CORONAS

12. INVESTIGATIVE

 

April 11, 2046, I devised a plan to follow Yuva from after school until late at night. This secret experiment that Yuva did was like a ball that was kicked and kept bouncing endlessly on my head. Not to mention with news from Alma the other day. He got out of the car at night. Doesn't he know that there have been frequent crimes in this city lately?

“Yuva, I have to go home fast today. Is it okay if I don't drive you today? I have a sudden affair at home,” my pretext to him.

Yuva gave the code with her finger and smiled that she did not mind. I'm not actually coming home. I prepared myself to follow him today.

Wearing slightly thick clothes, trousers, shoes, and a hat and glasses, I pretended to be someone who did not have a job. Sitting leaning against a fence wall next to which there is a shady puring tree to hide a little. My position was across from Yuva's house holding a used newspaper to just perfect my disguise.

I've been waiting here from late afternoon until tonight. Eleven o'clock in the evening, I found a woman I didn't know was out of her house. He appeared wearing casual clothes as usual. But from the bag he carried, it was Yuva's laptop bag that he often carried. Body height, same posture. The difference is the arrangement of hair, masks, and glasses. I'm sure it was him and he was undercover.

 

Yuva lives in a simple house by the side of the road. Not fenced because right in front of the terrace of his house directly connected with the sidewalk of the road. When he was in front of his house, he immediately stopped a passing taxi. Ride it. Spontaneously at that time I took the motorcycle I parked near where I was sitting. I deliberately brought a rented motorcycle so that Yuva would not notice.

 

The motorbike I rented from my neighbor drove harmoniously adjusted the speed of the taxi driven by Yuva. I followed him from behind. Arriving somewhere rather quiet, he went down. I stopped turning a corner on the left to hide myself, while my eyes were still watching him. A few minutes later, a black MPV stopped in front of Yuva. Yuva soon disappeared from sight.

The MPV car carrying Yuva was moving away from where I was. Since this place is quite quiet, I restarted my motorcycle without turning on the lights so as not to invite suspicion. When we reach a busy street, turn on my motorcycle lights. I mingled with other riders to camouflage.

Negative speculations popped into the head. What are they really going to do? Why stop at a closed shop along this street even a few people pass by. Did they sell their bodies to satisfy the old man in order to earn Life Point extras? My mind kept going in that direction. And this keeps my heart beating. My emotions are overflowing and I'm just as restless as a madman.

They chatted while waiting for one of them to unlock the door. Aunt Viola was also seen conversing with one of the men normally. Without flirting or acting flirtatious. They seem to be in business. For now I keep my negative thoughts that had appeared earlier. I want to believe in Yuva longer.

The door opened and they all entered the room leaving the door of the shophouse slightly open. I don't know what they're doing inside I haven't dared to conclude and peek at it. If they accidentally open that door, it means they won't commit indecent acts inside. I thought.

Half an hour passed, I was still watching from the outside and there was no sign of them coming out from the inside. It was so exciting to come and peek inside. But the light outside the shop was too bright. I could get caught if I sneaked through the front. While on the right and left of the shophouse are other shophouses that are also closed.

I'll wait another minute. Several times my mouth yawned under the attack of the hour that was getting late and the cold of the night wind. My eyes still did not feel heavy. My eyes seemed to be resisting the body's reaction that signaled a quick break. I glanced at my watch many times, but it was tired of looking for thirteen.

At one in the morning passed. The date on my watch has also changed. I saw them all come out together and immediately closed the door of the shophouse and got into the car. Yuva still carries her laptop bag. The car was turned on and they rushed back. I immediately restarted my motorcycle and followed the car from behind. In the middle of the desolate streets, I tried my best not to be suspected of being a stalker.

The car stopped at a roadside away from the streetlight to take a dark position. I was in the back doing the same thing. The three men and Aunt Viola got out of the car. They stepped hurriedly up the wall of the fence about three meters high which was located a bit far ahead of their car stopped. One of the men climbed the shoulder of the other man to reach the boundary of the fence while carrying a climbing rope. When he managed to climb onto the fence, he stretched the rope down and jumped into the area inside the fence. Furthermore, the other members just stay up through the rope used because the man who entered at the beginning was definitely going to serve as a rope holder from the inside. My heart was pounding again. Jumping over the fence to a place, it is certain this is a criminal act. Moreover, after a good look, the building inside the fence is quite high – maybe about four floors – is a privately owned bank.

The strong urge to immediately head him overflowed in my mind. If I do, it might invite a big commotion. Security will act immediately. It was likely that Aunt Viola who had come inside could be caught. Not to mention I'm sure one of the guys who didn't get out was guarding from inside the car. In such a moment of confusion, there is something instantaneous. Soon I touched my pocket and dialed Yuva's phone number. I put my phone to my ear. But all that was heard was the answering machine that Yuva's phone was off.

I was in an unfortunate position. Not to mention because of the lack of preparation that I did. Who knew that Yuva would do this extreme? If I were alone I wouldn't be able to stop them without being caught by the guards. Sometimes I hate my nature like this. My flame is too small. But what can be done. For tonight, I'm gonna pretend I don't see.