Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 70. "Keep Your Head Up!"

"Keep Your Head Up!"

(Get your head up)

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Jakarta

Icad

In an instant, the gathered people filled Kioda's house. The waves are still crying while wailing. Kiana almost fell asleep carried by the old father's wife. But Kioda is nowhere to be seen.

He searched all over the house. Including to the back where the chicken coop order pack RT is located. But Kioda remains invisible to the trunk of his nose.

He finally chose to sit on the terrace like a sickle. Silence was silent among the adult men who flocked at him with a myriad of puzzling questions.

"Where's the story?"

"Where were you?"

"Can't it be ganged up?"

"Where's Mark's motor now?"

While people were still questioning him, a number of Kioda relatives started to row in the living room.

".... There is a cost ...."

".... Take the body ...."

".... Need some quick money ...."

"Borrow to where ...."

"Total fourteen million ...." ©

"Without the crate can be reduced .. already from there .. do not know ...."

"Care of care ...."

His eyes pushyly stared at the mixed noise sobbing tears slashed in the living room. Almost everyone who was there put on a face full of confusion, confusion, and anger.

He really doesn't know what to do. You can only close your eyes while leaning your back against the wall. His heart is painful and bitter. His hands were flooded with cold sweat with trembling knees and feet floating as if they were not on the floor. While the flash of memory of the cheerful face of Markus who greeted them at the kitchen door made tears drop after drop began to fall.

"Oi! Bonn ... Icad..".cn ...."

"No side dishes, Cad. We cook only what is. We make ... the world's most delicious gomak noodles ...."

"Let Om interra ...."

"You're a hawker in Indoapril, Mr ...."

The back of her hand moved rapidly shrinking the tears that were falling down as she recalled Kiana's hysterical scream in front of the cashier's table.

"SISTER! MRS! MRS! HUHUHU!"

If he refuses to be taken home. If only he hadn't gone to the toilet. If only he hadn't been in the toilet too long. If only he could run and hit the crowd when he saw the torn red jacket. Suppose ... if .. if .. if ....

"I can't imagine for something that happened ...." The voice of grandma suddenly spinning filled his head. "Time cannot be repeated. Regretting is useless. Blaming others let alone circumstances is just a futile act."

"We bring back all misfortune by asking for help .. may God give us the strength to live all that is destined with a big heart."

He thumped his teeth with a shivering body trembling. Resist all the regrets and anger that raged. Staring at the atmosphere of the living room that was increasingly rowdy by the lamentation of sadness and the murmur of confusion of the people.

"Don't forget to also beg .. may we be enabled to improve the situation ...."

The back of his hand moved back quickly wiping away the dripping tears. Reminds me of the same pain all those years ago. When a man comes home with shocking news.

"Teuku Iskandar Muda is confirmed to be one of the victims killed by pirate attacks in ...."

Grandma staggered until she had to hold on to the wall of the living room. Mama drowned on the chair. And he could only see all the sadness that was happening.

Even when mom finally had to be treated in the clinic for three days. Lying weakly with the infusion attached to the hand. Even the grandmother who always cried every time in the prayer room.

Only Yahbit looks strong without tears. Waiting for my mom at the clinic until she had to skip school.

Can it be as strong as Yahoo? Helps to improve the situation even though it cannot return it as before.

".... Must immediately borrow money ...."

".... Can't diego already price that ...."

".... It fell down the stairs. People are in more trouble ...."

".... Strived today .. must ...."

The chaos in the living room is still going on. This time it is getting heated up because a number of Kioda relatives began to be provoked emotions. They have to be controlled by neighbors. The sight that made his chest grow tight. Pain and grief.

"Where's the cop? Has this happened without any police?" The furious cry of a middle-aged man left him stunned.

The cops?

Where are the police?

The officer who had brought him home to Kioda's house was no longer visible. Only two bhabinkamtibmas (bhayangkara the builder of security and public order) who just came and was talking with RT sir.

His memory is instantly on someone.

Without thinking he immediately moved. Leaving behind a deep atmosphere of grief without anyone noticing his disappearance.

