FRIEND OF THE NATION
EPS 55 MYSTERIOUS OBJECTS
EPS 55 MYSTERIOUS OBJECTS
Trust is not derived from the number of words, but the synchronization between words and deeds, the compatibility of theory with facts, the harmonization of teaching with behavior and the actualization of mind with clarity of heart. Trust cannot be asked for, but it grows out of the confidence others have in us.
In the room in Misman's house, Ballan sits down. Melin's gentle eyes, even made her face more agitated. Grain of sweat filled his forehead, even though it was quite cold that night. Flowing one by one soaked his dashing face and his sturdy body.
“Say Ballan, what makes you so nervous?” ask Melin.
Ballan was silent. Maybe he was looking for the right words to tell what was going on in his mind.
“Did you see anything weird in the parking lot today? Suspicious strangers?” tanya Melin fished out Ballan's words.
His men are indeed strong and courageous lions. But I don't know why they're at a loss for words when they're dealing with him.
“Betul chairman,” Ballan said finally.
Melin scrunched her forehead. While his right hand signaled to Marlon, who was impatient.
“Betul? What do you mean?”
“So afternoon there was a suspicious stranger in the parking lot.”
“Hm, what makes you suspicious?”
“Mak.I mean, at first it was not suspicious, but after the ambush, I started to suspect.”
Melin nodded her head. Marlon looked increasingly upset. While Erizal sat quietly while observing the circumstances around.
“Now tell me calmly, that person you suspect. What is he doing in the parking lot?”
Ballan took a deep breath, then exhaled it in a long groove.
“He left an object neatly wrapped to me. He said a friend would take it. But I refused it, I just told him to put the package in an easily visible place. Let me not forget.”
Merlin gasped. He looked at Marlon and Erizal in turn.
“Has his friend already come to pick up the item?” ask Marlon.
Ballan shook his head.
“Then I heard the sound of a firearm eruption. There was a commotion for a moment. But after that no one came to pick up the package, even though I had been waiting for him until afternoon.”
“What's that package you took?” ask Marlon again.
Ballan shook his head back.
“No. Actually it was to be kept with Andreas, but I forbid it. I thought the guy might pick up the parcel after we got home.”
Marlon turned his eyes to Melin. For a moment they were silent, playing with their own thoughts.
“Is the person who entrusts goods to you dressed in black? I mean, wearing black pants, t-shirts and leather jackets?” ask Erizal then.
This time Ballan nodded his head.
“True. His person is tall skinny, his appearance is quite clean.”
Erizal turned his attention to Melin.
“Chairman. It is likely that the person was a suspected drug courier who was shot dead by police in an ambush earlier this afternoon.”
The tense atmosphere increasingly engulfed their hearts and minds.
“What's your suggestion, Erizal?” ask Melin.
“We tell AKP Wildan this event. After that, we have to move quickly to the parking lot before the goods are taken people,” Erizal said.
Melin immediately pulled out her phone, then contacted the police officer from Kulonprogo Police. After that they immediately moved quickly to the airport parking location. Arriving at the place there was already some police intel securing the place. Apparently they moved quickly, once there was suspicious information. Police lines were attached along the place, so they could not get inside.
“How sir? Does the item still exist?” melin asked one of the guards.
“Not yet found. We've searched every corner of this place, but the result is zero.”
Then another policeman walked up to them.
“I pack.”
“You are allowed inside.”
Ballan walked in accompanied by the anxious gazes of Melin and her companions. Until the young man's body disappeared from view due to the still dark atmosphere of the night, the girl could not shake off her anxiety. Many times his gaze turned around, looking for the figure of AKP Wildan, the commander of the drug unit he knew.
***
The young policeman took Ballan to his commander, Aipda Erwin.
“Hei, you whose name is Ballan,” Erwin greet kindly while smiling widely.
“Iya brother. My name is Ballan,” said the native young man of Maluku.
The young officer took Ballan to sit down, then gave him a pack of cigarettes. One of his men served him a cup of hot coffee.
“Try you to tell me about the incident this afternoon. I want to hear it right from your lips.”
Ballan nodded his head. Then he recounted the events of this afternoon from beginning to end. Then Aipda Erwin asked him various things. Surprisingly, the young officer not only asked about the problem that had occurred in the parking lot earlier this afternoon, but also his friends in the Misman gang.
“So now the one holding the helm is Melin. His deputy is Marlon?” asked Erwin as if to affirm.
Ballan nodded his head.
“Then that was on guard at anyone's parking lot?”
“I, Banardi, Upe and Andreas.”
“Is there a working hour?”
“Yes. From half-hour five in the morning to half-hour five in the afternoon.”
“After that?”
“Usually another member who is night parking. Only..”
“What?”
“After the ambush event last day, the night all the members were gathered and all the parking lots were closed.”
“You mean, only tonight your parking lot closes?”
Ballan nodded his head.
“When you came home earlier, did you notice any strangers coming here?”
“Nothing. Coincidentally I was waiting for the person who would come to pick up the package, so I deliberately went home the last after my friends.”
“Good. Ballan's last question, among your three friends, who do you trust the most?”
Ballan was silent, his face was confused. Apparently he did not understand the meaning of the question.
“What do you mean sister?”
“Hm, look. Among Banardi, Upe and Andreas, who do you think works best and can you trust?”
Ballan was still silent, this time his face wrinkled like he was remembering something.
“Which works best and I trust most ..hm..Banardi.”
“OK. Then the work is ugly and can not you believe?”
“The laziest one is Upe, but the least I trust is Andreas.”
Erwin smiled at Ballan's reply. His face was so happy like a child who had just recovered his lost toy.
“Good. You can come back Ballan. Thank you for your cooperation, you are a good child,” said Aipda Erwin while patting her back.
“Come, I'll take it back to your friends,” said the police who brought it in.
Ballan left the place with questions in his heart. Why did the police commander look so happy after he mentioned Andreas' name? The young man often told me that in fact he was the son of a rich man who was kidnapped and then banished to Jogjakarta, even though his father had paid a ransom of up to two hundred million rupiah. And Ballan just thought that Andreas was boasting.
