Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 109. Cloudy Swamp on the Edge of the Gorge

Jakarta

Tama

Since the age of a dozen, there is one question quite disturbing but has not found the answer. About what exactly is the intention and main purpose of being a servant of the state in addition to happy parents, especially papa?

The glory?

Notoriety?

Power?

A simple question that returned to teasing after a long time hidden while re-investigating the case of death om Jusuf. Together with Erik, he returned to Surabaya to collect additional evidence that should have escaped in the first investigation. But when it began to find the bright spot of possible causes of death of om Jusuf due to cardiogenic toxins that attack muscle tissue and cause heart attacks, the release of the identity of the suspect became the most surprising breaking news.

“Goodnight all colleagues, based on the results of follow-up investigations conducted by Bareskrim Mabes Polri and Polda Jatim, the death of JP siblings due to toxins that were put into drinks during dinner on the day of the incident.”

“KH, man, 37 years old, job as PS hotel manager, admitted his actions poisoned JP's brother on the orders of FMP, who was reported missing since seven months ago.”

But the facts he knew were opposite. First, the poison of the plant can cause death after successfully entering the human body for 12-24 hours.

Second, the hotel manager initialed KH is known to be in debt as much as 1.5 billion online gambling.

Third, as a former Director at the scene of the crime, he was not involved in any re-investigation.

When he was rereading the results of laboratory tests of deadly plants more carefully, Erik brought the second shocking news.

“GB missing, Mas. We lost contact since a week ago.”

GB, a young man in his twenties a pharmaceutical high school alumnus who was arrested for hacking the police website and online ticket booking application is one of his secret informants. That young man who revealed the facts about the possibility of om Jusuf consuming deadly plant toxins.

But while its people have still not managed to track down the whereabouts of GB, a much larger recent case has been waiting, about Won Bank's troubled bailout policy.

He was intrigued because to his knowledge, Won Bank was the result of the merger of Rajas' Bank Artha Rejasa and Wisak's Platinum Bank as well as Armand.

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Remarks :

JP: Jusuf Parawihardja's.

KH: suspected JP killer according to police.

PS: the name of the hotel where JP and Cundamanik had dinner.

FMP: the intellectual brain of JP's murder according to the police.

GB: informant Tama in re-investigation of JP death cases

Question: why are the initials not explained other than Jusuf Parawihardja?

Answer: because the initials are related to other Sephinasera novels released after the RSK end.

Sorry, yes 🙏😇. Patience, yes 🥰.

Jakarta

Pocktail

Since her womb entered the age of 24 weeks, Tama began willing to give space for her. Of course, with the knowledge of Stella's doctor after making sure her pregnancy is in good health and normal until safe to carry on the move.

“But can't be tired." Tama. “Must understand the condition of the body and know the limits of ability. If you start tired, immediately rest.”

He himself felt healthier and fitter while moving. Too long to stay during the bed rest period actually makes the body less comfortable and sore. But he kept the promise to the husband to keep the pregnancy and not excessive in the move. Occasionally cooking for children if they miss the cuisine, go to visit Niar's mother, take turns with Anjani to see mamak at Koneng village house, or just walk around the complex in the morning accompanied by children.

About two weeks ago, Anjani enrolled her in a pregnant gymnastics class. But he has not participated in a single session because he chose to accompany the children to spend the holidays at the end of the school year.

“Where are your vacation plans?”

One day, he overheard Reka asking when the kids were busy playing PS in the living room.

“No idea,” replied Umay and Sasa simultaneously.

“Emang holiday should be to where yes, Mas Reka?” sasa asked sounded so curious. “Kan at home is also a holiday. Watching TV, playing all over, and .. not going to school. Yeayyyy!”

“Bener, Sa, bener.” Umay. “That makes you happy from vacation, don't go to school. Yuhuu!"

“Huh, no exclamation.” Reka grumbling. “You have no vacation plans with interesting things? Let's fit in spirit school again.”

Umay and Sasa shook their heads together. “Nggak.”