"Oject, Bang!" Excitement with breath hunting because running from the house Kioda to the end of the alley. His feelings were filled with a burst of hope that the person who wanted to be addressed could help.

Really very hopeful.

"Speak, Bang," he asked impatiently as he got caught in the queue of vehicles at the red light.

The dark afternoon atmosphere. The sky began to darken. A row of street lights that light up. Vehicle queues and the sound of clamming horn-tilted. To be the perfect backdrop of all his fears and regrets.

"Beload ahead!" He can breathe a little relieved finally be able to arrive at his destination. Still wearing a helmet, he ran inside. Ignoring the gatherer who shouted at him.

"Hey! Oi! Where are you going?" Hardik an officer when he saw him break through the entrance and ran towards the stairs.

"Stop!"

But he doesn't care. Keep running up the stairs until it hits a number of people.

"Who are you! This is a restricted area!" An officer managed to block his arm. "Down!"

But he rebelled with all his might trying to break away. "You'll see me."

"OM WHO?" The officer who nailed him glared. "DOWN NOW!"

"O TAMA!" Angry shouting.

"Whose name?" Other officers began to approach him and crowd him. "You don't tell me!"

"Pull it down!" The orders of an officer who seems to have power.

But he managed to get away first. And immediately sped up the last rung of stairs leading to the second floor.

"LACK OF TEACHING!"

He kept running. Passed by some officers who were walking in the hallway and looked at him in astonishment.

"RIFF! RIFS! Hold the boy!" The officer who was chasing him.

When the shadow of a pair of glass doors that were about to be addressed began to be seen, his arm was blocked by two officers at once.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"SILENCE! DON'T RUN!"

But he was still trying to break away while muttering with his teeth chattering in anger, "You meet Tama ...."

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Devano

Does he have a double job now? For sure he must bring a laptop to the room Mr. Tama. To be able to keep working while watching the little boy who has a purpose in life is troublesome for others.

"What a long father, Om? I'm going home first, deh."

He shook. "Sir Tama asked to wait."

It immediately offers a super-fast office WiFi password. The ultimate weapon to grab the heart of ABG. But apparently, WiFi passwords have no price in the eyes of Reka.

"Boss main hape."

"You want to go for a walk?" The offer voluntarily became an impromptu tour guide.

From Mr. Tama's room, they began to walk down room by room, hallway by hallway. Introducing the boy to everyone he met.

"Who, Van?"

"The commander's son."

It even shows the atmosphere of the detention room. The ones that Reka immediately rejected were raw as soon as they walked through the iron gate.

"What other interesting place?"

He grins. "The place the artists who got caught underwent drug tests, will you?"

Smirking reply design. "What a hell is a place."

They finally returned to Mr. Tama's room because Reka complained of hunger. Then order food through an online application.

"Om told you to spy on me?" Ask Risa with a mouth full of chewing food.

He who does not eat just raises eyebrows. Keep the work done in front of the laptop screen.

"What other work?"

He laughed discordantly because he found the exact same style of design as his father when someone did not understand the command, "Here is it to me?"

But his answer was held back because of the suddenly opened door and the appearance of Rifai, "Van! There's a reckless boy looking for the commander. You know him? What's his son maybe?"

He pointed at the Rite who was chewing. "This ... his son. I've been here since."

"okay." Rifai immediately turned around and closed the glass door. But left a screaming sound from the direction of the hallway that made him sharpen his ears.

"Rips! Rip!" He soon followed Rifai. And surprised to find a rebellious boy trying to escape the check of Hari and a number of his colleagues.

"I just want to meet Tama!" The boy repeatedly cried.

"You have no business here! Come down come down!" Snapped Rifai while telling Hari to pull the child out of the hallway.

But he began to realize something. "Wait!" Prevent trying to catch up with Hari's steps.

When faced with the dead red-faced child who continued to rebel, all became brightly lit, "You?" He was trying to remember. "Who ever caught a brawl?"

The boy looked back at him with glazed eyes.

Now, he shook his head many times watching the two ABGs sitting at the end of the sofa differently. One with a stingy face and just finished eating. Another one had a crimson face like a seething lava glow.

"Izin, Sir?" He breathed a sigh of relief as the fifth call was successfully connected.

