A FOOL! WHEN ARE WE GONNA MEET?

A Hunch That Becomes Reality

The next morning I was awakened by the sound of police sirens and ambulances under the apartment building. At first I was indifferent to the problems that occurred, but suddenly got up because my apartment door was typed and the sound of a bell blaring. After putting on the hijab and washing my face with wet wipes, I immediately opened the door of the apartment. When opening the door, two uniformed policemen saluted me, and asked permission to ask.

"Sorry to interrupt your morning!" The police officer said friendly

"Not bother at all, sir! But what's wrong, sir?" I said with a warm smile

"You from the central police are investigating a murder case on the 6th floor of this apartment! Please answer all questions honestly!" Said the police officer

"Well, I'll work together as much as possible!" My heart as the two policemen looked at me for approval

"Did you hear anything suspicious last night?" Question begins

"No!" My answer is honest

"Do you know a victim named Awalia Fitri?"

"I know him!"

"What is your relationship with the victim?"

"Me and Fitri are friends! But what happened to Fitri?" I just wanted to make sure instinct

"So early this morning at 05:20 pm, the victim named Avalia Fitri was found dead in her room!"

"Who found the victim?" Ask me to wonder

"You only need to answer the question and it is forbidden to ask any further!" Said the police officer

"..." I kept quiet thinking of some possibilities

"Did you interact with the victim for a few days?" Ask the police to continue

"What time did the victim get out of here exactly?"

"At 22.55 wib, right at that hour and he said he wanted to go shopping to the supermarket before going home." I said considering there was indeed a discrepancy when Fitri left here.

"Well then thank you for your cooperation!" Police pamphlet

"Together sir." I said and the two policemen passed away.

Though at the moment my head is working on thinking about some irregularities from Fitri last night, but cheap because I don't want to be taken to the police station as a temporary suspect. I immediately rushed to change clothes, to go to the scene on the 6th floor of Fitri's apartment. When we got to the 6th floor, the police barrier was installed right in front of the elevator because there was blood on the elevator door.

I went into the crowd that saw the police working and the forensic agencies looking for evidence. It was really an unexpected event, it turned out that my premonition of death was really happening, and his fate was right about Fitri who just last night talked to me about his work. The two policemen who questioned me earlier were seen talking to a young man like them, apparently reporting on the testimonies of the neighbors.

Suddenly one of the policemen who saw me in the crowd pointed at me as if he was looking at a murder suspect. And sure enough, I was immediately asked to come to the police station to be interested in further information about the case of killing fitri. Everyone here started whispering about me to be taken to the police station. I went with the police with open arms and without a fight because there were some things I wanted to ask.

"Hus... Don't carelessly talk! Nak Ruka is a kind and friendly person." said one mother dismissing gossip.

"Who knows mom! He looks kind and friendly.he knows psychopaths!" Said other mothers

"Don't be prejudiced that doesn't bu..." But the other mothers

"@$#%#^$£%_\=¥¥/¥€(*#£*-*@*@(........" gossip continued until I disappeared

When I got out of the elevator door, the people there also noticed me who was guring the police to the police car. Whispers full of presumptions again popping like an annoying mosquito hum. I was indifferent to what they were humming, because now my head was filled with questions.

When I got into the car I was in the spot by the two policemen as if they were prisoners who could escape at any time. Fortunately these young policemen knew how polite my relatives were, so they made room for me to sit in the middle, because after all they looked respectful with the rain that covered half my body.

Arriving at the police station I was immediately taken to the interrogation room and allowed to sit alone in a 4x4 room, with a mirror on one side of the wall. All I know from behind that one-way mirror must be someone watching me, this knowledge I get from watching mostly action movies. As per the wishes of the police I just sat back and thought about whether there might be something missing from my memory of our conversation last night.

Suddenly I remembered something, it turned out like this was like being in an interrogation room that I could only see from behind the scenes. I swear I want to laugh, but I can't laugh when I'm being watched by the state law anymore. Seat, I looked at my own pretty face with slightly chubby cheeks, I just realized that my face that has not been bathing still looks beautiful and cute.