Reka grunting. “If the way anyway, free also vacation but not ngapapain. Boring, make males.”

It seems, the habit of filling a vacation between Reka and her three children is different. Tama once said, if the school holidays arrive, the little designer will be invited by the mother to go to Bali or other interesting tourist attractions. While his three children, used to fill the holidays by playing around the house only. They rarely and almost never visit tourist attractions, especially since bang Is worked on tankers.

If you remember, their last tourist moment is to go to Ragunan zoo. It's been a long time. Agam sometimes take his three children to the Mall. It can be counted on the fingers. Because in addition to prohibiting him from often throwing money for things that are less useful, Agam's time has also run out to work in Retrouvailles and expeditions owned by bang Fahri.

Meanwhile, since a week before the holiday arrived, Tama was busy with work. In addition to rarely going home, the husband almost never has free time on weekends.

“Please tell the children, we have no vacation,” Tama said when she asked if the husband had plans to vacation with the children. “If you want refreshing, you go to the Mall or eat out. Take Anja with Cakra because Papa can not come.”

But he has another interesting idea. He then asked permission from Niar's mother to bring the children to stay at her mother-in-law's house. He also asked Anjani's permission to allow the children to sleep in the tree house. According to him, it would be more fun to gather with family than a walk to the Mall. He can cook for dinner, the children are content to swim in the uti place, and camp in the tree house owned by makbit.

Umay and Sasa became the most enthusiastic to welcome the plan to go to the house uti. While Reka and Icad only nodded with a flat face. Be the holiday end of the school year they fill by staying at home uti as many times. The rest is at home. That's why she hasn't followed pregnancy exercises. She plans to attend a pregnancy gym class after the children return to school.

Today is the first day of school after a long holiday. The agenda is pretty solid. At seven o'clock in the morning there was an appointment with the architect, ten o'clock was active with Kemala's mothers, then had lunch with friends of the personality class to celebrate the engagement of Hilda and Jack, respectively, while the afternoon of routine studies at home with the Mutia graduate.

“Mama, the meal is not finished, I am full,” whine Sasa while showing a plate containing rice and side dishes that are still plenty.

“Sini, Abisin Brother, Sa.” Umay almost snatched Sasa's plate but he first prevented it.

“Night Sasa does not eat, if this morning does not have breakfast, later limp in school.” He nodded warning. “Try .. if you see .. Sasa plate contents are still the same as before, nothing will decrease. That, the rice is still intact. The lake has not been touched either. Eat, kid, a little bit is okay. The important stomach keisi.”

Sasa frowned while slamming the spoon onto the plate. “No want! Sasa wants to drink milk!”

He took a deep breath looking at Sasa's behavior. He looked around the dining room. Umay was seen spending breakfast as if being chased. Khusyu designs put side dishes into the lunch box. And Icad just finished the last mouthful and got up to wash the dishes in the kitchen.

“You bribed Mama?” he nodded and sat down next to Sasa. But her little daughter who today wears a pink ribbon is shaking her head strong.

“No want! Sasa is not hungry! Drink milk!”

He took a long breath again. “Yes, it's okay, Sasa don't need breakfast. But drinking milk is like eating bread, huh? Let Mama make toast.”

“No!” Sasa's voice snapped furiously.

“Sasa?” It cringes. “Can you speak well? No yelling at old people, son. Can be angry with Mama, but the talk is not using shouting.”

“Do not let our voice be higher than the voice of the parents, Sa,” muttered Umay who was down to spend breakfast.

“Mama want to make toast first.” He had an idea to grab Sasa's heart. Because serving Sasa's anger will be endless if not immediately take decisive action. “Later Sasa can eat in the car while walking to school.”

He rushed to the kitchen, but could still hear Umay whispering. “Same mama, Sa. Don't fuss.”

He began to polish the bread with Sasa's favorite chocolate jam. Then put it into the grill and set the level of maturity.

“Sasa ngambek because last night om Tama did not call,” said Icad who just finished washing dishes at a glance.

