Red Box

Second Arc: The Bullet

Today, I finally decided to take a leave of absence. My family was getting noisy and kept telling me to go home. All day long, they called to the office to the point that my head got dizzy.

What's this problem again?

When I got home, they told me to go to a salon. Coincidentally, my hair had started to grow long, so I agreed. But strangely enough, they gave me a suit and dressed me up like they wanted to.

“This is for family photo sessions only, kok, mas,” explained the employee.

“Oh, so, huh? Then I borrow the dressing room for a while, mbak!” my answer.

“This alone is also okay, kok, mas!” joked the officer.

“Ngawur!” I hurriedly picked up the clothes, and entered into a small room behind the salon.

The officer smiled, while I hurriedly changed clothes. Don't know why, I feel really bad.

If it's just a photo, why do you need to do preparations like this? After all, they did not talk about family photo sessions at all.

I shook my head, stopping all the increasingly vague preconceptions. While carrying the uniform I was wearing, I came out of the dressing room.

That night, people noticed me. I guess, it's because this expensive black suit with a red tie is too flashy.

“No match, yes, mbak?”

I asked the officer who was staring at me.

“No, kok mas, really fit even,” he replied, nervous.

“Then, why is everyone watching me?” ask again.

“It's precisely because of that.” The officer.

“Well, why is that?” tanyaku, “oh, yes pay how much, mbak?” I continued, because the officer did not respond.

But again, he was dumbfounded because.

While waving my hand, I was forced to reprimand him, “mbak?”

“K-Why, mas?” saith.

“Tuh, right, not horrified?!” grumbling.

“Sorry, mas, wah I am so sorry to be married first.” The officer.

“Well, why, mbak? Keep hanging, huh?”

“Not so, just if not in a hurry, it might be able to get better.”

The officer smiled at me.

I don't know what he meant, but I don't think that thought should be justified.

“If there is no problem, be grateful, mbak,”.

The officer was silent for a moment.

“Benormously too, huh?” he said, “tadi why, yes, mas?” continue, ask.

“Eh yes, pay how, mbak?”

I re-expressed the original purpose and purpose.

“Can I see, his ID?” the answer.

“SIM can not, mbak?” my many.

“Bby, kok,” answers.

I took the SIM out of my wallet and showed it to the employee. He looked to check for a moment, then returned it.

While taking a note, he said, “all orders for a customer named Gilang Hanafi, already paid on behalf of Ibu Anita.”

“Mama?” my many.

“True, mas, this salon is your mama subscription,” replied the employee, “he has already given the characteristics, his son who wants to come,” he continued.

“In that case, why ask KTP all?” my protest, feeling fooled.

“Kepo just want to see the status of its mas. But because thanks SIM, so not caught, deh,” answers, “so, still single have a wife, mas?” continued.

“Kan, already have a husband, mbak?”

“I have two virgin spears, mas, aja..”.

One of the customers suddenly nodded. Aware of talking too long, the employee was willing to continue the work.

“Sorry, yes, mas!” said it.

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Arriving at home, it was very quiet. There is only Mbak Tini, our domestic assistant who has been working for six years. His age now might have already entered the heads of three. The woman has thick eyebrows and always looks simple, but still looks beautiful.

In the past, people often gossiped about her bumpy chin, because of some kind of tumor. Until the second year of work at our place, the tumor was finally operated on, so that his face looks more beautiful.

It was all thanks to his deft work and the kind nature he always showed. Besides, he also likes to talk. Therefore, he became easily familiar with his mother.

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I said my regards, responded Mbak Tini with a nod. With a washcloth, he went towards the kitchen, in a hurry. I was actually about to ask about mom, but she might be bothered.

While resting in the front seat, I opened my phone and replied to a co-worker chat. Actually, the contents are not very important; like asking for souvenirs. But even so, they were very helpful in the task, so it would be impolite to ignore this message.

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After a while, suddenly Mbak Tini came to reprimand. I stopped this chat activity right then and there.

“Lah, still here, mas?” tanyakanya.

“What's wrong, mbak?” my reply.

“I think you're gone.” Ma'am Tini.

“Go? Go where?”

“Lho, mas have not seen the letter on the table?”

“What letter, anyway, mbak? I am more confused.”

“Continue doing?”

“Tadi? The guy from earlier I played HP.”

“Ealah, I guess read the letter!”

Ma'am Tini pointed at a paper on the table that contained a note.

“Fetch mama at Golden Bamboo restaurant, 7pm. N.B Use papa's car, your car is not good. The key is to ask Tini!”

That's how it says.

I immediately checked the clock on the phone that was already pointing at the passing half-seven number.

“Why not say from earlier, anyway, mbak?” grumbling.

“I think, I have read,” Mbak Tini said.

“Which papa car key, mbak?” ask again.

“In the middle cupboard, mas!” the answer.

I hurried to get the key and took my car out of the yard, because our yard was not wide enough. After that, I pulled out my car from the garage and heated it outside. Everyone knows I'm a cop. No one would dare to steal it.

What a tiring day!

While waiting for the hot engine, I put my car in the garage, and prepared the car sheath. Because the garage does not fit for two cars at once, one of the cars is forced to budge and parked in the outer yard. The holster is used, so as not to get dirty or have problems due to rain.

Let papa's car outside, I thought.

It did not feel like fifteen more minutes had passed. I'll be late for sure. But it's better than forgetting.

“Then, I walk first, yes, mbak!” pamittu.

“Be careful, mas!” answer Ma'am Tini.

"Sir, take good care of the house!" my reply.

"Please, my mom!" saith.

Waving my hand, I hurried away towards the address listed in the note. Golden Bamboo Restaurant.

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When I got there, I immediately went down. The clock has shown seven o'clock past eleven minutes which means I was ten minutes late. The situation is getting complicated because when asking the waiter, it turns out there is no reservation on behalf of Anita or Handoko, aka mama and papa.

“Can I see his ID card, mas?” ask a waiter.

I really feel astonished. Why are so many people asking about KTP today?

While paying attention to the name of the restaurant, I prepared to pick up the wallet.

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*Starting this arc, his point of view shifted to Gilang.