RECIDIVISTS
CHAPTER 18
Already various kinds of efforts have been done Lukman to find the existence of Winda, starting from searching in various kinds of places that usually visited Winda, he said, looking for him at the home of his parents to ask every friend of the relatives of Vinda who Lukman knows, but all his efforts only bear disappointment. Lukman doesn't have much time, no matter what happens he has to find Vinda. After some time ago Yos kidnapped his girlfriend, now I don't know who else wants Vinda. The fear of losing something so precious pushed Lukman's footsteps to the iron gate of the prison house, where Winda worked. Lukman was determined to ask Winda to the head of the detention house.
Several times Lukman let out a long sigh before pressing the small button that was stuck on the wall, right next to the iron gate. No need to wait long, just once Lukman pressed the bell button, seen the face of a warder officer who served in the porter menjuk his head through a small hole next to a large gate.
“Good morning. Can we help you, sir?” ask the warden, friendly.
“Mmm... I would like to meet with a caravan,” Lukman replied conveying the purpose of his arrival.
“Do you have an appointment?” ask the warden again.
“We have no agreement,” short Lukman.
“Alright, wait a minute. What is the father's name?”
“Lukman... Lukman Hamidi,” Lukman replied, doubtful.
The warden beared before closing a small hole next to a large gate.
No matter how many times Lukman sighed, it never crossed his mind to set foot in prison or in the detention house, even though he only wanted to meet with the head of the detention house.
Before long waiting in front of the gate, the warden returned and opened the iron gate wide, allowing Lukman to enter.
“The warted pack is holding you in his room,” said the warden, informing.
“Thank you,” said Lukman, he stepped in doubtfully.
From afar Lukman stole a glance at the rutan dwellers who were seen wandering in front of their respective rooms. Although in the past Winda often told the atmosphere in the house resistant, but never imagined in the mind of Lukman to see for himself how life behind bars with the truth. The small 90-person holding house must now be occupied by around 300 inmates and prisoners because all public institutions in Indonesia are experiencing the same problem of over capacity.
At a glance the corner of Lukman's eyes to the door of the room located in the last row, above the door of the room was emblazoned with the inscription ‘R.KARUTAN’. Slowly Lukman's knuckles knocked on the door of the detention house's headroom.
“Log in..”.
With doubt mixed in, Lukman opened the door as he heard a voice of a man inviting him in, “good morning, sir.”
“Ya, morning. Please sit down,” Pak karutan invites Lukman to sit down, but the 40-year-old man's eyes are still focused on the pile of paper on the table that he must sign. Pak karutan closed his worksheet he switched to look at Lukman who had already sat in front of him, “ada I can help, sir?’
“Hem... hem...” heard Lukman cleared his throat a few times before starting to talk, “I shouldn't have come here, but I was forced to convey my trust.”
“Who from, sir... oh yes, whose surname is this?” ask Mr. Karutan who has started to look serious.
“My name is Lukman, sir. I came here to represent the family of Vinda Rusila. Yesterday his mother entered the hospital and he told Winda to come to visit even if only for a moment,” said Lukman, in earnest.
Mr. Karutan did not immediately respond to the story told by Lukman, the middle-aged man seemed to think for a moment before telling the real thing, “even though he did not know what really happened to Vinda Rusila, he said, I also don't know where he is now. For several weeks he has never entered work, without any information, our side should have turned off Winda Rusila to run the task. But it's okay, considering that her parents sent you here, I'll try to find out where the girl is now and I'll deliver this message.”
“Before I say thank you for bothering to help us,” said Lukman. Although Mr. Karutan claimed not to know where the existence of the current Vinda, Lukman's heart was a little calm to hear the words of the head of the detention house that will try to help find out the whereabouts of Vinda. “Alright then I say goodbye, sir,” Lukman got up, shook hands with the leader of the tiger cage, before stepping away.
Mr. Karutan followed Lukman's steps until the figure of the man was lost behind the door of the room, the hand of Mr. sartutan crossed, he leaned his back on the chair, he leaned on the chair, the middle-aged man paused for a moment what he thought before he reached for the phone handle perched on his desk.
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There is no beautiful morning if it does not start with a cup of concentrated coffee, that is the habit of AKP Anom since he grew up that he could not let go. Although the doctor had banned him from drinking too much coffee because of the ulcer he suffered, the middle-aged man ignored the words of advice from the doctor, for him the day would not be sunny without a cup of coffee.
