Detective Ngegas

Explanation

Interrogation Room, 08.00 WIB

This room is quiet. No one has spoken since twenty minutes have passed. A man with handcuffs on both hands could only fall silent in his chair. He seemed to notice some people passing by behind a door that must have been guarded by several officers. The man sighed.

It was only when it was exactly eight in the morning that the door opened a little harshly. Behind it appears an authoritative man with eyes that look a little damp, or maybe lack of sleep. He walked accompanied by two gallant men who immediately let him enter alone.

The handcuffed man did not welcome Mr. Burhan's presence well. The proof is that he did not even stand or fix his sitting position at all. He is too relaxed, or perhaps challenging. However, to the proud man, he must not show such a face. A sad face, regret and so forth that he deliberately hid with an arrogant attitude.

Mr. Burhan, the man who had been escorted earlier, sat in front of the man in handcuffs. He then fixed his seat. After his position could be said to be authoritative, worthy of respect, he began to insert the fingers of his right hand into the sidelines of his left finger. He took a deep breath and looked at the man seriously.

“So -.-,”ujar Mr. Burhan started the conversation. “Who would like to ask you a question about yesterday's problem first -.-?"

The man then raised his eyebrows. He smiled, even had a small laugh. His slightly swaying body immediately lifted up and sat up straight.

“If possible, I first deh ^.^,”reply smiling man.

Mr. Burhan then opened his palm and thrust it at the man in front of him as a signal that he allowed his request. He nodded, then crossed his arms back.

The man took a deep breath, preparing himself to reveal a statement that might have been painful.

“So, since when did you guys know that I was DJ-.-?”

Mr. Burhan lifted both his shoulders while shaking little.

“Not me or anyone else who knows you're DJ. I only know a few days back. Who knows, it's a flower. He had this plan, which convinced me that a Dika Jutong was the villain we were looking for --,”

Jutong. He felt his chest narrow a little. His breath began to gasp. He tried to hold back the tears that made his throat uncomfortable.

“Then, then. Why did you come? Why didn't he come -.-?”

Just as the sentence was finished being uttered, the door of the interrogation room was slowly knocked. Jutong and Pak Burhan instantly turned their faces to the source of the sound. They immediately exchanged looks. Who would want to throw away his power to knock on the interrogation room?

Mr. Burhan then got up from his seat. He moved his foot to the door that was still knocking. Without hesitation, he opened it. Making that door show who did it.

There stood a pitch-black and shiny haired woman. Her hair is still tied to one. His eyes looked more beautiful than before because he might have had time to clean them. The smile on her lips was so beautiful and radiant. Looks like he just wrapped his lips with lipgloss so it looks more beautiful.

“Again, sir ^0^!”said Flowers excited.

Mr. Burhan then smiled. He began to pull the girl's right ear.

“Hormat, keep late! Want to be a lazy child -.-?!”said she.

“Adu duh! Sick sir! Yes, sorry sorry >.<,”balance Flowers. Mr. Burhan also let go of his jewelry.

Mr. Burhan then ruffled his waist. He looked at the flower with a straight look. While the flowers that have just been sprayed still have to wipe his ears. The place started to turn red.

“You grooming first --?”

“Ih, whatan sir. Not really - --,”

“That's why, your lips until they shine -.-?”

The flower then furrowed its brows. He glazed over his glowing lips. After a longitudinal fluid stuck to his index finger, he began to research. After recalling what he had just done, he nodded.

“I, new to fried food -.-.” reply plain.

Mr. Burhan then took a deep breath. He was lazy to encourage the boy. He knew he liked to be angry. Often eating fried foods will make the throat slimy later. What if he was hoarse like the events of a few years ago, where when he exploded his anger, did not seem the slightest assertiveness. Because his voice looks more like a duck whining.

“Ya. It will not work too if scolded do not eat fried foods a lot. Login --,”

The flowers laughed a little.

This room that was once silent was entered by girls in one direction with such certainty. Ever since his feet stepped and his body entered this room as a whole, he did not show the slightest smile. His eyes looked at Jutong with a meaningful gaze, then sat down before him.

The two people facing each other were staring at each other. They did not even blink their eyes in the slightest. However, it must be in their hearts that there are many questions that are difficult to ask.

Mr. Burhan took a chair and sat down next to Bunga. He seemed to be sitting upright and dignified.

“Hai --,”ujar Flowers. He started the conversation with a hoarse voice, almost about to cry.

“Hai. Still beautiful ^0^.”balas Jutong. Flowers can only smile wryly.

After that sentence, no one wanted to put out a sentence or even a word. They seem to still gather confidence in the events that pass quickly, as if just a dream.

“I'm confused what to say --,”ujar Bunga. He kept both his hands on the table in front of him. “Usually I'm not like this -.-,”

Jutong then showed his smile. He clasped the Flower's hand and widened his smile.

“Little bit. After all, I will not fight --,”reply.

Smiling flowers. It was like feeling the Jutong that used to be here. He also started a conversation.

“So you asked since when did we know that you were DJ-.-?” Jutong then nodded while letting go of his hand. He then held his chin with both hands.

