Murderer

CHAPTER 8 - Punishment (Revised)

The DNA matching results between Andre and the unidentified body have come out. It turns out that their DNA matches and the body is confirmed to be Cecilia, Andre's missing sister.

Some facts about Cecilia surprised Andre, because the autopsy results stated that the girl was eight weeks pregnant. Hearing that the blood of an older brother was boiling, he felt that he had failed to protect his only brother.

"I shouldn't have let her date that bastard from Artha's hotel!"

Andre was banging on the hospital wall until his handbooks turned red and Faisal tried hard to calm the man's anger.

"I'm sure Valentino Arthasena is the culprit!" Andre just kept shouting. Still with explosive rage, he went out into the parking lot and rode his motorcycle fiercely towards the Arthasena residence, without Faisal being able to prevent it.

Rain poured down on Manggala city this afternoon, as if the sky understood the sadness that Andre was feeling. The gate of Arthasena's house opened just as she got there, a mini cooper belonging to Valen was seen coming out of the house. Andre returned to riding his motorcycle and followed the car until it stopped at a bridal boutique.

Valen gets out of the car and into the boutique, while Andre, not caring about his soaking-drenched body, breaks into the boutique following Valen. Without further ado, he landed a single punch onto the handsome face of Cecilia's former lover.

"B*****t! You killed my sister, didn't you?!" he shouted while throwing a punch in a row. "Gue's been suspicious since he went missing!!"

Do not accept being beaten in such a way, Valen returned Andre's blow. One of the boutique employees contacted the police and reported the incident, until shortly after the police patrol car came and arrested Andre.

Andre was sentenced to 3 months in detention. He also could not attend the funeral of his only child whom he loved so much.

3 months later.

The wound of his sister's death is still he felt, today — his detention period is over and he will be free. The first thing he would do was visit Cecilia's grave, then look for the bastard who lived a quiet life after killing her sister.

Andre inhaled a deep breath of fresh air outside, he walked towards the bus stop that was heading to the Duampanua area. The motorbike he left to his old friend who lived in the area, a plan he had compiled since he was still in the cell. Life replaced life, that was embedded in Andre's heart and mind at this time.

"Bro, are you free?" asked a man whose face was filled with sideburns when Andre arrived at his destination.

Andre smiled and hugged the man earlier. "Gue's gonna grab my bike."

"You want to go to Cecil's tomb?"

"The plan is like that ..." replied Andre floating.

The man threw a key to Andre. "Forget your revenge, live well for Cecil, Bro."

A cynical smile was on Andre's face, after saying goodbye — he rode his motorbike towards Cecilia's grave. Previously Andre first stopped by to buy a bunch of daisy flowers, Cecilia's favorite flower during life, he placed the flower on his sister's navel.

"Gue is really alone now ... You why would you leave me, Sil?"

Scratching Andre's teeth hinted at a deep sadness, long enough he was in front of Cecilia's grave. Before he finally decided to go home.

The simple house he had left for a long time, the dust was quite thick in the minimal furniture. If only Cecilia was still alive, then she would be nagging all day.

Andre immediately took a shower and changed his clothes, he began to rearrange the messy items. Cleaning the dust as Cecilia used to do, looking at the photo of the two of them on the wall, Andre's heart ached.

The grudge in his heart would never be quenched until Valen was properly punished. But he also did not want to dirty his hands anymore with the blood of a beast like Valen.

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Citra's black rush down the streets in the Sabang area, he was informed that Johan often hangs out in the warkop around here. This area is a region that is often crowded online ojek customers, because Sabang area is in the heart of Manggala and very crowded.

A warkop caught the attention of Citra, several motorcycles parked in front of her. He stopped there and went down, and when he saw Citra, one of them tried to escape — that person was Johan.

"Sir Johan, stop and don't move!" citra's orders made Johan step submissive, he turned around and turned to Citra.

"Why did you run?"

Johan bowed and sat back in his chair earlier. He smiled wryly, his face implying submission. "Sooner or later I will be found, either by the police or by a mad man who calls himself the hand of God ...." He drowned his face on the table.

