The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 42: Who Is the Actual Perpetrator ?
Saturday afternoon Bimo just lying on a makeshift folding mattress. After having a full breakfast with Gunadi, his neighbor, he returned to his house. The only entertainment is the laptop and the phone.
He did not want to waste time on his investigation. He plugged his plug-and-play modem into his laptop. He was busy finding out what data he had. Re-view video footage of Junta during his investigation with restaurant employees. He's wearing his headset. Worried the sound of video footage will be heard to his next-door neighbor.
He tried to find out about Misa, the target and employees of Tiam restaurant through his social media account. Some of them locked their accounts to the public. It was hard to see their profiles one by one.
The old-fashioned way he used it. Just like Amelia, she created a fake account with fake photos. But Bimo uses a slightly different trick. He added first some friends from the employees of the Tiam restaurant that they opened their accounts to the public. Some who are online, approve friend requests requested by Bimo with the name of his fake account Jumanji. I don't know why he used that name. Jumanji.The name that suddenly crossed Bimo's mind. Similar to her favorite movie title. Jumanji's.
He had gained about 15 friends from the five Tiam restaurant officials. Which he added randomly from dozens of people. With this capital plus some photos that he uploaded to disguise his fake account, he managed to make it as if it was an original account belonging to someone.
Without much thought, then Bimo add the five employees of the restaurant Tiam.To search deeper each of their profiles. He waited a few hours and no one approved his friendship. He also switched to his email. No important new emails coming in.
Suddenly the phone sounded. A sign of the incoming message.Bimo opened it. An incoming message reads :
Mo,gw already got the info and location that you asked for.gw share location from the target yes.But, this I get from the data location of the most frequent the target is located.because from the data call the target there are many locations scattered. There is one location where the perpetrator is.
Message from his co-workers in the IT section. On Saturdays sometimes some police who are handling cases usually like to go in for overtime. Especially those who have not had a family. Like this friend. He is in IT management. Commonly requested for investigations that are digital or computer based.
A message that brings enlightenment.
Bimo replied briefly with a yes answer. As he thanked her for the help of her friend. Not long after another message came from his partner. He sends a reply in the form of the location of the target and the type of phone he uses.
Bimo began to plan. The location of the destination is not too far from the rented house. About 1.5 hours by motor. He was considering.maybe he should have left that evening. He saw the clock on his laptop. Nail 13.00 wib. The sun is still very hot. Makes himself a little lazy to get out of the house. But he didn't have much time in the investigation.
He was counting the time in his brain. Ah, at 14:00 wib he's out. If there is no aral, he can check and until the location around 15:30. To muter-muter and find out about 1 hour. About half 5 or 5 o'clock he can be finished.
Umm. After all it's Sunday night. He had no girlfriend to date and was rather dumb in his nursery without success, Bimo thought. Finally he decided to search the location of the target and other useful information that afternoon. He surfed for a moment in cyberspace, before finally at 2 hours less he went out of the house riding his motorcycle.
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Bimo pushed his motorbike to the middle of the new road he turned on the engine. He also drove to the location he got. The streets were not too crowded. Bimo wore a donker blue plain shirt jacket. Because the sun shines quite hot, making lazy to wear a leather jacket that he usually wears while working.
About 1.5 hours less he has been in the location given by his friend. The location is not too crowded. Like most residential areas with narrow alleys loading one car. But the place is quite crowded with cart food vendors lined up in every alley.
Bimo doesn't know where to go. He looked back at his phone. Search for the location in question. There is no exact location or details of the share location given by his friend. He was at the point he gave. See some of the features on the map. It's appropriate. But he was now in a street alley.
Yes, he saw his watch was still at 3 hours past a few minutes.a tiring journey plus the scorching heat, Bimo was looking for a place to stay in the area. A meatball place just so happens to be there. He parked his motor.
Take a sitting position towards the road that can see the motorbike parked. Bimo ordered a glass of orange ice and a bowl of meatballs complete with noodles and vermicelli. He had not had lunch from his departure.
He enjoyed the orange ice. So he added another glass. The savory aroma of meatballs stirred up Bimo's hungry stomach. He ate that food. Bimo was there for half an hour. Until his eyes looked surprised. A haired woman passes over the shoulder with blond brown hair paint marks. His skin looked clean white. He was wearing a tight shirt with short-sleeved jeans that showed his flawless white skinny legs and a pair of swallow flip-flops.
"Bang, buy the meatballs 2 and the sweet orange ice 2. Wrapped yes, bang.", said the woman.
Bimo who watched from a distance no more than a meter saw and heard clearly the conversation of the seller and the buyer. It was a shock not to see the girl.
Not because the woman looked beautiful Dimata Bimo which made Bimo surprised. But the woman was someone she knew. He was one of the Tiam restaurant employees that Junta interviewed in his video. Reni. Suddenly, all Bimo analysis. He did not expect the girl he would meet here.
Bimo hurriedly paid after the girl passed with her order wrapped. He waited for a while until the girl felt far enough away from his sight. He started the engine and followed it.
The girl seemed to be walking alone that afternoon. He went into an alley. And stop at a simple two-story house that is quite beautiful.Bimo himself does not know whether it is a boarding house or indeed the owner's house. Bimo noticed for a moment from the distance of the house.With slayer covered his face and only visible both eyes. He then drove his motor past the house.
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In that simple house...Reni had just opened the door with the key she had and closed and re-locked the door.
The house looks simple from the outside with a lush guava tree in front.real inside has 5 bedrooms.3 bedrooms above and 2 rooms below. each floor has 1 shared bathroom.
On the lower floor there is a small kitchen with a gas stove 2 furnaces and a refrigerator 1 door. As well as a dish rack and a dishwasher. A TV room with a 21-inch television is used as a shared gathering space.
It turned out that it was a special boarding house for women whose boarding mothers did not live in it.
Geck..Geck...Geck...
A thick black-haired woman opened her bedroom door wide.
"This is your order, Put.", Reni said to a co-worker who is also his roommate.
"Oh..makasih,Ren..eat at my place or in the TV room only?", Reni said to her friend.
"Tivi Airuang ajalah.lanti your room as bright as the smell of meatballs.." said Reni teasingly.
"Yo wis you first deh.later I will follow down ..", replied the Princess again. Reni nodded and descended back to the 1st floor carrying her meatballs and orange ice. He took a bowl and a glass and sat down in a TV room that only had a 21-inch TV hanging with a walled bracket and a hairy carpet with a tiger motif as the base. It turns out that Reni is not alone there are 2 other residents who are watching TV while carrying snacks.
The smell of meatballs as fierce as making both of his roommate also commented.
"Wah.enak actually nich smells.", said one of them.
"You want a chip, a bucket?", Reni bargained with her roommate. They both shook their heads.
"No, we had lunch..The smell just uploads taste.", said one other.
"Yo wis..I ate yes, mbak.", Reni said back to mince words.
"Put..hunting.gw eat first yes.", shouted Reni while staring at the stairs to the 2nd floor. The princess who half ran down the stairs also joined in.
"Yes, Ren.sorry.tadi gw abis lipetin clothes that have been dried from clothesline..nich.gw also want to follow the meal together..",replied the Princess as she headed to the kitchen and poured the meatballs in the package into the bowl and the orange ice into a large glass.
Soon he also dined with Reni and the other two boarding residents who were watching a thriller about the mafia. They were engrossed in eating while throwing each other jest and chatter enjoying the afternoon on the eve of the week.
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