Love At A Dusk

Beginning, meeting point.

Who had never thought of her brother who died in such an unnatural way?

This time it was different, Fandi went straight into the room. Previously the room he was staying in belonged to Brother Han. Maybe there was something he wasn't looking for and he found it now. When again?

His eyes obscured every corner of the room there, hardly ever paying attention to him Fandi did not have time to look at the room and look for something.

There was nothing strange there, only a few cabinets that he never touched at all, also a pair of tables and chairs, toilets, tv, and nothing else.

Fandi was standing in front of the closet, it should still have clothes and the others belonged to Kak Han. If everything is still intact means that no one has ever touched it at all, Fandi can assume that no one in this house was involved with the death of Brother Han.

Hesitating as his eyes occasionally looked at the wooden cabinet, Fandi's hand had already touched the handle of the closet but he was now putting in enough effort to gather his intentions. It wasn't easy for Fandi to start something he never did in his life. He is only a doctor and has never been a detective who can solve problems like Brother Han.

Half gave up but finally Fandi pulled the handle of the closet, the situation was still locked. Curious, Fandi looking for a key and usually people will keep the key on top of his closet or in another special place different?

Fandi tried to find something on top of the closet with his hands, and he managed to find a key there.

Some keys to be exact. He looked at one and picked it up and put it in the locker hole of the closet. Slowly rotated it to the left and surprisingly all succeeded in a short period of time.

When he wanted to open the closet door even wider, his heart again felt heavy. Just imagine he had to live where his dead brother, had to do many things, including returning to find items that are still stored.

No one can make him strong, Fandi does not want someone to protect him because he must be able to take care of himself. Maybe one of them he has to find out what Kak Han already knows.

In the closet which is generally stored a row of neatly folded clothes, there is also a hanging. It didn't feel like her eyes were glazed back then, for the first time she knew what kind of clothes Kak Han had, and for the first time she touched all of that. Why is it that after Brother Han is gone he can only do it?

His yearning as a sister figure, a more bitter life he had experienced, an incomplete life had already made him become rigid, he said, Fandi will not complain but it feels free now because Brother Han is gone. What things could he fight for after Brother Han's death?

Seemed to cry, his hands trembling to touch every strand of clothes, sambi imagine if Kak Han ever wear those clothes.

Fandi fell silent and started sobbing, but he was still able to continue. He was looking for something, which he thought might be stored neatly behind a neatly arranged shirt, I don't know what but he wanted to believe it if it existed and could definitely be found.

At least Fandi must check approximately three rows of folded clothes and two hangers on the left right.

Not as gentle as before, he was now beginning to enthusiastically search there for anything he could find.

And something felt touching the surface of his palm at that moment. A paper he pulled from under the folded shirt.

"First became a personal bodyguard in Rendra's family." Spell Fandi repeating the words written on that dull piece of paper. If at first glance it does not seem anything, but if it leads to light peeping shadow that appears on the writing then someone can immediately read it.

Fandi did not know who wrote it, but now that his belief had increased again, there must be something else and it would continue to appear.

His eyes looked back at the line of clothes laid out there. Fandi approached and searched carefully for something. Sometimes if it is important then it will be kept quite carefully including hiding it.

The second sheet he managed to get a paper that was the same color, the situation was the same.

Both of her eyes widened as she discovered one by one that was kept for a long time perhaps by her brother. He hoped to read it to the end.

"Personal driver Anggi's son Rendra." Eka Fandi in the second.

He paused for a while and went back to thinking about the words and perhaps the meanings connected to the first writing. If you think about it like a plan, but someone exactly someone else sent the plan to Brother Han. It is impossible for Brother Han to do it alone without a plan. If it's Kak Han's hand probably won't be kept separate and hidden, Kak Han will write it on one whole book that's enough.

Fandi checked the two papers again, if there was a date that indicated when the paper was sent maybe he would know since when Brother Han received his orders.

I don't know why that answer came by itself. Fandi remembers now that Kak Han worked in the Rendra family for a very long time even when Anggi was around elementary school.

If true means that the paper made Brother Han and set it up a long time ago.

Fandi took a few steps back, remembering where the paper came from. First is the first row, the second paper is in the second row of clothes, maybe the other paper is also sequential according to the row.

Can't wait to find him Fandi's soon looking back. At first he found out if the paper was between the pile of clothes or under it. Then Fandi thought if it was possible in a shirt pocket?

To prove his conjecture Fandi re-arranged some of the clothes he dropped and checked them one by one, but the way was tiring because he had to unload the clothes on the closet and put them back in.

Half complained because he found nothing else. Is there really only two?

Fandi thought again, thinking about what he would do if he became Brother Han. Someone sent him an explicit message and he'll keep it anywhere?

Jeez it's not an easy thing, half his spirit is already drained out. He would not do anything like that and take his time. Better just shut up.