Code 810 - Running to Stay Alive
Chapter Three
A man of about thirty-five years old walked into the division room under the leadership of Mr. Brox after coming out of the elevator which had just stopped right on the floor where the 810th division was be in.
The man who was quite handsome with small muscles that poked slightly from the beige shirt he used that day, signified that he was a person who enjoyed sports.
With an above average height and sweet face makes it unsightly even by fellow men. But even so he also looks tangled today because it seems like he lacks rest
upon seeing the man walking limped into his study, detective Egan immediately approached to meet him and greet him as warmly as he could.
POV detective Egan..
“Detective Egan?“ the man asked to make sure that the person in front of him was the one who contacted him a while ago and invited him to come to the police station.
“That's it, I'm detective Egan. Are you Arjuna Sukmadjaya?“ replace it now I'm the one who asked to make sure that I didn't get the wrong thing from meeting people.
“Betul. I am Arjuna. Am I being asked here now related to my wife's whereabouts?“ ask Arjuna.
After he was both convinced that we were meeting the right person and then I directed Arjuna, the husband of the victim walked into a special room provided by the division for the families of the victims who were invited by the police to try to find additional information that would help them to solve the case is walking.
“Please wait here for a moment Mr. Arjuna. I will be back soon,”, I said after allowing Arjuna to sit down.
Arjuna sits in a room painted in bright blue to bring comfort and calm to those who enter.
It is expected that with it they, the families of the victims can calmly hear the news of grief or also provide information about the victims that can be used as data that helps detectives to investigate.
Then I went out to call my partner, detective Keiko. As always, for me and detective Keiko, confronting and informing the families of the victims is the hardest part of our work.
“Has the victim's husband arrived?“ detective Keiko asked when she saw me back at the desk.
“Already,” I answered briefly while looking for everything that can help me can calmly give sad news to Arjuna.
Detective Keiko stood up and held my shoulder and said, “We did it together. Whatever it is for us, for the families of the victims must be much heavier. I was once in that position, you know that,” detective Keiko said with sadness still left in her tone.
I who understand very well the meaning of my colleague was nodding his head slowly while trying to examine myself, because after all for me this one job is still heavy.
After finishing from the pantry immediately entered the room while carrying a glass of water with room temperature and I put it right in front of the husband of the victim who was still sitting tensely waiting and guessingtell me what news will be heard from the two detectives in the room along with him.
“Thank you very much!“ said the husband of the victim, then he took the glass and immediately drank it until only the remaining half.
Meanwhile, the, detective Keiko who had entered first was sitting in the chair right across from the husband of the victim and they exchanged views as if commanding each other to start a conversation that eventually reported the news to the victim's husband.
“Pak Arjuna, we will tell you something,” detective Keiko who finally started.
“Is this about my wife, Sephia?“ asked Arjuna with a hopeful tone and spirit.
Detective Keiko glanced at me who was equally confused and restless when she heard the question from Arjuna.
“Actually we will report a sad news to you,” I continue to talk and the look on the face of the husband of the victim changed instantly.
That hopeful face had now turned puzzled but it seemed to have guessed what he was going to hear from us, the detectives, the detectives, her face was now gray as if there was a black cloud above her head covering the rays that fell onto her sweet face.
“We found a woman's body on the city park's run path that we identified as your wife, Sephia Sukmadjaya,“ I who can already self-destruct trying to give that information with full confidence so that the husband of the victim did not guess and still have false hopes in him.
Hearing what was said by me, the face of the victim's husband became even more pale and with a trembling tone he tried to ascertain what he had just heard, he said, “Are you guys sure that it's my Sephia? Is it true my wife?“
“We found your wife's identity card at the scene of the crime and we have confirmed both the data written on the identity card with the victim's facial identifier and fingerprint in our data base, regretfully we make sure that it is indeed your wife,” Detective Keiko replied in a tone that was also filled with sadness.
The victim's husband put down the glass he still held earlier and rewind his seat trying to take a deep breath that seemed difficult for him to do even though this should be a daily activity that he was not even aware of doing so.
Detective Keiko was worried about seeing the state of the victim's husband but as he was about to advance towards the victim's husband, I tried to hold him back.
They must make room for the husband of the victim who is trying to process the information he receives, validate it and gradually accept the situation.
Again, today Keiko and I have to see a heartbreaking backup that breaks our hearts. A scene that always makes us feel very uncomfortable and as much as possible we can see despite the fact in this work, he said, we must always face the situation even not infrequently we must try hard to strengthen the families of the victims and be the people they can rely on in this non-wearing situation
