Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 11. Have Nothing to Say

Have Nothing to Say

(There's nothing more to say)

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Surabaya

Tama

Om Jusuf actually could not be dead. But the problem is, the way first aid is not done properly. So the antidote to overdose, works slower than death picks up.

Because based on the results of an autopsy performed marathon and in a hurry, it shows if not just methamphetamine contained in body organ fluid Om Jusuf. But also heroin and naloxone.

Naloxone itself is a drug commonly used for emergency relief for overdose victims. The nature of its compounds helps to launch suffocating breathing due to opioid toxins.

In the usual relief procedure, naloxone is injected into the victim's body. But judging from the results of the autopsy examination, which did not find traces of injections in the body of Om Jusuf. Most likely this substance does not enter through injection. Moreover, it was found in the stomach. It can be ascertained if this drug is given in Om Jusuf.

And because the drug does not go directly into the blood circulation. Must pass through the stomach and bile first. Makes the power work slower. Can't help saving Om Jusuf's life.

This discovery proves, if there is an attempt to save the life of Om Jusuf who is dying. The question is, who drank naloxone in Om Jusuf. Because Cundamanik insisted on not doing it. And there was never any evidence of a glass or anything, used to ingest naloxone.

Unless someone has thrown away the evidence. An unknown person, when to enter and exit the Cundamanik apartment. Because the results of CCTV footage and evidence in the field do not support this theory.

"There are others" so Rajas believed. "Someone took advantage of this situation."

Until more than a week has passed, the puzzle of his killing Om Jusuf has not found a bright spot. Pulmonary haembap conditions and evidence of naloxone fluid, have not been able to bring them to the real culprit.

And shortly before Om Jusuf's funeral procession took place, Fidelis as a representative of the family asked them to stop the investigation.

"We have given up the departure of om" said Fidelis.

"The heart attack is beautiful enough to be the reason for his departure."

"We don't want to get hurt again, because the background of om's death continues to be public consumption."

After the funeral ceremony, he along with the public relations officer of the Mabes Police gave a statement in front of the media. Read the autopsy results that just came out. Aim to reduce the confusion of information, which is widely circulated in the media over the past week. Related to the death of Om Jusuf.

But in reality, the cause of death of Om Jusuf is not yet certain. Research in the field continues. With Cundamanik who is still a witness.

He and his team must really work hard, in an effort to find the missing link.

Although it is being preoccupied by the handling of crime cases, which seem to continue to emerge almost every day. He can still remember well the birthday of Reka.

"What do Junior High children like?" he murmured more to himself.

"Cowok or girl?" sambar Erik is facing a pile of investigation papers.

"Remain" he answered quickly.

Erik looked up at him, "Much."

"The latest gadgets, action figures, sports equipment, all about games," continued Erik convinced. "What are your hobbies?"

He shook.

While still sitting in SD, Reka was active in one of SSB (football school). He also watched a number of tournaments.

But it seems like time has passed for quite a while. He had even forgotten, when was the last time watching Reka play ball.

So, when finally decided to buy PS5 as a birthday gift. But Reka's reaction only raised an eyebrow with a frowning face. Make him aware, if his knowledge of Design zero is large. And this hit his heart.

Plus the presence of Om Pram in the middle of the important moment of Reka. Greeted warmly by Reka, even her mother-in-law. Successfully hit back his self-esteem that was even still scattered.

"Who wants to claim a divorce? Me or you?" tanyanya cold.

Kinan looked at her with a face full of tears. But he really has been on the verge of patience.

Does he love Kinan?

He certainly is not a kind of bo doh man. Who wants to marry a woman even if she does not love him. The figure of Kinan is very worthy to be adored. Beautiful, educated, independent. With the presence of Rikk in their lives.

But for now, love is just bullshit (nonsense) to him.

"Come," Kinan replied with a soft murmur.

He nodded. Then reach for the coffee cup that seems to have started to cool. Sip slowly. Still the same taste. But with a much different atmosphere.

"Didn't you want to ask me why I was there" Kinan looked at her with a sad look.

He cursed in his heart. Then hissing to unravel the anger.

"Why do I find comfort in others" Kinan continued. Make him back cursing even though not spoken.

"Mas never knew, or did you never want to find out? When I don't want to go where Mas goes, when I avoid Mas, when I choose alone ...." Kinan was still looking at him.

"At that time I want to be achieved," said Kinan lirih, but blasphemed. "I want to be found with you, Mom. I want to ...."

"I've done with this (i'm done with this one - figurative meaning-)," cut it quickly.

"Don't retreat backwards," he again hissed withstanding the emotions that were ready to explode.

"I know I'm not a good husband" this time he forced to smile. "I can't understand you."

"My bad (my mistake)," he must admit to this one. "So sorry (so sorry) ...."

"Maybe it's been quite our journey to get here," he looked at Kinan solemnly. The anger that was just clumping was now slowly beginning to unravel.

"You deserve to be happy with your choices and desires" he let out a long sigh.

"I propose" he said with a heavy heart.

