Renjana Dusk Kala
Chapters 1. Crime Turn Back
Crime Turn Back
(Against crime)
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Surabaya, 02.39 WIB
Tama
Bruk!
From a distance of about two meters, he threw the car keys on the dining table carelessly, put the wallet and two mobile phones, and then opened the food hood in which there is a plate containing fried chicken in unison, tofu, and, fried tempeh, a small bowl of plow sambal, and shrimp cracker setoples.
His outstretched hand grabbed a piece of tofu, devouring it in one mouthful.It felt bland perhaps because it was already cold. While chewing, his eyes caught a piece of writing book paper stored under a jar of crackers. Shaped like a paper book that is torn in a hurry, because the former koyakan cause asymmetrical lines.
--
Lodeh is in the refrigerator.
ttd, ttd,
Yu Adah's.
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Surely his favorite vegetable lodeh contains shavings of young papaya fruit, pumpkin, shrimp, with a thick sauce that more resembles curry than vegetable lodeh.
But it's too late now. He has no interest in eating coconut milk dishes. He was more interested in taking a heat-resistant plate in the pantry, filling it with three pieces of fried chicken in unison, and putting it in the microwave. While waiting, he grabbed the television remote and turned it on.
"Indonesian national team beaten Thailand national team, with score 3-1, in the friendly match at the Gelora Bung Karno (GBK) Stadium, Jakarta, on ...."
He watched the television screen, watching Satria Abhimanyu, Indonesia's young striker netted two goals against Thailand.
Ting!
As he watched the television screen, he headed towards the pantry, took out a freshly heated chicken, then picked up a plate of rice and a glass of water. But once back at the dinner table, television no longer broadcast news of U-19 national team victory.
"You're watching Metropolitan Night."
He began to eat his early morning dishes with a gluttonous.
"Conglomerate Jusuf Parawihardja is finally willing to appear in public, to respond to the hot news that has been rolling since the last two weeks."
"Some sources say that the tycoon had a romantic relationship with Cundamanik Larasati. Talented young singer Indonesian Sweetheart."
"I'm speaking here on behalf of a private ...."
A man appeared on the television screen.
"I have no relationship with Cundamanik."
"Don't make the news up to date. I've been almost 60 years. While the young artist .... how old is he now?"
"I deserve to be a father more than a lover."
But the television screen actually aired the middle-aged man's togetherness with the artist in various private events among jetset. He continued to eat while slightly regretting entrepreneurs of the caliber of Jusuf Parawihardja could not avoid the scandal. The most plausible possibility is that the rest of the Parawihardja family are fed up and let the media sniff.
He was still watching the television screen that thoroughly peeled the background of the life of the Indonesian sweetheart when he realized the rice and fried chicken in the plate had been slippery toilet. He then sipped a glass of water and then spread both hands up while yawning.
Her body was really tired.
For the past two weeks, he has been busy investigating various cases. Starting from the land mafia who dragged the names of a number of regional officials. Murder case and mutilation of corpses in suitcases in Kediri. The suicide of one crazy rich family in Ngagel. Last night, he led a direct raid on two gambling centers in Star Zone, Gubeng and Club House, Menganti.
He again yawned lazily while glancing at the wall clock that shows at 02.57 WIB. There is still enough time to rest the body of the goods for a moment before dawn time arrives.
Without clearing the dining table, he went into the room, threw himself on the bed, trying to melt himself.
He thought he was asleep. But strangely still can see the wave of blue cloth in the distance. He looked carefully at the beautiful cloth. Then he was stunned when the wind landed on his shoulder.
He grabbed a cloth that felt so smooth when touching the palm of the hand. The soft fragrance that had just been discovered this time, slowly cradled his entire consciousness.
He was still admiring the beauty of the blue-colored cloth in his grasp when the shadow of a person appeared in the distance. The radiating aura of beauty attracted the interest of both her eyes to narrow perfectly sharpen the vision. But no matter how hard you try, the shadow is not recognizable.
He almost wanted to see from a close distance. He was really curious about the shadow. Who her? But someone threw a phone call at him.