He took a long breath again. It's been three days that Tama hasn't come home. Usually, the husband routinely calls the children at night if they are on outside service. But the last two nights, there wasn't the most anticipated incoming call. When he sent a message asking if he forgot to call, Tama only answered briefly with one word, busy.

“Sasa kangen same papa?” he said slowly while putting a plate filled with toast on the table.

Sasa who was still pouting nodded weakly.

“Sorry yes, last night papa did not call.” He stroked Sasa's hair. I wish I could take the princess's heart.

“Two nights!” Sasa's voice was still snapping.

“Yes, papa two nights no call.” He nodded. “Let's let mama remind papa to call Sasa.” He tidied up the ribbon that was almost released. “Yes? Now Sasa is getting ready for school. Later late.”

Sasa was getting whimpery. “Papa lie! Papa breaks the promise! No call Sasa, no love Sasa!” Then grabbing a piece of toast in a quick motion and reaching out to say hello.

 

At seven minutes or less, a silver sedan entered the courtyard.

“Breakfast first, Kang Adam.”

The young man before him refused subtly. “Thank you, Mom. I had breakfast.”

Aulia Adam was quite patient in dealing with clients. He has proven it himself. In their discussion of the ever-changing design at every meeting, Adam always followed their many wishes well.

Tama once marked Adam when in the middle of the road wanted to add a room on the second floor when the RAB calculation was out. And the young man answered him while half-slutting.

“I get paid, Sir. Hence friendly.”

He then reminded the husband, so that after the process of building the house will be completed, Adam was given a special award for serving them well.

“This position biopore absorption hole that I want.” Now Adam spread out the drawing paper in front of them and began to explain. "The amount has been adjusted to the area of open land that surrounds Mother's house."

 

He was enjoying lunch at a star-rated hotel restaurant when mamak called.

“Cut, Umay home quickly, from school come to Mamak's house alone.”

“Iya, Mak,” she answered while listening to a funny story about the engagement story of Hilda and Jack that Tobias told. “Kids can rest there first, Mom? Later in the afternoon to be invited by Agus, all of Mutia's graduates want to have a study at home.”

“But Umay went home alone, Cut. Sasa didn't come here. Umay word has been picked up more du ..”

He could not hear the mamak's words clearly because the table was dominated by the laughter of people who laughed at the funny journey of the love story of Hilda and Jack.

“Iya, Mak,” he said a little in a hurry and also smiled in response to Joanna's teasing for new lovers, Hilda and Jack. “I send the children first, later in the afternoon picked up, Teurimong geunaseh, Mak.” concluded closing the connection.

Ahead of the afternoon when he was cutting bolu rolls for study, Umay ber assalamu’alaikum cheerfully, followed by the emergence of mamak and Mutia's ustadzah in the back.

“Wash your hands together wash your feet first, May. Then change clothes,” he said while wiping hands with a tissue, meaning to welcome mamak and Ustadzah Mutia. “Take Sasa too. Remind to change clothes.”

“Sasa does not exist, Ma,” replied Umay while entering the bathroom.

He was stunned and rushed to meet the mamak and the Ustadzah Mutia.

“I think you already know that Sasa did not come home,” answered my mother in astonishment when she asked where Sasa was.

“Not come home how, Mak?” tanyanya's confused. “So instead of going home from school with Umay?”

Mamak. “Sasa did not come home. I told you on the phone.”

“May!” He knocked on the bathroom door and asked his second son to come out. “Umay!”

“So said the teacher, Sasa picked up first with papa's aide,” Umay replied as soon as he came out of the bathroom.

“Which papa judan?” He was a little surprised because Tama never told him this. “Om Nurdian?”

Umay.

“Om Heru?” his pursuit. “Or Aunt Lolle?”

Umay shook his head again and shrugged his shoulders. “Ndon't know, Ma. Last time, miss teacher announcement came home quickly, I got a stomachache, continued to WC.”

“Then where is Sasa?”

“I told Sasa to wait in front of the teacher's room.”