Kinan simply gave her a blank look. Not giving a reaction at all.

"I consulted with the leader first," somehow he felt very relieved.

"Please prepare a letter willing to divorce," he knew, sooner or later they would have to discuss something like this.

"Send it to my office address."

"As soon as the leader's permission comes out, I immediately ask the lawyer to enter a lawsuit."

Kinan was still looking at her expressionlessly.

"But there's something else important we both have to do," this is the part he dislikes the most. "You want to say goodbye to my parents, or I'll give you back to your parents?"

Kinan took a deep breath and muttered softly, "We go to Jakarta first."

He nodded, "Okay. Give me time to take care of everything."

Kinan looked down his head.

"But before I go to Jakarta, I ask for one thing."

Kinan.

"We both have to talk to Reka."

Kinan let out a long breath, "I know."

"Please set the time."

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He has consulted the watpers (personnel care). Before submitting a written letter of divorce application to the work unit. He has also been directly facing Metro 1, as the official authorized to grant permission.

And Metro 1 just took a deep breath while shaking its head, "Finally give it up now?"

Gossip about the condition of the complicated household, of course, has become an easy consumption for most people. Kinan's absence in every activity carried out, was clearly the main reason. If it wasn't for Papa's good name in this corps, his career would have been on the spot. Because of Kinan's negligence in carrying out duties as an officer's companion, plays an important role.

And this evening became the time chosen by Kinan. To talk about their divorce plan together with Reka.

Located in a Japanese restaurant. Located on the 5th floor of one of the shopping centers. He really hopes, this can be the perfect setting in an effort to unravel the tangled threads between the three of them.

"Where is your school?" he felt he was switching roles, becoming an irresponsible father. Often appears in drama series scenes.

They just shrugged, "That's it."

"Stay with the SSB?"

The design frowned towards him.

Following Kinan's nervous murmur about the thing he had just heard this time.

"Since the ACL injury design, it's been off from football."

"Injured?" he replaced cringing. "When? Wh why? Match time?"

Now Reka began to throw a dislike gaze at him.

"Almost half a year ago," Kinan replied with an uncomfortable expression. "When I go home."

"Oh," he remembered now. "That one? Finally make you stop playing ball?"

"Do we have to talk about this, Bun?" ketus Reka's murmur made him stunned.

"Delivery!" tegur Kinan fast.

He understands the terrain now. And that's not fun at all. Once realized, if Reka apparently did not like its existence. Maybe even hate him.

"There's something important that you want to talk about," he tried to ignore the blow to all that hit the heart.

The plan continued to eat. Not giving attention at all.

"Dad's sorry, because it's been rare with Reka," he tried to string the best sentence.

"But Reka had nothing to worry about," he tried to smile. "Dad still love the Reka."

The design seems to stop the bribe. But not looking at him.

"The condition of the father and mother .. lest it affect the condition of the designer."

Makes him then think, is the time of the age of Reka, he also acts as thick as this? Most likely yes.

"They must remain diligent school, continue to learn, in order to achieve cit ...."

"Are we cosplay counseling teacher BK?" cut Quick design. And cynical.

"Delivery!" this time Kinan rebuked. "Remember the mother's message? Respect your father!"

He could only fizzle withholding emotions.

"Okay, Design," he has to act now. "Father and mother .. will be separated."

The frowning designers looked at him, "What difference does it make? Hasn't it been that way all this time?"

"Delivery!" Kinan is back.

"Dad never came home, never met Reka, never ...."

"Delivery!"

"Wild!" he cut off Kinan's speech. "Come .. say everything. If you have to, get angry with me."

The designer looked at him with glittering eyes.

"Let's know the wrong dad where," he continued with a pounding heart. Waiting for judgment from his own heart.

"Maybe until tomorrow will not be finished" muttered Reka cynically.

"What?" he nodded in not understanding.

"Father's mistake was too much," Reka firmly managed to slap him. "Till tomorrow will not be discussed."

"Delivery!" Kinan looked at her with a nervous expression.

"That's a lot of dad's fault?" he looked at Reka in disbelief.

The designer just sneered not answering.

"How do I make it up to you?" tanyanya fast.

The designer looked at him expressionlessly.

"Tell ... how should you make up for that many mistakes," he muttered with a heart that was again scattered.

The designer still looked at him with a cold look. Then move on to Kinan. Before finally speaking with a very fast intonation, "Father same mother divorced. That's one way I make amends."

Then Reka got up and left, "I want to go to the toilet."

He looked at the back of the designer who was walking with great comfort.

"Have you ever told Reka about all my activities?" tanyanya could not believe it.

"I'm the story ...." Kinan. "I'm sorry for this one."

Then Kinan looked at her softly, "They are in a period of self-search. He's a rebel type."

This time he could not help laughing. Yeah, of course you are. Isn't he a rebel? Like father like son's. Not a new thing.

He nodded in understanding, "Let me take the two of you along."

"Maybe after the verdict came out" he continued trying to make sure. "I'll talk to him as a fellow man."