"You're all I need beside me girl
You're all I need to turn my world
You're all I want inside my heart
You're all I need when we're apart"
(White Lion, You're All I Need)
His eyes remained closed with his hands outstretched over the nightstand trying to grab the phone intending to turn it off. But what is wanted is unachievable.
Goddamnit!
He had only fallen asleep for a moment but someone had dared to interrupt in the morning blind.
He was still fumbling the entire surface of the nightstand trying to reach the phone. Mike Tramp continues to pursue.
"Damned!" the meaning was upset when he realized the sound of the phone was coming from the dining room.
He staggered towards the dining room, rushing to grab a mobile phone fluttering on the table.
Erik Calling
"Lapo (what's up), Rik?" he asked with his head floating because he was still sleepy but had to wake up.
***
He had replaced the navy polo shirt that was worn last night while leading a raid operation with another dark color polo shirt taken from the top of the pile. Make sure the revolver is where it should be. Hurrying to drive the vehicle to the apartment in Kedungdoro which is about 7 Km from where he lives. Where according to Erik's information earlier, there has been a murder case.
At his destination, he steered towards the basement because the building yard was filled with police cars, ambulances, and minibuses with the logo of the national private television station.
"Sopo (who)?" he asked Erik who was welcoming in the lobby.
"One of the figures who yesterday entered Forbes magazine," Erik gasped as he shook his head.
He did not comment. Honestly, his head was still very light. It can't be used to think of complicated and heavy things.
But before entering the elevator, he shouted at Teguh who passed by.
"Guh, sterile, Guh! Reporter kongkon nyengkreh (his reporters tell him to go)!"
"Ready, Ndan!" Steady nodded in understanding.
But a second later he changed his mind, "User ae (just drive away)! Reporter user ae teko kene (the journalist just drive out of here)!"
Steady back to nod. This time more steady.
As soon as the elevator door closed, he immediately muttered inexhaustibly, "Where do reporters know that the victim is an important person? Garai mumet ae (just make a dizzy)! Don't get out on the news before we finish the investigation!"
"Ready!" Erik nodded.
From the main lobby, they went up to the 52nd floor.
"This is the highest floor, the most exclusive unit, private elevator, fingerprint access, not everyone can enter" Erik explained along with the elevator door that opened.
His eyes were immediately greeted by a vast expanse of room thick with shades of luxury. It resembles a five-star hotel lobby with a modern minimalist design. However, there is one accent in the form of a police line that reads 'do not enter'.
"How many units are there on this floor?" ask her while walking across the slippery marble.
He nodded, "The next-door resident?"
"Dihandle Cahyo" replied Erik. "As soon as it's done with Mas, I'm the one who intervened."
"OK," he murmured while massaging his increasingly throbbing forehead.
He stepped hurriedly through the exclusive corridor towards the white door on the wide-open left side, TKP.
"Sir?" A number of officers nodded respectfully upon seeing his appearance.
He raised his right hand in response. Rushing stepped into the middle of the room where two officers wearing vests bearing the words Biddokkes (medicine and health field) Polda and Bid TI (information technology field) Polda on the back, he is conducting an examination as well as capturing the last position of the victim.
As soon as it was done, the two officers nodded towards him then moved aside. Give space to him to see the condition of the victim more clearly and freely.
The man in his 60s was sitting on a chair, his head and chest drooping onto the table, his mouth and nose letting out white foam.
"The estimated time of death was about three to four hours ago" the forensic officer said. "The main indication of sudden cardiac arrest."
"From an outside examination, there were no signs of violence and scars. Either because of sharp objects, blunt objects, or empty hands." Forensic officers turned down the report.
"Damned!" it means being aware of the victim. Erik and the two officers in the vest looked at him question markingly.
He was still glued in place, not moving as long as the official phone stored in his pocket again shriveled Mike Tramp's voice as a sign of an incoming call.
"You're all I need beside me girl
You're all I need to turn m ...."
(White Lion, You're All I Need)
He raised the call.
"Are you there?"
He took a deep breath before answering the demanding question from the caller, Rajas.
"Yes." Yeah." Tongue's cow.
"Is he, right?" asked Rajas in an impatient voice.
"So sorry ..." he muttered while looking at the victim, who was none other than Rajas' uncle, Jusuf Parawihardja.