AKP Anom stepped inside his study room while whistling a little with a cup of coffee on his left hand. At a glance the corner of his eye darted the sheet of paper that was already on his desk, when his footsteps stopped he reached the sheet of paper, his eyes agile reading the rows of letters that lined up.
“IPTU Hashim win professional and fast in working,” Inner AKP Anom, amazed. How not... just yesterday afternoon he ordered IPTU Haysim to find information on Lukman's background data and now the middle-century man who served in the intelligence had already completed his task with a fit. Although older than AKP Anom, but the rank of IPTU Hashim under AKP Anom, but after all AKP Anom always pay respect to IPTU Hashim, maybe because every task that is assigned to him is always completed very quickly, that is the advantage of IPTU Hashim in carrying out tasks.
The ringing tone of the phone on the table took the attention of the police officer, he looked at the name listed on the screen of his phone, “hallo. I'm in the room.”
Not long wait, seen Yos bouncing his head on the lip of the door, reviewing the occupants of the room, “saf late,” Yos said while opening the mask covering his mouth and nose.
“So I just arrived... sit down,” AKP Anom let Yos sit down, his hand pushed a pack of cigarettes and matches in front of Yos, offered a cigarette, “nih, the note you requested yesterday, you said,” the police officer was shaking the piece of paper he was holding.
Yos took a seat in front of the AKP Anom, his hand reached for the cigarette pack and lit it before starting a serious conversation that would take quite a while.
“Lukman Hamidi a 24-year-old comes from a family that can be said to be able, he works as a tour guide and so far there is no criminal record that we found in this man. Hmm... Maybe your suspicion of this man is too much, Yos.”
Yos just silently did not respond to AKP Anom, he sucked a cigarette that was still burning in the crevice of his finger clasp. In theory, Yos suspicion of Lukman could have been said to be too excessive, but according to Yos' premonition, there was something strange about the man. For a long time Yos was silent, I don't know what was in his mind at the moment.
“Tour guide... yes, tour guide has something to do with tour leader,” hiss Yos as if whispering, but his voice can still be heard by his interlocutors.
“You mean?” follow AKP Anom.
“If indeed Lukman works as a tour guide this means that the Naufal murder case has something to do with the death of a drug courier who was killed in Central Lombok some time ago. “In my opinion, the death of the drug courier, Naufal and also the attempted murder of Winda Rusila are the same perpetrators,” Yos eyes sharply looked at AKP Anom, as if he was so sure of his theory.
Since dealing with the case of Naufal's death, the police officer never thought that the case he was handling now was a serial murder case, until now when Yos conveyed the theory that led to the serial murder of AKP Anom is still not convinced. According to AKP Anom, the theory that Yos presented briefly was very weak did not have a strong basis.
“Why can you be sure, whereas Lukman has never been involved in a criminal case..he is clean.”.
“How about Naufal?”
“Yes, Naufal also has no criminal record,” replied AKP Anom.
Engraved a satisfied smile on Yos lips heard the reply of the police officer. According to Yos, Anom's AKP answer was 100% wrong, this indicates the police officer's theory missed. Yos wiggled his index finger in front of the face of AKP Anom, “the drugs carried by the courier actually belonged to Yadi, not Rio. And the late Naufal... paid me to snatch Yadi's drugs, but.... before I took the goods, there were others who preceded me.”
AKP Anom was silent long enough to hear the story of Yos. The story he just heard from Yos is indeed the same as the information he got from Winda, “if indeed Lukman is the perpetrator of the murder case, then what is his purpose?”
“Nah... that, I also do not know. All I know is that Yadi and the late Naufal are indeed in a territorial dispute. But for now we forget Yadi, Rio and his conferences, fuck them. Now I want to know, if Lukman's office is adjacent to the office of the late Naufal?”
Yos' words had a point, too, AKP Anom began to understand with the way the man who was now in front of him, he immediately opened his desk drawer, he immediately opened his desk, looking for a report paper on the data of the late Naufal, he wanted to match it with Lukman's self-data record. The look on the face of AKP Anom suddenly changed, he looked at the paper in both hands alternately, yes. Without realizing AKP Anom carved a smile of satisfaction, it must be admitted he was satisfied with the cooperation provided by Yos.
