Murderer

CHAPTER 40 - RYS Cafe (Revised)

The apartment complex reminded Citra of the figure of the late Faisal. Somehow this annoying guy had to choose Greenhouse as his residence.

"This place is close to the prosecutor's office. I don't have to bother getting stuck in traffic." That was Christian's answer when Citra asked him why he chose this apartment.

What makes him grateful, Christian will live in unit 1105 means not on the same floor with his late partner. For Citra, Faisal remained a good colleague and subordinate. It was Charles and Banyu Aji who made Faisal a criminal.

"Hey!" Christian rebukes the dreamy Citra and does not move out of the elevator.

The image flinched, he then got out of the elevator and then walked in following the marketing clerk and Christian. They stopped in front of an alcove-type apartment that this man had chosen.

After looking through the unit, Christian made a transaction with the management. While waiting, Fad image browsing about coffee packaging branded 'KopiKu' it. An old article about the local bottled drink appeared on the search page.

KopiKu, a quality packaged coffee, is produced by RYS Cafe

Location: Andalusia Road Catalyst Block C no.78, Manggala.

The image holds that address. Since Christian's new car was sent from Medan, today Citra became his personal driver

"I have to go somewhere. You wanna come or I'll take you home?" ask Citra.

The man seemed to think for a moment. He rubbed his chin hesitantly, but then said, "I'll come with you."

Sounded of irritated breath Citra. The SUV was driving slowly on the streets of Manggala city. It rained so hard last night, but the sun was so hot this afternoon. He turned to a shophouse complex on the Andalusian road.

Long enough he circled around looking for the address of RYS Cafe. Finally he found a simple cafe with a classic design that is quite crowded. His car parked right in front of the cafe, then he got off and Christian followed behind.

A male servant approached Citra with a friendly smile. The name he uses says Nando. "Good day, brother. What do you want to order?"

The image did not reply, it issued its identification mark. The waiter named Nando understood what he had to do. After allowing Citra and Christian to sit down, he entered a room to call the cafe manager.

The tall, well-built man and the brawn, but well-dressed man came to them both. It was very clear Citra saw the man staring dislike at her. He pulled a chair in front of Citra and sat down, and he took a cigar from the box he was holding and lit it.

Still with a sharp highlight he looked at Citra. This guy hates the police.

"I'm sorry, I'm Iptu Citra of the Police." Citra reached out and introduced itself to the manager of the cafe.

"Baskara." With a cold tone he said his name and shook Citra's hand.

Not wanting to mince words with this person, he immediately showed a photo of the bottle found near two different victims. Baskara placed her cigar in the ashtray, and took the photo with her hands. Wrinkled forehead.

Put the photo back on the table. His finger clamped down on the cigar he had saved. "It was once produced here, but it stopped a few years ago. The barista who brewed this coffee got a scholarship to study cooking in the UK."

"Can anyone copy the product?" ask Citra, "or has he come back and produced this drink himself?"

Baskara sucked deeply into his cigar. He rubbed his pretty thick beard. "If for a copycat, I can make sure the hundred percents are impossible. We who are here alone cannot afford to make coffee of the same taste."

"If the question about him has returned to Indonesia or not, I don't know. Ask your family. Wait—I will write Arzan's address."

He waved at one of his employees and gestured to bring a piece of paper and a pen. It didn't take long, Baskara had finished writing his barista manta address. Once again he looked coldly at the two of them.

The paper containing the address has been bagged Citra. Now he decided to take Christian home first, then visit Anto, then go to the address given by Baskara earlier.

Manggala Street is quite crowded in the afternoon this afternoon. That was why he was annoyed when the man beside him insisted on coming with him. If he had taken Christian home earlier, at least he could have visited Anto without getting stuck in traffic like this.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Citra immediately met Andrian to find out the development of Anto, the poor boy. "Andrian, how's Anto doing?" The doctor who was reading the book in his room was surprised to see the image that suddenly appeared from behind the door.

He closed the book he had just read and removed his glasses. "Luckily my heart is strong, otherwise I've fainted from a heart attack in shock!"

The image only smiled in response to Andrian's grunts, he sat on the sofa of the doctor's office. This room is a lot more decent than Bara's room, that crazy forensic doctor. Especially since he was assigned in the conflict area for several months, he was getting crazy work.

Andrian moved to sit near Citra, in his hand there is a health file that does not belong to anyone.

"That boy, the critical period is long over. It's just recovery, but ... shouldn't we find an orphanage for him?"

Hearing Andrian mention the orphanage, Citra felt uncomfortable. The series of murders yesterday started from the orphanage where he was adopted and where he also lost his twin brother. Seeing the look on this woman's face, Andrian closed his mouth.

"When can he get out of the hospital?" tanya Citra diverted the conversation.

"Maybe in a week he can go home. Cit, you should think about my proposal. If Anto goes back on the street, maybe he'll be a target again." Andrian said softly.

Stunned image.

This man's words are very precise. They may think that the child who was dragged by the current could not have survived. But what if they see him on the street again?

Andrian got up from his seat. He took Citra to Anto's room. "Come, I'll accompany you to see the superboy, and I'll check on his progress."

They came out of Andrian's study and walked down the hospital corridor in silence. Only occasionally did the nurses greet Andrian.

Sumringah Anto's face was seen when the inpatient room door was opened. Citra did ask Andrian to put Anto in the first classroom, the cost would be his personal responsibility. The smile on the lips of the boy who still looked pale was expanding.

Anto no longer uses breathing apparatus. The cables attached to his body yesterday were removed, only the remaining infusion hose is still attached to the hand.

"Sister of the police," Anto said in a still weak voice. The image rubbed the boy's head. He pulled the bench under the bed and sat down.

"Where are you?"

"Superboy is strong, said the Doctor," said Anto innocent as he pointed at Andrian.

Citra's eyes glanced amusedly at Andrian who was only sniffing his shoulders.

"Anto, in a week brother pick you up. Doctor Andrian said we can go home." The image hangs his words, he pensively for a moment. If only his hands had not been touched by Anto, he might still be daydreaming.

"Nr ...."

"Yes, you will live in an orphanage first. If everything is settled, then brother will pick you up and you stay with brother," continued Citra.

Andrian gasp. He did not expect, the woman who was known fierce in his division turned out to have a soft side.

Anto was speechless and seemed worried, it might be difficult for him who was used to living in the harshness of the streets, then into a foundation. However, Citra's promise to pick him back up, undermining the doubt. He finally agreed.

The smiles of these two adults are expanding. Andrian immediately contacted the orphanage where he had been treated, he believed the caretaker of Mother's Love parlor could take good care of Anto. The image ruffled the still weak boy's hair.

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