Lutfi Gilang's

28. Iron Shredder

i

I arrived home at 6 am, after picking up the train ticket that left for the night of the day that I was one minute late from the last buyer of train tickets that departed the afternoon. Then I asked the taxi driver to drive me to the house in Pekuncen, Ajibarang.

My house is quite far from the highway, if you wear a motorcycle with an average speed takes ± 35 minutes. Yeah pretty far, right?

From Purwokerto station to the entrance of my alley about 43 minutes if using a car at moderate speed.

I built a house there not without reason. It's a place where when you wake up you'll see the sunrice perfectly, and when you're late in the afternoon you'll see the awesome color gradation of the sunset.

On the front of the house there is a flow of water that sometimes appears various types of fish ranging from infants to the size of the palms of adults.

In addition, the distance between my house and the neighboring house is not too close, limited by several rice fields that deliver natural beauty.

I'm sure, if you play into my house you will definitely feel at home staying here, in the yard. Indeed, the guests usually only reach the front page of the house, because I deliberately make a gazebo that is quite spacious there. It can hold 8 adults. So, I don't need to provide a living room. Home, just for personal. He's....

Everything that has been built is based on Lutfi's decision. He chooses where to build, he chooses the design of his house, he chooses the furniture of his house, he chooses the color of his wall paint. He chose everything in this house. So, obviously here is the most convenient place for me to go home. It was as if there was a figure of Lutfi accompanying me.

Till home. I locked the door, then put my luggage in any place and lay down on the bed.

Aaah. More comfortable than a room in a 5 star hotel. Although my room smells apek—soalnya already a month more my house does not get air circulation well. But at least, I can replenish the energy here. Quietly, comfortably, without the burden of work.

Later, if my tiredness has reduced and I have eaten, I will find information about Lutfi. Later, go to sleep first. It's still dark. Yes, all windows and curtains are closed. He's....

Have good night.

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ii

I just spend my time sleeping a full day. Now, on the second day, I had to wake up after a woman forced me to get up repeatedly.

"What are you, what bear?!" Mom snapped a little. "Hibernate in the room. Goa and sono!" He opened the window until the light came in and charged into my body.

"Aaa.. Don't Mah, I'll be charred."

He patted my head with a pillow. "You're not a vampire. Vampires can withstand heat. You are still old-fashioned. Get up now!"

I had to obey his orders.

"Drink two glasses keep warming up!"

"Who wants sport?"

"Do not protest, why?!" mamah Gerrutu. "You're cursed to be a rock?!"

Ouch. "I'm warming up now!"

As I flexed the muscles of the body, Mamah made my house lit by the sunlight. Then began to sound the sound of kitchen utensils that are clashing, a sign that Mamah is cooking.

Half an hour later, Mom called me for breakfast. When I arrived in the dining room I could immediately see kale vegetables, a glass of milk, and bananas.

When he wanted to sit down, Mamah again forbade me. "heeh! Wash your face, hands, feet, first there."

I snorted, but did not speak. Follow orders.

"All shower!" He's yelling.

"Yes,"7

"Warm water!" added Mamah.

"Yes, yeah...."

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iii

I got up after the alarm from my new smartphone. I saw the clock there. 07:12 WIB.

"Hmmm... So it was a dream, huh? Yes, there is no way if Mamah suddenly arrived at my house when I did not tell her anything."

I rose up with all my might and did as Mamah instructed in the dreamland. Drink two glasses, warm up, take a bath with warm water, then have breakfast. Then I continued my activities as usual after praying fardhu.

Hmmm... I myself dizzy, must pray fardhu prayer from anytime. But what I did was to pray Dzuhur prayer, then Ashar, then Maghrib, then 'Isya, and lastly Subuh—may not be wrong—connected with Dhuha prayer 4 rakaat. Next I went out to look for information about Lutfi as well as explain the misunderstanding that the rumors had spread no muddle, until nightfall.

The next day after going through the morning routine, I went out to do the same thing.— looked for information about Lutfi as well as explained the misunderstanding to friends, although it still did not produce results.

The next three days, a week, two weeks. I'm following the same routine. But there is still no progress.

"What should I do now?"

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iv

February 1, 2019 at 06:00 AM local time, I received an arrest warrant from the police. Even the two officers handcuffed my hands before I could ask the reason for my arrest.

