The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 43: Complicated Research

Anto just came out of the house to a shop pecel ayam bada magrib. He rode his motorcycle that night. Actually his body is less fit. But what is the power of his stomach thrashing hunger.

He parked his motor. His body that was stirred like a fever in the wind made him choose to wrap his order. While waiting for an order. Accidentally someone looked at him and noticed from a distance not far enough. Feeling familiar and familiar with the face, the man patted her on the shoulder.

"Yes...Anto isn't it ?restaurant employee Tiam?", said a voice that was none other than Junta.

The man was shocked to the point of looking at the young policeman.

"Eeh..bapak..polisi..aduh..i forgot his name.", said Anto a little bit of excitement so surprised did not expect him to meet here with the police.

"Yes ..my Junta..still inget right?", replied the Junta replied to the man's surprise.

"Loh, you live here ? Malem-malem kok wander far here sir?", asked Anto to the young policeman.

"So I've finished my way there..Apps and Techno Warehouse (a special store of technological equipment).there I bought..trus through here the intention to eat,eh met you.narrow turns out yes this world...",junta said while lifting a large enough grocery bag and trying to melt the atmosphere that seemed stiff.

"Oo..bapak lives here ? How far did he play until here?", asked Anto back.

"No. I am far from here.I live in the Mangga Gedong area.Yah.mau how else.the only computer equipment store and the most complete technology is only there..anyways, all of them from the house at night Sunday.", replied the Junta luwes.

"Oh yes, have you eaten?", asked Junta suddenly remembered his destination there when the waiter who was frying the chicken glanced at him.

"This.pak.myself again pesen but want me to take home aja.my body again gereges not good.eat at home aja ", Anto answered a bit clumsy.

"Oo ..your house is here anyway?", asked Junta back.

"Ii.iya sir.iya contracted the decks here.", Anto answered briefly. When the waiter handed over the package. He handed over 20 thousand bills, which the seller then gave a change of paper money five thousand new output.

"Sir, I'm sorry I first yes.I'm not feeling well anymore.", said Anto pamit on Junta.

"Ooh.iya.please.mau me anter mas?", the Junta bargain on the man when he saw his face did look a bit pale.

"No need, sir, I have a motorbike" Anto answered with a smile and nodded his head.

"Yo wis.be careful on the road yes, mas Anto.", replied the Junta back.

"Bang pecel lele use nasi uduk and a glass of 1 sweet tea yes.", junta said to the seller who was preparing another order.

"Every mas.wait first yes.", said the seller who was busy frying in front of a large frying pan, taking care of the orders of the buyers who began to crowded.

Sunday night the Duku Baru area is very crowded.Not only not far from the surrounding there is a culinary hawker center but also only a few tens of kilometers there is a mall and a warehouse that was visited by the Junta is one-on-onethe only place that specializes in selling various electronic needs and things smelling the most complete technology has even been named the largest electronic warehouse in Southeast Asia. Be the area around here also crowded and began to look traffic density. The more night it goes to this area the more crowded when Sunday night arrives.

About 15 minutes he waited, long enough for an order. But since that Sunday night he was not in a hurry, he enjoyed it.

A few seconds later, a waiter gave his order. The junta hastily devoured him. A day wandering around looking for a memory hard drive and the need for his laptop, making his stomach hunger fierce. All day, it was just breakfast. It's just a slice of toast with peanut butter. No doubt when the smell of pecel catfish mixed with the rice sat approaching, it devoured quickly.

This shop is just a simple tent shop. But big enough for a tent stall. It seems that he is also quite famous. Although only selling a variety of chicken pecels, catfish, bebek from fried to burned, but Junta saw the night, this tent stall increasingly began to be crowded with customers who want to enjoy the menu here.

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Until the phone ring sounds. A message went to his phone.

A chat came in from the lover.

Have you eaten, baby ? Can I deliver food for you ? I'm sorry I forgot to visit you tonight.So I was together.you know.so I can't go to your place.I'm afraid he's suspicious about our relationship.You're okay right ? If there are no obstacles, tomorrow I will go to your place.I miss you dear..

Anto didn't reply to the message. He let it go.Fatigue plus a body that is less fit slowly makes him feel sleepy. He rushed to tidy up all the junk he had eaten. Washing his hands and feet. Then lay it on his bed. Closing both eyes

He remembered his lover. Beautiful face with ideal body. His passion is the same as men in general. But the thought of marrying that woman makes all her male libido suddenly go down. He was just a chef in a simple restaurant.If it only financed himself, the man was still willing. But to finance his wife and child later, is not an easy matter.

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In a light blue house..

Bimo who has arrived since the magrib was sitting after praying isya. He turned his laptop back on. He really did not expect today. All his alibis or prejudices are like being ruffled back after he got the info from his IT colleagues and a fact he met Reni at the location given by his friend.

Now all the puzzles that he was stacking like almost scrambled back. Darsim, who he almost always suspected, now turned to Reni, the Tiam restaurant official. Could it be that girl ? A woman turns out to be the perpetrator of a murder case that she handled ?That how ?fellow women ?

"Ah.taste is impossible in Bimo's mind. But, is nothing impossible in this crazy age?!", Bimo said in his mind. Bimo's mind was now in chaos.

He wore his t-shirt and shorts in a room filled only with a thin folding mattress with a plastic cabinet rack.

The front room has been turned into a garage for his motorcycle. Following Gunadi's advice, his neighbor. Instead of why-why, he also parked and inserted the motor. Be the front room into a garage for him. Until it left a bedroom with a kitchen and bathroom next to it.

Bimo is back with his laptop. When he saw several notifications telling him about his friend request had been received on social media. He saw, only the female employees of the Tiam restaurant received her friendship. Mass, Princess, and Reni.

"Ah basic woman! it was the turn of the handsome guy who added their approved friend request", thought Bimo for a moment.

Eh..but.wait..what ??? Misa and Reni, who he met this afternoon, have also accepted his friendship request.

"Good!", muttered Bimo in his heart.Bimo also began to be more enthusiastic about his investigation.

He began to open one by one the contents of the account. First, he started with Reni. Because of the incident this afternoon, Bimo made curious about this woman. Moreover, he is the person who was found in the location given by his colleagues in the IT police. Making that woman one of the prime suspects in Bimo's mind now.

And...

The more he traced one by one the source was.the more alibis raged in Bimo's mind. Who deserves to be the prime suspect in this murder case ?

Slowly his alibi and his once great suspicion of Darsim now begin to fade when Reni instantly appears in his mind to be one of the suspects due to the events of this afternoon. But what's the motive if this woman did it ? Or maybe this murder is a plotting conspiracy committed by several perpetrators and arranged in detail and neat ? Bimo is getting dizzy.

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