Bad Boy Agents

Traces 3

“Iya, the sound is exactly from here, Shaka,” Gayatri said after standing next to Shaka. Behind the tree seen from Gayatri.

“Then,” Shaka is getting curious.

“About four people came, out of nowhere. They took my brother while shouting, ‘HOMICIDE! MURDER!’, they surround Rasya with my brother. My brother was beaten up even though he said he didn't kill Rasya. Keep Rasya's body covered with white cloth. Not too long from there, the police car came with ambulance.” Gayatri tried to recall the heartbreaking sequence of events.

“How many minutes?” Shaka wants to convince.

“Gue is not too bad. Maybe about half an hour,” Dahi Gayatri frowned, he was trying to think hard.

Shaka also fell silent, thinking about what happened at that time. “Given the considerable distance from here, it means someone has already caught the ambush. Right after Rasya was confirmed dead,” Shaka said with confidence.

“But I don't want those people calling the police or using e-mail to contact the police. It's just,” Gayatri paused her sentence. Suddenly he remembered something.

“Why?” Shaka immediately asked. He saw clearly the change in Gayatri's expression.

“Dion connected his bokeap, right after those guys came.” Gayatri said slowly. "He also told me not to go there for fear of being beaten," Gayatri's voice sounded soft because her reasoning was still trying to remember the events of the night. How Dion insisted that Gayatri should not come near.

“Dion? Why is she calling her bokepnya?” Shaka was getting curious.

“He said he wanted to ask for help bokapnya, telling my brother had killed someone,” Gayatri answer slowly made the two people look at each other with the same mind.

“Bokap Dion who made the police come here,” said the two men simultaneously.

“Sial! That means Dion was involved. Why wasn't he checked? Why isn't he interrogated?” Shaka's getting restless. His suspicion of Dion grew.

Gayatri simply shook her head, nor could she think of any reason other than the fact that the Dion family was a powerful man.

“Now I ask, why was Dion suspended for one month?” ask Shaka later.

“She was suspended for bullying another student, a second-grader. All students who oernah ngebully, in the same suspension of the school.” Gayatri answered according to her knowledge.

“When?”

“So far she likes other students. I don't know when to start.”

Shaka fell silent, then then smiled slightly. “Sial! I think this is just a trick so that Dion is not involved in the examination,” firmly the man once and then stared at the electric pole in front of him sharply. Imagine that my sister died there.

“I mean lo, my brother was accidentally trapped, same bokap Dion?” Gayatri's mind began to concoct there.

“Gue does not know for sure, but I think from now on we have to investigate Dion secretly.” Shaka said with determination.

Gayatri nodded in agreement, there seemed to be no other choice but to approach Dion. “Should I start to behave better with him? Make him investigate?” ask Gayatri.

Shaka immediately turned his head, looked closely at the girl, then smiled crazily. “Good idea. I know she likes you very much. Why don't we use that chance to get him?” Shaka started to hunch.

“Yes, I will try,” said Gayatri with full confidence.

That afternoon, the investigation continued. Shaka re-examined the area, right on the spot as he found a shoe trail at the spot.

“Do your brothers have military boots?” ask Shaka later.

“Eemm, I don't think so. My brother's shoes are average sneaker shoes. There are some pantofel and slip on. Why?”

“Can I see later?” shaka asked while looking down there, the unspoiled cassava garden.

“Bby,” sahut Gayatri with confidence. Yes he is very confident to work together and open to Shaka.

“Gue thinks, we should know the people who came that night. We need to know their identities.” Shaka said as he looked down there, the cassava garden which became a blue witness of his sister's departure.

“Gue agrees. When do we start?” the spirit of this girl, made Shaka make a smile.

“Now, before we go home.” Shaka said with certainty.

At that time, before returning home the two young people went around the plantation area. Visiting the house of the person closest to the scene. They entered a village that was not very crowded. Being on the outskirts of Jakarta and away from the hustle and bustle.

