of the account with her name. Unfortunately, he was unable to open the account because it was locked by the owner. Unknown to Aral, Amelia also tried to create a fake account with a profile photo of a woman not a celeb that she took from the internet but has a good-looking face. Previously he added several friends who were online, among them approving the friendship he asked for. Only then did Amelia smartly add the account owner, so it did not seem that it was just a fake account. I don't know, this old-fashioned way will work or not. But Amelia felt there would be a bright spot in her search.

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