The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 41: Who is the real Mass ?

That morning the map area seemed to start crowded. That day was Saturday. Bimo is sweeping the terrace of his new home for the next 3 months. When a man next to him rebuked.

"Oh..The new resident here huh,mas?", asked the father to him.

"Yes, sir, introduce my name Bimo", said Bimo stretched out his hand.

"I'm Mr. Gunadi.How long, Dik ? I just saw his sister.sorry yes.the father just knew there was a new neighbor.could you help transport goods Dik ? Let me help.", bargain the neighbor. Bimo did get the room on the left corner. Not much noise was heard from the other neighbors. While the target, was in map number 3, alias right next to Gunadi's room.

"Oh.nothing sir..i also just entered last night.my stuff is also not much kok.maklum bachelors sir.", replied Bimo sekhenya. He was actually lazy to talk. But he has a mission to live there. So he must be clever to socialize with the residents there to find out about his target.

"Oo..so..work or lecture, Dik?", asked Gunadi back.

"I work, Pak.", replied Bimo briefly. I wish the man would stop asking. But in fact it is not. His new neighbor looked like a talking father.

"Oo.where does it work, Dik?", ask again.

"It was.at the Silvermoon mall.", replied Bimo accordingly. Coincidentally not far from the police station where he works there is a Mall quite large.Mall Silvermoon.

"Oo...the waiter there, Dik?", said Gunadi back, who was only replied with a smile and a nod Bimo.

"If I'm here also live alone, Dik.my children and wives are accommodated.usually once 3 months I go home.they live in Cianjur. Understandably..I work as a factory worker who parts mengepa-ngepakin canned food.", explained Gunadi without question. Bimo who felt wrong so forced to sit on a barrier that blocks his house and his neighbor. Walls that are as high as the thighs of adults can be used as a seat on the terrace for just chatting. He put his broom on the side of the wall.

"Duk.dik Bimo.so until it stops working.sorry yes.father many mouths.likkum...You are not good.oh yes...Dik Bimo continue first some clean it.later when it is finished to the father's place only..Dik Bimo has not had breakfast yet, right?", Gunadi bargained to his new neighbor.

"Ii.iya.anu sir.I have no taste in the neighbor's nicotine.", Bimo replied to the man.

"Aah ..nothing,Dik.japan place father aja.just the side dish just ..accidentally the father cooked a lot of rice .", said Gunadi back to Bimo. Bimo who felt bad refusing, nodded with a smile.

"Alright, sir.if it does not bother the father.I will go to the father's place if it is clean.." said Bimo back. Gunadi nodded while turning off the cigarette butts that he had smoked earlier.

"Then, my father went into the bath first yes.", said Gunadi with a friendly smile.Bimo only replied with a smile while nodding his head.

Bimo also returned some clean, sweeping and mopping the entire room and rushed to take a shower after his body began to sweat due to sweeping and mopping. Now fragrant fragrant fragrant as cool so felt.

***

Bimo was just about to lock the door of his house, when a man shouted in a loud enough voice.

"Quick out..so slow you're a girl!.Pink like*****!", said a man who looked young enough for a father.

A woman with cheap-looking makeup and braided hair was curled out of the house. He seemed to panic and rush. Bimo who was shocked because of the man's shout turned his head. Turns out that was the target, Misa. The man in front of her looked like her husband. Bimo watched as he opened the door of his house back.He looked as if from the outside and would enter the house. He went in and closed the door of his house. Peeping from window gordyn.

"Sabar donk.mas.I also hurried this.", said Mass to her husband. He panicked while holding the key. The three children standing behind him looked terrified at the anger of his father. The man appeared to be wearing a collared shirt that was inserted into black trousers. He was wearing a belt. Looks so dapper. A thin mustache adorned his face without a smile. Unlike Misa, the wife. He was wearing a short-sleeved knee-length shirt. As well as sandal shoes are entitled to about 2 cm.Hair braided and curled into a bun. His face looked white in contrast to the skin of his mature hands. Like village mothers who preen. His eyebrows are thick with red lipstick. The girl's face is not too bad actually just her make up makes her look kampungan and cheap.

The woman locked the door of her house and walked with her two children. The greatest daughter walked with her father. Until they disappear from Bimo's sight, then he went out of the house again. Lock the door and meet Gunadi.

***

"Just in..Dik Bimo.kidn't locked the door.", said Gunadi from inside the house. The house of his neighbor is not much different from Bimo. Minimal with equipment. Multifunctional front part. Being a living room, dining room and TV room at once. A small TV table complete with a 21-inch flat-screen TV as well as a long desk, with, which is now arranged on top of it with a plate and a small size magic com and side dishes a plate of sardines and a plate of vegetable stir-fry beans. The floor is covered with a fine-feathered carpet. A fan was hanging on the wall.