"I'm still in touch with Metro 1!" Sound across.

"P-pak, there's Teuku Risyad." He hurriedly delivered a message before Mr. Tama decided on the call.

"Who?"

"Teuku Risyad," he replied with relief because Mr. Tama would listen. "That one was caught by the brawler."

"I know!" Mr. Tama's voice back to snarl. "Did it happen there?"

"Finding Father ...." He began to explain briefly, concisely, and clearly. As Risyad told me before. "It's been handled by Polsek ...."

"You handle until I come!"

"Ready, sir."

He hung up the phone and looked back at the two ABGs who were silent to each other.

"I coordinated first. You guys wait here."

But before he left, someone opened the door.

"Van! Si Risyad has not paid ojek," said Rifai lantang. "Bust be barred Didit downstairs."

He reached into his pocket to get his wallet.

"Eye helmet!" Rifai's head again poked out from behind the door. "Wait to see the same guy."

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Design

He didn't know who the boy was sitting next door. At first glance from the look on their faces of their age. The same posture is also high. Only what distinguishes the boy looks thinner than he is.

Nor does he know what is really going on. Because the child next door answered the question from Om Devano and om Rifai with a trembling voice. But what is quite tickling is the name for the father. The word om spoken sounds quite familiar, lithe in the ears.

"Next we broadcast live, press release conducted by the Metro Jaya Police Chief related to the case of the killing of the chief justice."

The voice of the news announcer on television managed to divert his attention from the mobile phone screen.

"Good night, colleagues all, based on the results of the investigation conducted by our team from the Metro Police and Polda ...."

Three men appeared on television screens. The man in the middle was talking. The man on the left is unknown to him. And the man on the right is Dad.

It was the first time he had seen a father figure appear on a television screen. It feels weird but a little fun.

"Next will be explained by the Metro Police Chief ...."

His eyes were increasingly focused on the television screen. Watching the father who was talking while showing some evidence.

"We're on the road now." Om Devano suddenly entered the room. "Designs Included."

He just according. Because they are interested in knowing what really happened.

"You two are acquaintances, dong," continued Devano while driving. "Have you met up on acquaintances yet?"

He didn't answer. The child sitting next to him. They are both compact silent a thousand languages.

After passing through several points of congestion, the car began to enter the narrower streets. Then stop at the yard of a welding workshop that has closed. Parked in line with patrol cars and ambulances.

From the workshop proceed on foot. Down a pretty narrow alley. Before finally entering one of the most crowded homes visitors with yellow flag signs.

The atmosphere of deep sorrow instantly ambushed anyone who was there. Wailing sobs sounded earthy surrounding the body that was lying stiff in the coffin.

With a boy standing there. His eyes were empty. Although the child who was with him moved forward whispered something while hugging. The eyes of the child in front of the coffin remained empty. Not reacting at all.

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Tama

He immediately assigned the police department of the crime scene to fully investigate the case of persecution that led to death. Ordered its members to take care of the administration of retrieval of the body in the hospital. Asking Devano to take Reka and Icad to the funeral home. Then contact Pocut despite haste.

"Icad came home late. I'll take you home."

"Why? Is there a problem?"

He who is in a hurry because he will do a press release with Metro 1 only answers briefly. "You don't have to worry. Icad is fine." Then close the call without waiting for a response from Pocut.

Once the whole task in Mapolda is done. Then he slid towards the CTKP and then the funeral home.

"Please give us justice ...." A woman who wailed beside the coffin welcomed his arrival. "My husband is not a thief. My husband is innocent. Why did this tragedy befall us ...."

He had a chance to talk with representatives of the victims' families and police reskrim kanit. Before finally finding two ABGs sitting next to each other on the terrace.

Icad looked down with a gloomy face. While Reka looks empathetic, also dissolved in sadness despite not knowing the victim.

He patted Reka's shoulder first. Then embrace the languidly bowed Icad.

"Keep your head up (stretch your head)."

Slowly Icad began to turn his head towards her with teary eyes. "Please Kioda, Om ...."

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©. :quoted from the article loaded by detikNews dated December 28, 2018.

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