"The man who calls himself the hand of God?"

Johan looked at Citra with a pitiful look, then nodded weakly.

"He asked me to rent an SUV, because I did not have a car rental acquaintance who wanted to rent with a key off, so I asked Han, a fellow motorcycle taxi online ...." Johan hung up his explanation.

"It just so happens that he has an acquaintance who has a car rental business. So that I can rent the car without a driver .. let alone I know for sure if Han is in need of money to pay his gambling debt" Johan explained.

"Have you ever met that guy?" ask the image again. "How do you know him?"

"I just wrote about my anger at Lawyer Kinanti on social media. One with a Son of God account, asked me to visit a site ... God's Hand. The site was where desperate people exchanged stories ...."

"Want to?"

"The man of God's hand said he would avenge me, if I would be faithful and follow all his commands."

"Have you seen that guy?" The image repeated the question he had asked, but the man in front of him was just silent and staring blankly out of the cafe.

Actually Johan at that time, accidentally saw the man enter the Blue Moon hotel, when he was asked to take their rental car, it was because he was too fast to come from the hour of agreement.

He waited in the hotel parking lot as Han's Suzuki XL7 entered the parking lot and from where he waited, though not too clearly, but Johan could see if he was a man who had a height of about one hundred and seventy centimeters, wearing a black NYC baseball cap and an all-black outfit down it — from the car. His face was invisible because it was covered in a mask.

"Sir Johan!" tegur Citra saw his suspect candidate daydreaming.

"Ti—no, I never met him, the car keys he left at the receptionist, along with an envelope containing money ...."

Johan lied to Citra.

"If he leaves it at the receptionist, he'll say the number of the room he's staying in, won't he?" The image continues to urge Johan.

"317. Yes, room 317 .. I still keep the number he used to send me messages and tell me his room number." Johan's hand trembled, his finger busy sliding the phone screen. Shortly thereafter he showed a message to Citra.

'My car keys were placed on the reception desk with a white envelope filled with money. Just tell me, you're going to pick up room 317's guest item.'

Citra tried to contact the number that sent the message, even though it knew it was useless, because it was certain if it was a disposable number.

"I hope — You don't run away from the police, or you will become a suspect and be accused as an accomplice of a murderer!" mencam Citra's. "If you remember or know something, call me! This is my business card,"

Johan received a business card issued by Citra. The man looked at the woman's police back until she disappeared behind the door of the warkop, from afar a black civic was watching their movements.

"Ready, Ndan!"

Faisal along with some of his members immediately slid to where Citra ordered, although there was a slight question mark. Did the Citra commander secretly find any new clues again?

It did not take long, because the manager of the hotel is his old friend — Faisal easily got the data, even along with CCTV footage. He immediately returned to the office and handed the file to his commanding officer.

The phone in Faisal's pocket suddenly shook as it was about to get into the car.

"Hello, Mr Faisal? I'm Johan. I remember the character of the man who told me to rent the SUV" Johan's voice sounded from across the phone.

"Have you said this to Iptu Citra?"

"I've contacted him, but it's not answered. Because I took the initiative to contact you," replied Johan. "However, I ask for witness protection, because I feel threatened at this time!" emphatically.

"Okay, we'll take care of everything. Where can we meet and when?" ask Faisal.

"Tomorrow, at the Warkop triangle Garuda street at half-eight p.m,"

Faisal recorded the timing of their agreement. The phone connection was also cut off. His avanza car also drove off the Blue Moon hotel to the office.

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Johan hangs his helmet on the rear view of the motorcycle, his face looks sad when he sees a group of students passing by. Supposedly he could see the only girl became a student and then a scholar, he looked up to the sky.

"Lord, you say so much about justice, yet why are you so cruel to Your son!?" his yell.

Some people who passed near the fort turned to him, Johan chose a place to hang out young people this afternoon, because many cafes around here are partners of the online motorcycle taxi company where he works. He has to reach the target before eight o'clock tonight.

He remembered the appointment with Faisal, at least he could get witness protection and could return to his house without fear.