"I'm sorry.ala rate.", said Gunadi to his new guest and neighbor.

"This is cobain, Vik Bimo.ikan sardines from the workplace father.maklum labor there.if there is a sorting goods reject factory, usually so the target of the employees because the price is priced at half the market price..",said Mr. Gunadi.

"Eh.but make no mistake.this father is no longer a promotion.", he said again with a joke while raising eyebrows. Bimo laughed in response to his neighbor. With just a glimpse of the introduction, Bimo felt his neighbor was the kind of friendly and quite flippant in speaking.

"Where, Vik Bimo ?It's delicious not Dik?", asked Gunadi.

"He-em, sir.it's so good.", said Bimo as he chewed. He said honestly. The sardines are somewhat different from the canned sardines commonly found. The spicy taste is sweet and slightly sour from the taste of tomato sauce and fish meat whose flavor feels permeated into the. Fit with vegetable stir-fry beans that taste crisp and sweet.

"Pak Gun cooks his own vegetables?", asked Bimo mince a little while eating.

"Yes, Dik.sayur sauteed chickpeas gini doank mah.father can cook himself.", replied Gunadi while gobbling his own rice plate.

"Oh yes, by the way Dik Bimo has been acquainted with other neighbors?", asked Gunadi back to him.

Golden opportunity!, thought Bimo hearing Gunadi's question to him.

"No, sir", said Bimo again.

"Indeed if the other 3 rooms next door you know close?", asked Bimo while starting to investigate.

"yah.gak Deket really sich.but you know.", replied Gunadi.

"If the one next to this father's house who is, sir?", asked Bimo to the point on Gunadi.

"Oo..next to ? that's Markus and his wife. They have 3 children.cuma.yah..Bimo Dik was horrifying himself, right ? if you talk like rough and loud.maklum sebrang.cuma sometimes good for his wife.I like to see sometimes socialize with other neighbors.if I am private, rarely Dik...moreover, her husband is hard so.later can runyam.", Mr. Gunadi.

"If the next one is occupied by Tina and Tini mbak...Well if the most end of it was married too, Dik.but have not had children.namely mas Agung and mbak Tarni..her husband was a motor vehicle salesman at the Hyumai company and his wife was also a counter keeper of a big cosmetic store that.if you do not get it wrong.", continued Gunadi again.

"Nothing will be long, Vik Bimo also know kok..cuma if the neighbors yes this.nih.", said Mr. Gunadi while showing the finger next to (home of Mass, the target Bimo).

"Why sir?", asked Bimo curiously.

"Preferably sich do not get too close.His husband is easily suspicious and grumpy.so must be careful to get along with him.if his wife sich, maybe because the mothers yes.is quite friendly and can still mince words ..his children are also quite polite anyway.Sometimes they like to play out.to there tuh..to a basketball court. (while code with a headband, which means out)...",obviously Mr. Gunadi.

"There likes to play a lot of children when the afternoon.", said Mr. Gunadi.

"Later if there is a time just try, Dik Bimo muter-muter here...Sorry, Gunadi has a bike?", Gunadi explained as he ate his last rice feed.

"Sign.pak ..ntar I must be muter-muter..iya sir I have a motor ..oh yes this area is safe to put the motor in the front of the pack?", asked Bimo back.

"Yes.gimana yes..there has been no occurrence of maling sich contracted us.but.yah .be careful to put it in aja,Dik if malem or want to go far..rather than why-why..",answer Gunadi back. This time he downed the cold water.

Bimo who heard it was just nodding. As he recorded in his memory his talk about the target.

***

A lot of costs on every morning weekend..

Amelia had just cleaned and dried her newly washed clothes. He was casually flirting while surfing in the Maya world through his laptop, when a notification from his social media account. A friendship approval sign from Toni Forever account owner. Greetings to him.

He held his sitting position. His spirit began to reappear. He opened his account and looked at the owner of the account who had just approved it.

Amelia's eyes fell apart when she opened a profile album. He found one of the photos where one of them recognized him. It was a photo of one of the Tiam restaurant's waitresses whom he had talked to the first time. The Mass.

The photo is like a garden. Where there are some friends. Amelia didn't really recognize the others. But it looks like it was the servants at the Tiam restaurant. He can guess that because in the photo they wear shirts with maroon red. Like a picnics together..

Suddenly the suspicion of Amelia appeared instantly.Halusian began to guess. Could it be that the boss of the restaurant owner Tiam was the victim of a premeditated murder from his own employees ? Or is one of them a traitor who kills his own boss without anyone knowing ?