CEO THUGS

Meet me!

The weather this afternoon felt very stifling in the throat. Ken who was driving using a motorbike certainly burned the heat of the sun. Time shows at 12 noon. The solar system is directly above the head. Ken should have brought Hilda's car, but, it's impossible to drive so fast in this hour of rest. Jakarta traffic jams are inhumane at lunchtime. The most friendly mode of transportation to get to the destination quickly, yes only the motor.

"Sir, you'll be down in front of the alley" Ken orders the online taxi driver who is being hired. The biker who was a middle-aged father nodded slowly while still concentrating on racing his iron horse. Their helmets sometimes flutter if they cross a hollow road or accidentally rush without seeing small steps made by residents to withstand the speed of vehicles that cross their alley.

"Here, Boss?" The father stopped the speed of his motorbike in front of Gang Sikatan X, according to Ken's instructions.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, yes" said Ken waving his hand.

"Don't forget the 5-Star, Boss," His lamba is answered by the online ojek driver template who always looks for a rating for order smoothness.

"Beresss!"

Ken then stepped foot into a densely populated alley commonly found in the city of Depok. The Sikatan X Gang is only 2 meters wide with small ditches on the right and left of the road. Of course the car will not fit into the alley. Along the way, many houses lined up with a large area that is not how much. There are no trees either. The blistering atmosphere was becoming more inevitable.

Ken pulled over to the house that was quite old, but looked clean. The walls of the house are attached to each other between neighbors. Misguided efficiency about buildings that make housing uncomfortable. However, what is the power of a home contractor who only lives? They did not even participate in the development plan. Of course, inevitably they rent the house even though they have to live in the noise that might be created by their next-door neighbors.

"Assalamu'alaikum, excuse me," Ken knocked on the door of the green house. In one building complex, there are four houses lined up neatly with walls, but have different wall colors. Maybe so easily addressed by their guests, because the shape of the house contracted with each other, is really similar and seems to be owned by one manager only.

Geck.

Geck.

"Excuse me....... "

Ken tried knocking on the house again, but still without an answer. Suddenly the next door opened the door.

"Nyari ready, tong (son)?" ask a mustachioed man with a singlet shirt and a slightly sagging sarong, at Ken.

"Nyari ibuk lives here, sir," replied Ken. The man tried to knock on the door hard.

BRACKET!

BRACKET!

BRACKET!

"DOG ELIIIH.... ENIHHH.. ADE NYARIIIKKKK!!!,"

Ken terjangkankan do not believe that visiting in Depok must have a soul like TIM S.W.A.T who is ready to break into the house of a kidnapping suspect.

"IYEE.. IYEE.. BENTAAARR!!" tell someone from behind the door.

"Sorry ye, Tong. Die it was a bit bolot (deaf)," explained the father. Ken smiled awkwardly but was very grateful for the kindness of the neighbor who helped him to meet smoothly.

"Udeh ye, Babe mo sleeping again, Ati-ati ntar rumahnye," the father's message and Ken nods.

"Sape is a gini bedug" the woman who was inside the house grumbled but kept the door open.

"yeah? Ye ready?"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Oh, Si Dito? Kemane ye tu son. It's been two days not coming home,"

"I just want to get a book, Mom. Can I go to her room?" ken told me he was lying.

"O.. Iye Iye's.. Come in, in,"

Unsuspecting, Dito's mother lets Ken into the rented house. Feeling that he had no valuables to steal or expensive furniture that might be taken, Dito's mother casually let strangers into his house.

Ken looked around, a small but neat house. There is only one room, one bathroom, and a kitchen connected to the laundry and dishes. In the corner of the kitchen there is a special area for the place of cardboard, bottles and glasses of used mineral water collected in sacks. Mother Dito's profession as a scavenger is clear when she sees a room full of dry garbage ready to sort.

"On top of that, tuh," pointed Dito's mother to a wooden staircase that was wide enough, and connected to a narrow room. There is no special deck that makes the second floor look livable. Only the maksa stairs connect the first floor to the balcony of Dito's room.

"Excuse me, ma'am.... "

"Yes... Naek aja's... "

Ken stepped slowly down the stairs made of wood. He found many books piled up and a photo hanging. Photo of Dito with his mother and brother. Apparently, the woman who died in Club X was her brother.

Quickly, Ken searched for clues that could be useful. Disassembled piles of books in sealed cardboard. The cardboard was written "Sister stuff".

Tearing the brown adhesive sealing the top of the cardboard, there is only a pile of books and clothes and accessories for women. Ken uncovers the pile so he can examine it carefully, but he finds no clues. Shelves of bookshelves located on the bed also only store comics, as well as textbooks.

"Huaaahs.... "

Ken's sweat soaked most of his upper body like being in a sauna. Ken looked exhausted and felt claustrophobic from being in that cramped room for too long. His shirt was fluttered to catch the wind coming in through the window of the krapyak at the top of Dito's gold-pigured photo, there were only portraits of the three of them, no photos of his father.

Ken then sat down while observing the entire narrow room owned by Dito. If there is a suspicious item, of course it has been taken by the police to serve as evidence. But they found nothing here. There must be a secret place that can serve as a storage of important clues for the death of Dito's sister, Shayna Narendra.

Ken gave a look back. He was curious about the photo under the window. Ken kind of forgot Shayna's face because he only met at a glance. He took the photo, apparently Shayna is very similar to Elih's mother, because of her thin stature, in contrast to her brother who is round and fat. Ken was about to restore the frame but his hand slipped as it was soaked in sweat. The pigura fell and broke.

AAPARRR!

"Eh, Tong!! Eluh no papa? What broke???" Shouted Mother Elih between shocked and worried to hear something breaking above her house.

"No papa ma'am, I'm sorry this is a picture of the craziness," replied Ken looking for an excuse. His eyes seemed to find something suspicious. His hand approached to take the item carefully so as not to be hit by scratches of glass that shattered into pieces. His smile flared, his face brightened.

"Tongs... Ibuk can not naek yak, afraid of collapsing. Eluh buruan down gih. Beresin used to be a shardsnye. "the order of Miss Elih who never checked Dito's room for fear of falling. At a young age, slipping is a life-threatening cause.

"Ready, Mom!" answer Ken spirit.

This time, he found the item he was looking for. Not long after, Ken resigned. He then slid to the KSP Headquarters which has a fist ring. Ken can't wait to take the next step.

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(Connected)

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