***
He was still talking about the possibility that happened with the rescue team when the officers began to put the stiff body of Jusuf into the body bag, lifting him out of the room to be taken to the Hospital so that the divisum.
"The only eyewitness" Erik muttered as he ended coordination with the team, pointing to one of the doors on the right side of the room.
"There was no sign of outsiders coming in" Erik explained. "Nor did anyone inside come out."
"Everything is clean and very normal" Erik continued, pointing out scribbled papers from an initial investigation.
"They came home from a private party in a star hotel. Stop by one of the bars in the shopping center," added Erik with his index finger pointing down. Because this luxury apartment is located one tower with a medium to upper shopping center. "Eat a bowl of mushroom soup and a glass of red wine."
He immediately met the eyewitness sitting inside the master bedroom with a deathly pale facial expression. The tears of the young girl had not even completely dried up.
Cundamanik Larasati's.
Singer newcomer jebolan the number one talent search event in this country that is predicted to be the next Gayatri, Indonesian pop diva.
The world is really narrow. And (often) gossip is a pending fact.
"Good night, introduce me Tama," she said, sitting in front of the girl who looks to be the same age as Anja, the youngest sister.
From the beginning, Cundamanik had no intention of answering any questions. The young teenager just cried and continued to cry, making Erik fall in pity and then provide a shoulder to lean on.
He protested against Erik's extraordinary readiness. But met with rebuttal through gestures, quibbling as part of a task.
"Don't worry, there will be our officers accompanying," Erik explained as he patted Cundamanik's shoulders shaking violently from the sobbing.
He only grinned at the special dexterity Erik displayed in such a short period of time. Then leaving the room intends to meet the occupants of the next unit who may have meaningful clues about this event.
"Cahyo!" call him as soon as he sees Cahyo talking to the team from Biddokkes.
"Yes, Sir?" Cahyo walked over.
"You said again to the next unit, why is it here?"
Cahyo looked nervous before answering. "Already in the same handle bang Erik, sir."
It cringes. "Lho's? Erik's inside, right."
"Bec ...." Cahyo's getting nervous. "I mean ...."
"Where are they?" tanyanya fast.
"Who, Sir?"
He looked at Cahyo annoyed at asking such a stupid question. "Nounger next door unit. Where are they?"
"In ... their unit, sir. Being accompanied by Sigit. By order of Bang Erik, we ...."
"I want to see them." Without waiting for an answer, he rushed towards the exit.
"Sir Tama!" Cahyo followed behind. "Bang Erik said, Mr. Tama don't see them first."
He flinched. "Since when has Erik been able to treat me?"
"Not so, sir. But ...."
He kept his feet through the exit, down the slippery marble-floored corridor, towards the second door on the right side of the corridor.
"Sir Tama!"
Apparently Cahyo is still chasing. But he had gone to the white-painted door where Sigit and Revelation were seen talking to a middle-aged man with a familiar look.
He almost gave the word greeting, but urung because the corner of his eye first caught the shadow of a woman who appeared from the room in carrying a tray containing three cups.
The woman was stunned as soon as she realized her presence on the doorstep.
A completely unexpected event, in an instant managed to make the dizziness that is still disturbing become increasingly alarming.
He had thought someone deliberately struck a sledgehammer right above the head in a row, mercilessly, turning it off right then and there, destroying self-esteem to the point of no silence.
Crumple down and then perish.
***
Remarks :
The term 'Turn Back Crime', or fighting crime, appears in Interpol's annual hearing held in April 2014, in Lyon, France (source: laputan6.com).
Lyon is the headquarters of Interpol. The launch of the term coincided with a century of birth of the 190-member institution.
Turn Back Crime is a 2014 Interpol program. This worldwide police network campaigns for public awareness to come together to fight organized crime around them.
Several written crime cases, quoted from various sources. Such as: newsjatim.com, yakajatim.id, merdeka.com, etc.
A visa is a written report issued by a health care provider (signed by an authorized physician) based on an examination of a victim of sexual, physical, or mental abuse. In the report, there are details of the physical and psychological health condition of the victim examined (source: hellosehat.com).
Visas are performed outside the body. It can be done on those who live or die.
