Red Box

Box 27: The Worst Drama Ever

After throwing his annoying smile away, Gilang grabbed the laptop and placed it on the table. While asking some questions to the Fatty, his hands began to busy typing. Oh, its my fault. I forgot to say, the tall man was Gilang who suddenly became an impromptu journalist.

From their conversation, it is known that the monitor screen belonging to Fat Si broke without any apparent reason. Because it's complicated, we call it Fatty Bane. The shape was exactly that, and the smell of his feet was like a salted fish. Moreover, he continued to show his death-burst skill. Especially when angry.

Anyways, actually the statement leads to his assumption that is not based on evidence. But since this isn't a courtroom, interrupting will only make me look miserable.

My version will only be considered a defense script not to pass censorship, because of my dark track record. While Bane far above the wind, when focusing on the background.

“So, when is the monitor broken?” ask Gilang.

“Thursday morning, I saw it broken, so I immediately went to the police station,” replied Bane.

“Means, his Wednesday is still in order?” Sparkling.

Bane, too, nodded to make me even more frustrated. Gilang never asked for my opinion as the accused. That means they are already at the evidence gathering stage.

Since I was no longer focused, I no longer paid attention. In fact, even that important fact, escaped my calculations. Until finally, Gilang's statement resuscitated me.

“Then, he's not the culprit!” he said, looking at me.

“Why is that so, you yourself are saying this?” bane protest.

“Thursday, means it was only three days ago, while he hasn't left home since the last few weeks,” Gilang explained.

How could I not notice?

“That's right, I'm taking care of the Redbox issue!” myrag.

“Sit!” reprimand Gilang, “we are in check now,” he continued.

Unknowingly, I suddenly stood up.

“S-Sorry!” I said, while wailing.

I hurried back to my seat, looking at Bane with a cynical smile. The wind of victory seemed to be gushing fiercely, lifting my body from the deepest abyss.

That statement clearly benefits me. Two policemen were witnesses to his life. But surprisingly, the one who opened this path was Gilang. Last night, we had a big fight.

“He's been under surveillance since last week, and assigned to help with the investigation,” he explained, “so there's no way he's doing it,” he added.

I felt more and more in the wind, until when Bane pointed at an officer who looked familiar.

“He who said, the culprit is definitely a person named Dimas, then gave his full address,” Bane refuted.

"Him?"

Gilang pointed at him, then waved his hand to him.

“Why Lang?”

The designated man, too, walked over with a puzzled face.

“Jelasin Ron!” Sparkling.

“Lah, did he miss opening Redbox via internet cafe,” he replied, relax. Makes me feel like turning over the table.

Apparently Roni is the cop Bane appointed.

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A long breath wafts from Gilang's nose. His voice implies an intrigue. Seeing the tendency to lead to misunderstandings, my feelings also, gradually returned to relief.

“That broke the monitor, while he just opened the site Redbox!” clearly Gilang, then turned to look at Bane, "if the error, it is likely that it was our fault, because the site was filled with viruses. But if it's a monitor, I'm sure it's not him,”.

“Lah, the broken it monitor?” confused Roni.

He immediately looked at Bane, and the Fatty One, nodded. Reaffirming a misunderstanding.

“Eatya next time tanyain first, what damage, keep telling bring the evidence,” Gilang's tirade.

"Where do I know!" sahut Roni's.

Bane put on an angry face, looking at everyone with a disappointed look. After being explained, he also, accepted the misunderstanding that occurred. He also wants to be heartened to apologize, and plead guilty, has revealed an indiscriminate ulti. He promised to apologize to my family. Even this problem does not need to be extended anymore.

The only thing that stuck in my mind was, why did Gilang help me?

Does that mean my guess is wrong?

If indeed he did and intended to scapegoat me, then the sweat he dropped today would have been in vain.

Why defend me if I want to see me suffer? Or is it possible, this is just a psychic game? Make it fly as high as it is, then drop it from the best place?

No matter what, it is the most classy choice. But curiosity incited me to act improperly. Instead of going home soon, I waited outside the office.

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Long wait, I finally saw Roni. He was about to go on a motorcycle, so I decided to intercept him. Besides being able to reach the boarding house, he is also the perfect candidate to be an informant. The reason for Gilang.

“Wait a minute!” I cried, waving my hand.

While wearing a helmet, Roni glanced. Not returning my greeting.

“Why did he help me?”

I continued to ask.

He seemed to think for a while, then answered tightly, “how do I know!”

“Why did you say that I broke?” ask again.

“Lah, it was already explained, I thought the computer he error," he replied.

Roni's face looked irritated, making me even more curious.

“Is he still working on the case yesterday?” ask again.

“Ask by yourself!” Ronny.

“He asked for money, torture this that, now help! If you feel guilty, it should be from the beginning.”.

“Elu who should feel guilty, not Gilang!” break up Roni, suddenly pull my shirt.

“Hah?!”

Crazy how!

I've never had any social contact, where it might have been wrong. Even if I don't contribute, at least I'm not a parasite. It was the main motto I would never break. Instead he beat, and asked my family for some money.

“Look at me!” seruku, show the actions of Gilang.

Roni just threw away his face.

As soon as he answered, “lu emang pantes dapetin it!”

“Pantes? What's wrong?” my many.

He glared, squeezing my collar.

“Great, even your own mistakes, you forgot yes?!” he said, “can-can, you tell others to apologize, whereas you yourself never did it!” coined.

“Well, why apologize, wrong?” my answer.

“That's yes? Persecuting that person is not included, huh?”

Roni pushed. His hands clashed against each other, like a boxer stretching. It seemed that he was about to do something, but fortunately, Gilang came at the right time.

“Pocket go there, why do diem there?!” reproofing.

Upon seeing Gilang's arrival, Roni immediately let go of his hand, then went on a motorcycle. While starting the engine, he immediately turned back the motor and drove me away like a pest.

"Surge!” yells.

The noise of his loud exhaust boomed. I guess, he was deliberately bothering me and it worked a little. I just shook my head, I don't understand. I looked at Gilang's face was also astonished. Even though it was right in front of me, I somehow felt awkward to ask him.

Something Roni said made me remember some uncomfortable things. But if true, it would definitely be the worst drama ever.

Right now, there are three possible times that are lingering in my mind. First, the recent problem. Redbox, as well as a meeting with Gilang and Roni. Second, college and work. And third, a little further.

The third time is the time where a lot of socialization takes place. Roni's "persecuting" statement confused me as to where this reference actually leads. Silence petrified apparently makes Gilang so pay attention continues. Feeling awkward, I immediately eliminated myself from the police station.