"Must," Kinan nodded. "Of all the complicated misunderstandings between the two of us ... The plan still has a great father."

"Great?" he laughed cynically.

Kinan smiled. Probably the first smile in their meeting this time. After before, Kinan continued to put on a nervous facial expression.

Kinan was still smiling. "There's still a lot, Mas .. This kind of important chat can go very normally."

He laughed discordantly. Sure enough, from the start he even wanted to turn the table with just one hand. Good thing his common sense can still function properly.

"There's plenty for everything all along ..." continued Kinan, who looked at him with a look of relief.

"I wait .. when to come to Jakarta," continued Kinan again.

He nodded, "Let me know."

Kinan let out a long breath, then said a soft, almost inaudible slur, "We've got enough here?"

He nodded again, "Enough to get here."

"I'm sorry and thank you .." he half muttered.

Kinan smiled at her, "Sorry and thank you ...."

At this moment he felt, the heavy burden that was squeezing slowly began to decrease. Even though it still leaves pain. Which is undefined.

At night he tried to contact Sada. He is clearly seeking support. Especially if you have to deal with Papa and Mama.

"I'm splitting up with Kinan."

"Finally (finally)."

"Suck!" mean it. Demi found Sada's flat reaction.

"It should have been years ago," complained Sada without having to be polite to him. Damn it was this little sister.

"I appreciate Mama" she gave an excuse. "Mom ask not to separate."

"If you know what happened in the apartment, you're immediately dragged home!" muttered Sada more insolent again.

"Fucking shit (fucking)!" he cursed with all his heart.

Goddamn bum. How could Sada know about the incident in the apartment? The world is truly limitless.

"Congratulation (congratulation)," Sada always had the guts to make it.

"So ... When do we move? Do not let the same first Om Raka. Bis ...."

Right then, he wanted to curl Sada's neck.

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Divorce licenses have dropped. He has also contacted one of the acquaintances of the lawyer, asking to take care of the whole process to completion.

There is no clause on child custody disputes or gono gini property disputes. The plan would have stayed with Kinan. And it is very willing to take full responsibility for the future of the Design.

And while waiting for the process in the religious court, he invited Kinan to say goodbye to Papa and Mama.

Definitely not a fun trip. They both even took off on different planes. We met in a shopping mall. Before finally sliding into the house together. As if everything was okay.

"Kinaaan MBA?" exclaimed Anja cheerfully, when he saw his appearance and also Kinan at home.

"How are you, Mba? Geez, last time we met when I was Junior High, what was it, Mba?" babble Anja.

And Kinan was shocked when he found out the whereabouts of Aran.

"It's my baby, Mba," replied Anja with a raised nose.

While he just stood there behind them. Busy composing the best sentences to convey to Papa and Mama.

"Much did I miss, huh?" kinan Gumam. As they were waiting for Papa in the Library room.

He just took a long breath. Not interested in answering at all.

"I always ask Dara to tell me about Papa and Mama's situation" Kinan continued. "Including the time Papa had a stroke."

Kinan had visited Papa. While still being treated in Jakarta or while in Singapore. But the two of them never met each other.

"But Dara never told her that Anja was married," Kinan looked at her. "Udah has a baby."

"Sama ... What was it, Anja's husband had an accident?" kinan continued shaking his head. "Many things have been missed."

He himself just knew, if a week ago, Cakra had a motorcycle accident in Bandung.

"I also just called Teh Dara aja kok, Mas," said Anja when he protested because he was not informed. "Mas Sada also may not know. That Dara Tea doesn't tell."

"Lagian Sakronya also not why, just a broken nose doang," continued Anja quickly.

His little sister had actually turned 180 degrees. It was no longer the spoiled little girl whose behavior troubled everyone. Now he can take responsibility for his own life.

And so Papa Mama sat in front of herself as well as Kinan. His tongue suddenly fell. Even his courage in an instant, had turned into tiny particles that scattered all over. Chaos balau.

But Papa said nothing. Just pat her shoulder twice. Then move first with a hardened face. Leaving the crying Mama while hugging Kinan.

"I'm sorry Tama yes, Kinan. Forgive me if something goes wrong."

He who was helping Papa walked towards the room, could still hear the voices of Mama and Kinan sobbing together.

"It's not Tama who's wrong, Ma."

"I'm wrong."

"I'm sorry."

"I apologize profusely."

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Remarks :

Opioids: are painkillers, which work with opioid receptors inside the body's cells.

These drugs are made from opium plants such as morphine (Kadian, Ms Contin) or synthesized in laboratories such as fentanyl (Actiq, Duragesic) (hellosehat.com).

The entire explanation of the cause of death of Om Jusuf, inspired by an article published in the magazine tempo.com issue of February 12, 1994.

ACL injury: anterior cruciate ligament. Generally this injury occurs in the ligament of the knee joint. ACL injury itself, usually caused by direct contact such as tackles from opposing players or due to non-contact physical causes such as falling in the wrong position (lifepack.id).