Ask some citizens and they start to get the identities of those people. Gayatri and Shaka search for the four men. One of them was a middle-aged man relaxing at a patrol station.

“We want to know because we saw cassava in the garden so it was not harvested. Is it because there is a mystical story in that place?” ask Shaka who's pretending.

“Mystic news does not exist, only yes we are still afraid of the trauma,” said the man.

“Trauma why sir?” Gayatri was curious.

“Yes traumatized, see the boy's blood gushed into the face of the other child. So much so that his face was covered with blood.” The man rubbed his face as if it was a face covered in blood.

“Kok can be sampe in blood spray sir?” Shaka with his slow yet determined questioning style.

“Do not know why. We think the child is sick, so until there is blood spurting. But the moment we saw, it turned out his stomach was on a skewer. Strangely, the attacker did not carry a knife. We're looking in the fields and there's no knife thrown out. Weird right?” the man with his confused face.

“Means you didn't see him on the prick?” Gayatri.

“Yes no.”

“Terus why did you hit the perpetrator if you didn't see him stab?” Gayatri began to react. However this man was one of the people who hurt his brother to the point of trauma.

“Ya reflex is just that. I think he killed. So yes we hit let kapok and not run away.” The man replied casually, but it was not that relaxed for Gayatri.

The girl's hands were already clenched, her chest rumbling in annoyance. Perhaps he answered lightly while sipping back his cigarette, while he and his family were made to suffer until his brother entered the mental hospital because of his trauma.

Shaka who saw Gayatri's reaction, immediately grabbed the girl's shoulder. Gripped her softly and patted her to calm her down for a while. He did not want Gayatri's emotions to be provoked. It was obvious that Gayatri sighed deeply to calm herself down. Good work according to Shaka.

“How many people at that time nyamperin the location of the incident?” Shaka was still curious.

“Gue, the Samsul, Idris, the same Tukin. Foursome doang,” I'm the man.

Shaka scrunched his forehead because according to Gayatri there were five people in that place. He glanced at Gayatri and the girl shook her head.

“Fourth father came by after seeing the incident?”

“Yes. At first we thought it was a boy again in a fight, usually young people. As long as I see, that's the other boy in the blood. There are still people shouting murder! Said. Yes I same temen I directly nyamperin.”

“Mr didn't see the man who shouted the murder?” Shaka's getting more probed.

“Liat dimang-lit doang. His clothes are all items, his face looks a little bit like wearing a hat. His nose is so sharp, that's what I want. Keep on wearing gloves items. Same white gold necklace. The pendant made glare, white gold had its red in the middle. Very tight fitting hit the lamp. That's the doang I want,” the bright man.

Shaka and Gayatri compactly turned to each other after hearing the man's explanation.

“By the way you guys aren't cops are you? I didn't make it to the police, did I?” the man looked at Shaka and Gayatri full of probing.

“Not sir. Can you see I'm still abege gini? Where to deal with the police.” Shaka answered her question while tagging the man.

“Kiraaiin.. You two like to race yes, the bike is good so. Can I take photos not the same motor?” ask the old man with enthusiasm.

“Wah can dong Sir. Here let me take photos,” Shaka said happily.

“Wah yes. Havenya. Take lots of pictures, make me show off!” the man moved with enthusiasm, tidying up his clothes and his hair was thin.

“Siap Sir! Mr. standing here let me photoin.” Shaka was happy to help.

The man immediately posed next to Shaka's motorcycle. Taking some of the styles immortalized through his smart phone. Gayatri just smiled at the behavior of Shaka and the man.

“Wiihh, photo kece-kece. Thanks ya!” exclaim that man.

“He is both Sir. Later if for example I find the father again, make it okay?” shaka Pinta.

“Ya can, just come here.”

“Each Sir, thank you very much.” Shaka said happily. One day he could use this man as a witness to his sister's case.

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