“I personally knew from the beginning. Since the zombie incident at school. If it's Dimas and Mr. Burhan, I'll tell you some time later. If it is not wrong together with the twins -.-,”

“Why do you know? Why don't you catch me right away --?”

“Yes, maybe because I still have doubts. And to find out where I realized that it was my brother Jutong was, when you waved at the school CCTV. You think those sunglasses with blue frames can close your eyes completely? Apparently not. The light that hits it is enough to cast a shadow over your eyes. There, I knew that face. I also said, right, if I knew DJ? Even in front of you. You remember --?”

Jutong then nodded his head. He stared at the ceiling for a while, then looked back at the Flower.

“Listen. I just want to be a listener now. I just can't accept that it turns out that when I try to outwit you, you even outwit. Just tell me everything --,” Jutong said.

Bunga then looked at Mr. Burhan, seeking his approval. Upon seeing the man nod, Bunga looked back at Jutong.

“From there I was curious. What would a Jutong do? Is dangerous? Or beyond reason? I started to question myself. I dare not say it to anyone.

“I'm more sure that it is you when only you ask, ‘who DJ is’. There I got more and more excited about countering the tactics of a senior detective of my own. That's what made me let you still run wild.

“Then, you create a code that shows Halloween Express. You know, right, my family's gonna be here. So with a frozen heart you dare to wreak havoc on that chariot with the man you sent. And, you also know that I will break it in no time. Come on, you just want to see me fretting, don't you.-?”

The flower then breathed. He stopped his words as he felt the emotions within him begin to overflow. Jutong, feeling guilty, patted the woman's back twice.

Mr. Burhan who was aware of the contents of the Flower heart, immediately entered the conversation. He does not want the flower to explode.

“I'll join the story --,”ujar him.

“Please -.-,”balance Jutong with resignation.

Mr. Burhan then sighed, patted the Flower gently on the back, then looked at Jutong.

“I realize there is still a sense of regret in you. I saw when you were trying to help them on Halloween Express. Maybe you think only Dimas would sacrifice his life for the sake of his future father-in-law. But I know, it turns out your estimate was wrong. There is news that Bunga climbing train and it makes you anxious. Until you get down to the CTF. Until you pick up the paper you accidentally left there. Funny --,”

Jutong lowered his gaze. He breathed and began to stretch his body.

“Flower, continue. I still have to think --,”

The flowers then nodded. His breathing was beginning to be regulated. His emotions began to fade.

“Then, another thing convinced me. When I talked about the DJ's plan to pick up the diamond on the 12th, in the middle of the triangle on the map, I actually deliberately invited you. You are good at acting. I let go of one plan I saw by you. And actually it was a trap. You did plan on doing it on the 12th, right? But since your plan has been solved by me, you immediately call your cabal and change the plan. Like I look bad.

“After that, you started to hate Dimas more and more because he was the one who played the most part in stopping your plan. You call Ara, work with her, and seduce her into firing Dimas. But I also got sprayed. I remember very well when you hugged me and said that it was not the thing you expected, I laughed more and more in my heart. You are less able to tell lies.

“From there I was horrified that you kept asking Ara to turn me to the company. Mr. Burhan said it. But Ara didn't want to. He's been following your plan. And from there I started moving. Like there was no you, I became more free to express my plans. And it always works out, if the DJ doesn't know my plan.

“Continue, Puri problem. I remember very well how you got into Puri's room in anger. What I'm surprised at, why are you willing to kill that beautiful woman? His mother told me to find you, tell me how Puri feels. And Puri was very disappointed --,"

Jutong then looked towards Bunga with a tense look. He closed his eyes, trying to cover something up. However, it turned out that the tears he covered could not hide. The water drips straight towards the table. Making Bunga look at Mr. Burhan questioningly.

Mr. Burhan began to act. As a partner, Jutong is a tough guy. Rarely did Mr. Burhan see her sobbing like now. And with pity and worry as usual, Mr. Burhan immediately patted Jutong gently. He did it spontaneously.

"I'm ToT... "The line is still with sobbing. "I didn't make him die. I still love him. He's my ex-lover.--" Jutong replied.

Flowers woken. He also began to view Jutong as his senior brother, not a criminal who had shocked the detective world. Not the DJ he saw there, but a man who felt guilty and disappointed in himself.

Flowers started to follow Mr. Burhan's movements. He clasped Jutong's hand with handcuffs. She was still crying hysterically. And the heart of the Flower was touched by it. Her tears burst out to see the sadness in the man's eyes.

"I was, afraid at the time. He said he was going to kill himself because I saw him with another man. If I'm okay. After all, she's already an ex-boyfriend. But he insisted on ending his life. He screamed that he would catch up with his father. Maybe he's drunk or something, I don't know. To be sure, he suddenly pulled my hand on, retreating steadily until his head formed. From there I could cry. I covered his death with fire, smearing his body with make up only for him to be quickly found. I am also an ordinary man. There was fear in my heart until I ran away. I also regret not talking to him much. And he looks a lot like you, the look on his face. Not his behavior --,"

The last sentence that Jutong spoke made the Flower sigh. Yes, Puri is too good to be compared to her.

"I'm sorry I thought you did it on purpose --," replied Flowers. He also managed to make Jutong raise his head and show the sad face.