"Wait Sir. I promise I won't fight. But I need to clean up the house and lock the door before you take me to the police station." I asked.

"Let us take care of it" replied Mr. Police.

I nodded and handed home affairs—swept, mopped, wiped the windows, and locked all the doors—to them. Honestly I'm a little happy, it feels like I just had a police housekeeper. You are strictly forbidden to imitate my actions!

Yeah, I don't mean to the cops to clean up my house, they're offering themselves up. He's....

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I arrived at the police station 45 minutes later after the patrol car drove off. There I sat with my hands still cuffed.

"With Danu Banu's brother?" ask officer.

I'm nagging.

"Rizky Gilang Kurniawan's real name?"

I'm nagging again.

"Why use Danu Banu's name?"

"That's a pen name sir. Authors usually use the name so that their books become more interesting to read. I've used that name from nine years ago, sir." I'm explaining.

"Hmmm....." murmured the officer. "brother works in company 0000?"

I'm asserting. In my brain I thought: "Is this a contract issue? There is no problem."

"Why are you not coming to that office for two weeks?" tanyakanya.

Didn't I write a letter of resignation? "I've submitted my resignation, sir." I said. "I've written the letter, the file is still on my phone, sir."

"Where's brother's phone?"

"In the bag, sir. I think it was also brought by the officer."

"Please Ndan Sukma, get Rizky's cell phone."

"Rizkiy? After Danu, I got another new call." My heart whispered.

The man called by his name nodded and ransacked my dark blue backpack, then handed it to the officer in front of me. He turned the phone and pushed it towards me.

I accepted, and I grumbled for a while to bring up the resignation letter document, which was then printed by the officer. I also showed you a photo taken at the company 0000 after the letter I signed. It says there the date it was taken. Thursday, 17 January 2019 at 08:16:49 AM local time.

"Furthermore, why did Rizky's brother submit a letter of resignation?"

"There are personal and health issues,"

"Explain!" pinta.

I explained everything that happened to the officer according to what you have read all along. On the sidelines I tell stories, officers write something sometimes asking for more explanation. Several times, I had seen him get carried away by emotions even though he could finally be restrained as well.

"So this is Rizky's brother, I got the arrest warrant for the brother of Mabes Polri."

I'm nodding.

"And that was because Rizky's brother disappeared for two weeks without giving any news. Plus the brother has broken the contract. You also haven't paid a hundred million in damages."

Hearing that I was shocked to death. "I've left it to a co-worker there."

"Oh, Mom, that kind of money is being deposited with someone else?"

I'm bowed. Felt that the officer's talk just had a point. But at that time, I wanted to quickly go back to Banyumas.

"Who's the brother tipped the money?" ask the officer a few minutes later.

"Dodit Mulyanto" I replied.

"Dodit Mulyanto?!" The officer exclaimed a little. "Dodit Mulyanto is the comedian, huh?"

I'm nagging. "Stand Up Comedy, sir."

"Well, yes it is. He also works at the 0000 company?"

I agree with the signal. "He works in the printing press, sir."

"Hmmm.." muttered the officer. "i'm not sure,"

I grabbed my new smart phone from the table. Scroll through the screen and show a photo of Mas Dodit while working.

"Oh, this is the guy!" He exclaimed.

"So, how, sir?"

The officer breathed. "This is Rizky's brother, all the alibis are acceptable, all the evidence is acceptable. But we can't let go of the brother before the prosecution retracts its demands" the officer argued. "Unless any of Rizky's relatives or friends can persuade the prosecution to drop the charges."

"Ja-so Sir?"

"We apologize, you have to stay in jail today. And tomorrow the brothers will be moved to Jakarta."

"Make it in jail again, sir?"

"Yes,"

"But, Pak—"

"Sorry brother Rizky, this is in accordance with the procedure" explained the officer. "For a fiancee of a sibling who disappeared without a trace, we will as much as possible help you. So Rizky's brother doesn't have to bother looking for him" he added. "Come,"

I'm silent. Pensively. Following the orders of the officers to hover behind bars.

"It's very heavy for me. How am I supposed to get out of jail when no one believes in me? Lutfi... I beg you to come back, I need your help."