Love At A Dusk

Love At A Dusk
Something unnatural behind the death of Mr. Han.



"What are you doing?" Suddenly Anggi went into the room to see Kak Fandi who began to arrange some clothes Pak Han.


Fandi can't dodge anymore. He walked towards Anggi immediately closing the door.


Seeming to sigh, his eyes still looked at Anggi who was now also busy looking at the contents of Pak Han's closet.


"I found this!" Said Brother Fandi handing him the old sheet of paper earlier.


Anggi was quite surprised he got a paper tear that had nothing on it. "You?" Anggi said he wanted to ask.


Without saying anything Fandi pointed the paper at the sunlight coming through the window. Now Anggi can also see the writing that appears. Both of his eyes widened to read the contents of the writing.


"That's not Mr. Han's writing." Anggi was surprised. He knows how the original writing made by Mr. Han, so far even now Anggi can still distinguish it.


Fandi did not answer, he showed the other paper. Anggi read the contents of the second letter again.


"Have the letter been a long time?" Anggi Comments. He even sounded confused and what about Fandi who knew nothing all this time even he was not so close to Pak Han.


"Where did you find it?" Tanya Anggi was starting to be interested to know.


Fandi did not explain it first, he peered out the window, then looked around the room there, under the bed, into a hidden corner, behind the gap of the book line, last locked the door.


Anggi was astonished by Fandi's behavior, what did he do?


"There's no cctv in this room, thank God." Fandi Seru.


"I found it in the closet." He said very slowly.


Anggi began to understand maybe Mr. Han kept the letter there, the dma could be the others in there too. "We need to find her again!" Anggi is excited.


Brother Fandi neither refused nor agreed, but he immediately pointed at all the parts of the shirt and so many others there. "You can find him?" Ask Fandi to Anggi.


Anggi was silent for a while, at least he needed all day to dismantle the closet and re-make it as before. It was heavy for such a detailed thing that made him have to be careful.


But for Mr. Han, considering what Fika said earlier, his words this time felt right to make Anggi sure and have to find out all the causes of Pak Han's death. Nothing natural, not even the death of Fika's father?


Fandi is waiting for Anggi's answer.


"You should have done it for me, right?" But Anggi deliberately toyed with Kak Fandi by talking like that.


As Fandi's expression changed, he would complain. "You know, I can't do it alone. Look at the closet and it's so full." He said to Anggi.


"Then we'll tell who to do it?" Anggi asked, he sat back on the bed looking at the closet.


"If not who are we? Are the guards there?" Fandy explained.


"There's no time left, I took out all his clothes you checked!" Anggi shouted while standing up. Without an agreement Anggi had taken out all the clothes in the first row.


"Do it right!" He said with a smile.


If Anggi's job is that easy why Fandi has to do the hardest part. "You're just like that?" Fandi protest was unacceptable. Moreover, he had to check all the clothes that had been stacked on the mattress.


"Don't complain who else would do all that?" Anggi repeated Fandi's words earlier.


Looks complaining and upset, but what else if he wants to get something he really has to do it.


Anggi was still standing in front of the closet, his eyes meticulously looking at whatever was there.


"What will Mr. Han do? If it's that important, will Mr. Han keep it all in the closet?" Inner Anggi. According to him for such an important thing it is impossible that Mr. Han will keep everything in a place that is easy to find, whether in which part but there must be a place where the letter is directly stored by the sender.


"What are you thinking? Help and do it!" Seru Fandi did not accept because Anggi was silent.


"It was only 2 letters, it felt impossible to keep it all intact. Know it? When you receive an important letter you will surely quickly burn it after reading the contents of the letter." Anggi sounds logical.


Fandi quickly stopped and his mind agreed, what Anggi said was true.


"So he just happened to be there, maybe the others were gone." The Anggi are back.


When Fandi wanted to end it he seemed to think of something.


"For every shirt to be washed, right? There's no way the letter's in that shirt." Comment Fandi. He was sure that checking every shirt would be a waste.


"So where are we going to find him?" Cetus Anggi almost gave up.


It is not easy to find something that is unknown to us, let alone Mr. Han who is so thorough.


"What Mr. Han wants to make us know, is something he's going through. Why didn't she say it straight away if she knew in the end that her life would end." Celoteh Anggi in the middle of his daydream.


Fandi sighed listening to Anggi talk. "That's it, but he's trying to tell us to stay careful, right? He's been telling us the truth but not directly."


Anggi still thinks again, what will he do now? At least he already knew if someone always sent a letter to Mr. Han. I don't know who but the letter sounded like an order to be made.


If the one who informed the plan was a distant person from Pak Han, there was no way the letter would suddenly be in Pak Han's hands. The problem is where Mr Han received the letter? If the letter is in the house, the person who sent the letter is in the house.


Anggi seemed silent, actually with the words Fika alone had made him waver and unconscious, is it possible that only he thinks if Pak Han's death is something natural? Why can others think that way, then what do others think for the reason?


"Have you found anything?" Ask Fandi at the time.


"Do you think that Mr. Han's death is perfectly natural? I don't think it was a regular accident. Mr. Han took me to your hospital and then he left and came back with Fika to take me away with you, and then it turns out we've been chased by someone who knows who, and the accident happened to save us, didn't it?" Celoteh Anggi retold what he immediately thought.