“Terus?” He began to worry.

“Terus .. when I get out of WC, Sasa already does not exist.”

“No how?”

“Kata bu guru, Sasa invited aide papa.” Repeat Umay while frowning. “So.” Then the second son looked in wonder. “Why Mama nanya-anya, indeed Sasa has not reached home huh, Ma?”

He immediately called Tama, but the two numbers he contacted were not connected. She contacted the husband's office, but the officer said Tama was not in the office. She asked if the husband had ordered the aide to pick up the children. The officer replies if the aide is following Tama outside service. He was dissatisfied and asked again, whether he could talk by phone with Nurdian officers, Heru, or Lolle. And the three named officers replied that Tama had never been ordered to pick up the children.

With a bad heart he rushed to contact the homeroom teacher Sasa, asking who the person who invited him to school was.

“Female, Mom, police uniform, beautiful. Said an adjutant Pak Tama.”

“But until now Sasa has not reached home, Mom,” he said began to tremble. “And my husband is out of service, never told the aide to pick up the kids.”

 

 Jakarta

Design

He was attending an extracurricular introduction session in MPLS activities for class VII in the theater room when Mr. Vanvan called.

“They, already performing ahead?”

He nodded. Although not the head of the swimming experience, the student council asked him to speak in front of new students as the Popprov silver medalist this year.

“What's up, Mr Vanvan?” he asked while walking around following his gym teacher.

“There is someone who picked you up,” replied Mr. Vanvan while telling him to go into the picket teacher room.

“They, there is an important family need that requires you to go home right now,” said Mr. Dieter, pointing to a fat-haired man in a brown uniform who was sitting in the guest chair.

He nodded and asked permission to take the bag first in class. But the foreign man who gave him a sharp look immediately stood up.

“No need to grab a bag, Dik,” said the man in the brown uniform. “We go straight home.”

He looked at Mr. Dieter and the man took turns. “How can I go home without a bag? In the bag there is a cellphone and a new textbook shared.”

“Already, Dik, no need,” connect the foreign man firmly. “Let's be taken by another officer. Now my sister is coming with me. Father is waiting. Important.”

Mr. Dieter is trying to mediate. “Take the bag for a minute, sir. We wait for dis__”

“No need, we have to go right now.” The flap-haired man gave a skinning look to her and Mr. Dieter. “Thank you. Good afternoon,” continued the man while pulling his arm out of the picket teacher's room.

“Later for your bags send us ojol, Ka.” There was a cry from Mr. Dieter as he walked across the corridor to the front yard of the school.

“What's important, Om?” he asked when the man approached the black car. “Hurry like this?”

The brown uniform did not answer. He even told her to go to the back door with a little push.

He who is very upset about being treated harshly wants to protest. But urung, because as soon as he entered the car, he found two men who were also fat and in brown uniforms sitting inside. Including someone else in the driver's side seat.

He was then pulled by a man with almost fused eyebrows to sit in the middle.

He grumbled as he slicked his shoulders. “I can sit alone!”

The car they were riding directly hit the road with gas. He was still grumbling over the harsh treatment these people had done. Whereas in my old office, the officers were kind and friendly. Especially knowing that he is a father's son. Their hospitality will be increased many times over. But these people in uniform really had the guts to treat him harshly.

“Where are we going, Om?” He began to be amazed when he realized the route that was passed was not the way to the home or office of the father. “Cock in this direction?”

“Diem, lu!” snapped the man with the fused brow. “Not much!”

He was trying to challenge. “Om what's his name! Why is it not Nurdian or Heru who picked up?”

Suddenly the man sitting on the right side hit his head. “Silence, bang sat!”

While the man on the left curled his neck while smothering his mouth using a black handkerchief that gave off a pungent smell.

He felt very angry and wanted to return the blow, but missed. He kicked and rebelled with all his might trying to escape. But the body seemed to be gradually powerless. Then drown helplessly. I was so tired I couldn't move. He only had time to hear people in the car saying the name of the animal to each other.