Murderer

CHAPTER 34 - Christian (Revised)

Just one faint hint that Citra had obtained from today's investigation, she opened the door of the room and shut her inside. Haris is seen sitting in Faisal's chair and turning his back to the door.

The image only took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then he finally entered the room.

"Good afternoon, Ndan!" greet some members in the room and make Haris reflex stand up and salute Citra.

The image smiled and passed into his study. He did not want to look at Haris.

"Jak, Jaka .. I was wrong huh, same commander? From yesterday Iptu Citra was not friendly to me" Haris whispered to one of his colleagues.

The person named Jaka leaned over and whispered back to Haris, "This chair used to have a partner Iptu Citra, you've heard about the case of the Hand Men of God?"

Haris' forehead frowned. "That reverse-cross serial killer?" tanyanya slow.

Jaka nodded. "Ipda Faisal is the culprit, he and Iptu Banyu Aji are the suspects of the case. Which finally—"

The thumping sound from behind made Ipda Jaka stop his speech.

"Jaka IPDA!" The image was already standing behind the two of them.

"Ready, Commander!"

"You two come with me!" image orders on both of his subordinates.

Haris and Jaka tailed behind the commander. They exchanged glances not understanding, Citra handed over her car keys to Haris.

"You drive!"

"Ready, Ndan!"

Soon they also slid through the streets of Manggala which had begun to darken. Haris follows the direction pointed by Citra towards the bull of Antara. They turned out to be scouting the area, where according to Anto information, there was a box car that came to bring Miss Maryam.

"You guys keep a close eye on the road across there and I'll be looking for CCTV around the area!" image Order.

"Ready, Ndan!" tell them simultaneously.

The image came out of the car, the atmosphere of the Manggala suburb was already very quiet, even though the clock just pointed at half-seven p.m. Maybe some of the residents of the cardboard house were wandering the streets.

He continued walking while looking up to look for small objects that are usually the key to the answer of a case. CCTV footage these days is often accurate supporting evidence for investigations. However, nil.

On the way back to the car, Citra met a small figure who was busy scavenging for garbage at the corner of a small bridge that connects the path with the edge of the road that time. He squinted his eyes to clarify his vision in a place that was only illuminated by the dim moonlight.

"Anto!" The image was shocked when it found that the little shadow was Anto. The boy he met this afternoon. Anto flinched and turned his head in the direction of Citra, on the boy's face was etched a line of smiles upon seeing the figure that shocked him.

"No cop!" He exclaimed with excitement and ran over to Citra.

"What are you doing here?" ask Citra in wonder while ruffling the slum boy's sly hair.

He grinned wide. "Ish, brother's hands will get dirty." Anto brushed off the hand of Citra, "hunger, brother. So, I look for bread crumbs or leftovers that people used to throw away, here. Rich people like to waste food" he replied lightly.

Miris Citra heard such an answer coming out from the lips of a small child. He stroked Anto's head. His eyes looked around, looking for the nearest mini market or stall.

He saw a tent stall selling burgers on the corner of the street a little away from the bantaran kali. Citra invites Anto to go there.

"Come there! Food in a dirty dumpster, not good for your health." Without disgust Citra took the boy to the tent stall. Anto was amazed to see the picture of the menu in the tent stall.

"Where do you want? Just pick it." The image pointed to the stall menu board.

"I don't have any money, Brother," Anto said.

"Sister paid. Which one do you want?" tanya Citra amused.

The boy's forehead also immediately wrinkled as if he was thinking hard. Then his finger pointed at a picture of a large chicken burger with a double cheese.

Seemed a happy twinkle in Anto's eyes, his nose twitched to smell the burger that the seller was concocting. At first glance Citra saw a snide and disgusted glance from the burger seller.

Finally four servings of burgers and four cold drinks were in the hands of Citra. He then gave two bags to Anto.

"Thank you, brother!" yells. It was obvious that this boy was happy.

"Would you like to go home?" ask Citra while walking towards the settlement of cardboard houses.

Anto nodded. He was jumping up and down in excitement. One held the burger-filled bag and the other held the image hand.

From a distance Haris and Jaka stared in wonder at their usual commander acting coldly at his subordinates. The scene this time shows the other side of the warm figure of Iptu Citra. That smile was very rare they saw when he was on duty.

Citra drove Anto to the end of the street of the cardboard house settlement. He then returned with two bags of burgers for Haris and Jaka.

"You eat first!" his orders while thrusting the canteen.

He then stood and leaned in front of the car, his hand reaching into his pocket to pick up a pack of cigarettes. The image lit his cigarette and sucked it while staring at the night sky.

Haris and Jaka were elbowed at the melancholic side of Citra.

"Komandan ..." scolded Haris hesitantly, he was a little afraid to start a conversation with this ferocious woman.

Imagery. "Yes!" ketus.

"Actually, what are we looking for here?" asked his new subordinate was curious.

"Car box." The image answers short without taking your eyes off the other side. Haris was astonished. What does this have to do with box cars? It's entrenched.

The hour hand already showed at half-ten p.m. It did not feel three hours they had done the reconnaissance in vain, Citra decided to just go back to the office and then go home.

The rush was speeding through the night. The three of them dissolved in silence, there was no sound but only the sound of the car engine. Citra dropped off Haris and Jaka in front of the office while she herself went straight home.

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The lights in his house lit up, Citra absolutely does not remember ever turning on the lights because she herself rarely went home. He parked his car and rushed down. Carefully open the door of the house that is already unlocked.

Are mom and dad coming? The image wondered in the heart. Three pairs of shoes, two of which belonged to his parents. Then another pair he doesn't know who it belongs to.

"Well, here comes the image, gone home apparently!" A woman greeted him with a warm embrace. She is the mother of Citra.

While on the sofa, his papa is seen sitting side by side with a man who is more or less the same age as Citra.

"Ma, why don't you tell me if you want to come?" ask a little protest.

The woman who had been her foster mother since thirty years ago, just smiled and invited Citra to sit down.

"This is Christian, son of your father's best friend," his mother introduced the man who was next to the father.

The image reached out a hand to shake hands with the man. His dark gray iris glanced at Citra with a glance full of mystery.

"Here, we'll talk tomorrow, you're tired, aren't you, son?" ask papa.

He nodded, because he actually did not want to talk or mince words. He needs a break tonight, having heard a little papa's story as well as the man's intentions and goals coming with them.

The image is also said to rest. His body is already quite tired with the case and his parents are holding a blind date between him and the man named Christian.

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