A food order goes into Johan's app. He swiftly directed his motorbike to the cafe where customers order their food, the cafe is not far away, but the delivery point is quite far in the suburban area of Manggala.

Johan's motorbike also drove a bit faster towards the delivery point. The sun has started to return to the contest, whether it has been how many times he rotated in the same environment, it's just — points the customer did not find. Johan pulled over for a moment to call the booking number.

"The number you're going to is off!"

Several times the same answer was received. Maybe it's the work of a young man.

"Damn!" maki Johan's. He glanced at the circular watch on his wrist, the time of meeting with Ipda Faisal was only two hours away. When Johan was about to start the engine, the lights of a car shone in his eyes.

Johan stopped turning on his motorbike, he approached the car with emotion.

"Bad! Down you!" challenge Johan. "Basic man does not know manners!" He continued to curse the driver of a car that did not go down.

Johan violently banged on the car window. The driver lowered the windshield. Johan's heart seemed to stop at that moment, a man in a black NYC baseball cap was seen as the car's glass opened.

The civic driver looked up and stared intently at Johan. A terrifying grin as well as a bloodthirsty aura emanated clearly from that person.

"Ka—kau ...!"

Johan ran to his bike. He tried to turn on the motor that did not want to turn on, while the black civic car lights were flickering as if mocking Johan.

Because the motor does not turn on, Johan ran for help, but — this environment is a complex that has just been developed. Not a single occupant was seen in this region. Johan finds an unfinished house building and hides there. From a distance he could hear someone whistling with a melody.

"But the wicked will be cut off from the land, and the traitors will be thrown out of it. Proverbs 2:22" A hoarse voice muttered the Scripture passage about the traitor.

Johan's body was tired from constantly running. The man's whistling voice sounded again, this time getting closer. Suddenly ....

"God will punish a traitor, won't he, Johan?" The man in black appeared before Johan with a mocking grin.

His hiding place is found, Johan is convinced the man is the one he saw in the Blue Moon parking lot. Gathering a bit of power, he grabbed the beam that was nearby then hit the person's head and tried to knock out this crazy man.

Blood flowed in the person's temple, his hands covered in black leather gloves wiping the blood away. He laughed as he licked the blood on his hand. This fellow was completely insane, Johan took a step back, he felt that he had already mishandled the man.

"Have you not betrayed. Where's that cop who's your ally?" ask the man.

Johan was frightened, when the moonlight hit the face of this mysterious man, he seemed to not believe in his vision.

"Le—let me go! A—aku will not say a—whatever to them," pinta Johan frightened, he did not know if he had fed himself to the devil.

"Once a betrayer, a traitor will never change. Therefore, God will cast out and exterminate the traitor ...." He whispered in Johan's ear in a raucous voice.

"Isn't this your umpteenth betrayal? You're used to betrayal, even innocent children you betray ... Do you think you deserve to live!?" His hand gripped Johan's chin. "So .. Let this hand of God punish traitors like you!"

He smothered Johan's mouth with his right hand, while his left hand pierced the poor man's heart. Johan fell sprawled, after making sure he was dead, the man cut off Johan's tongue.

"But the wicked will be cut off from the land, and the traitors will be thrown out of it. Proverbs 2:22."

He carved the verse into Johan's chest. Then carve the cross upside down in the palm of Johan's body.

Warkop Triangle, Garuda street.

It has been an hour Faisal sat in this cafe with Citra. As it turned out, Johan also sent a message to his commander to meet here.

"Did Johan deceive us, Ndan?" Faisal wondered.

"Cannot be. He sounded so confident when he recorded a voicemail for me."

Faisal took a sip of his frappe. He handed the brown envelope to Citra. "These are CCTV footage of the Blue Moon hotel as well as a guest roster from December twelve to twenty-seven" Faisal said.

"Great work!"

"Before I came here again to the hotel Blue Moon, then found the strange fact, room 317 booked online using the name Johan." The image widened in shock at Faisal's words. He opened the brown envelope and read a copy of the hotel's guest list. Sure enough on that date, the room in question was booked online on behalf of Johan Sukmadinata.

They could only wait for Johan to get a definitive answer. But their witness did not come.

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