Pellucid

Chapter 19 - The Gun

Almost all night Arjuna could not sleep well. Even last night he dreamed that Bening was staring at him with a roar and then disappeared away by holding a tiny baby wrapped in a white shroud.

What a bad dream.

"I'm sorry, Bening."

"Sorry."

"Oh my God, what happened to Bening? Is she carrying my seed?" inner Arjuna was fretting and wondering about the meaning of his dream.

Finally today he agreed to go to the house of his late father's friend. Arjuna only left the three with his mother and his family's private driver.

Because yesterday when to Jakarta, the mother deliberately brought a private car from Jogja with Bik Siti and driven by a driver who had long worked with his late father.

Arjuna is focusing on his phone. Reading messages in the dominant chat group discussed the grief of their agency because it left mourning for Irjen Pol. Prasetyo Pambudi who lost his only daughter.

The black luxury sedan entered the area of the High Officers (Pati) office in South Jakarta. Many members stood guard in front to sift through the incoming guests.

According to the orders of the commander of Prasetyo, Bening's father, that he did not want to meet with journalists and only important guests with urgent matters that he would receive. After Ibu Arjuna mentioned the secret key words when he entered the gate, the aides on guard let him in.

Arjuna smiled happily as he read on the personal chat of his boss, he finally got the address of Bening's father. So that it unknowingly loses focus on the surrounding. As he straightened his gaze, he was stunned.

When the car that took him walked slowly to a fairly luxurious official house in the complex, he was shocked half to death to read a row of garlands that were quite a lot and lined up. It turns out that starting from the front of the complex to the front page of the house.

Degs...

Sorrowful of the Mind

Upon His Death

The Bening Putri Prasetyo

Princess of Irjen Pol. Prasetyo Pambudi

Signed : President of the Republic of Indonesia

And there are still many wreaths to mourn both from the Cita Bangsa school to the University of Indonesia and Irjen Pol's colleagues. Prasetyo Pambudi to some of his business colleagues.

Arjuna's mother was no less surprised to read the row of flowers. Both hearts suddenly went kebat-kebit. The feeling of being angry is trailing both. Make the light and unconscious car has stopped in front of the fence door of the house they are headed.

"Juna, how many wreaths of sorrow like this? What happened, Jun?" ask Ny. Lina's nervous.

"This is Mom, my candidate's house?" ask Juna who didn't answer the mother's question.

"Yes really. Name of the daughter of your late father's best friend, Bening Putri Prasetyo. Her only daughter is Irjen Pol. Prasetyo Pambudi's. In the past, Mom used to call him Pras deck. Even though they are legitimate but the age of Bening's father is younger than your father," said Ny. Lina.

Degs...

"We'll go down first, Mom. Make mastication. Fear of the wrong house," said Arjuna still trying to reject what he saw at this time.

This man is still trying to think positively that Bening candidate from his parents is not Bening who he snatched his chastity last time.

"The wrong house piye anyway, Juna. Wong is his home. Lah was the front aide had agreed," exclaimed Ny. Lina.

Eventually the two of them were invited in by Riko, the main aide of Bening's father.

"Please sit down first" said Riko politely to Arjuna and Ny. Lina.

Then Riko told Bik Ningsih to make a drink for the two guests of the Commander. Jono was busy cleaning the backyard.

Earlier this morning Riko had released information as a representative of the Commander's family to reporters that Bening had indeed boarded an EC Airlines plane to Jakarta-Sydney on the grounds that he wanted to vacation a few days in Australia before entering college.

Investigators have found several bodies. There are intact conditions there are those that are not. An official statement has been issued that all the crew and passengers were declared dead.

Of the 234 people on board the EC Airlines plane to Jakarta-Sydney, as many as 185 people are Indonesian citizens. The remaining 49 are foreign nationals.

Tok...

Riko knocked on the door of the room several times.

"Report, Commander. There's a guest downstairs named Miss. Lina, wife of the late Kombes Pol. Gatot Subekti Mahendra's. He came here with his son, AKBP. Arjuna Sabda Mahendra's. Want to see the Commander. The report is complete" Riko said firmly.

In the room, though, clear,

Bening's father who still wears a full uniform is shocked to hear Riko's remark that his late best friend's wife came with his son, Bening's future husband. The plan is indeed a long time wanted to match Arjuna with Bening.

Earlier this morning the President of the Republic of Indonesia and the Vice President met him at the official house to express his deep condolences for Bening's death accompanied by the Police Chief.

Kapolri also said that he rose through the ranks not this event. But he already knew that this month he would rise in the ranks after the last year his achievements were even more stunning.

Even last month he managed to deal with a fairly strange case, especially the powerful mafia of drug trafficking. Especially involving some important officials in his institution.

The honest attitude and high integrity and shrewdness of a Prasetyo Pambudi since time immemorial in solving a big case has been unquestionably by his colleagues. Indiscriminate.

Right will be enforced and wrong will be dealt with firmly.

So that he also deserves a promotion from an Inspector General of Police to Commissioner General of Police with the rank mark of a Pol General is three stars.

His right hand was carrying a pistol that he carried everywhere he went. Especially outside the home. The gun he had filled with bullets. He looked carefully, with an inexplicable gaze and a mind that was being struck by deep sadness.

Although he got the happiness of promotion, but it feels nothing special when his daughter, Bening, is gone. For him there is no point in living. It was as if it was just an empty shell with no soul.

Deep regret for Bening.

Guilt that ripped the heart at Dewun, his late wife.

Embarrassed. It's not worth it that he got a lot of awards and promotions. Came on many people. Good in the eyes of others but evil and unfair to his own biological daughter.

Suicide.

This person does not deserve to live. Why live if Dew and Bening no longer exist, he thought. Better to go. Following his wife and biological daughter and granddaughter who had not yet been born.

The gun was pointed at his own head exactly to the right. All have been neatly structured both accuracy and expertise. Because shooting with the right has become a daily food since long ago.

His eyes have closed. His hand was ready to pull the trigger.

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This story tears. For my readers who don't like stories with sad and emotionally draining plots of the soul can skip.

Many novels give stories of husband's remorse. Here othor make different, want to give a touch of view of the world of military life itself with all the strange that exist. A father's remorse, an Arjuna's regret, a, be more careful in choosing friends because many good friends in front of us turn out to be sharp thorns that are ready to stab in the back and Destiny will lead to the fact wherever you go.

Truth will find its own way and evil will be scorched, melted and destroyed. The karma of human action must exist. Because God never sleeps. Only humans are careless and never satisfied with what they have achieved.

Like thirst in the middle of a barren desert. Once you take a sip, you will continue to thirst.^^