Second Full
The Tragic Death
A senior investigator was seen observing the wounds on both bodies. The tears were deep and seemed to be done carelessly. The victim's face is almost unrecognizable. Even the sodetans hit the bone.
"Sir, we continue the visa in the hospital" said one of his men politely.
"Of course Rendi, of course. I just didn't think it through. Who did it, he must have hated the victim. So mean. You keep looking for fingerprints or whatever it is" the senior investigator pointed to his members. The senior investigator was a sergeant, usually called sergeant Heri. Some of his men are like looking for a needle in a haystack.
***
The day is so bleak. The scent of Death was still fresh in the housing complex. The crowd was crowded, the people were talking. Not a few media also came to cover. The house that became TKP was immediately given a barrier and guarded by officers.
***
Angela woke up, it was noon. He also got up reluctantly. His whole body felt sore, the contents in his head felt heavy. While showering later, he felt a slight pain in his left arm when splashed with water, perhaps only a slight scuff. "The mabok is careless" he thought. After the shower, he immediately dressed. Not too flashy the clothes he was wearing, he did not want to provoke any attention. However, he was famous as a soap opera player. Long sleeve sweatshirts, thin veils similar to scarves plus sunglasses he wears.
His career faded with his decision to isolate himself. There's something he has to do himself. Finished devouring two slices of whole wheat bread with cheese jam, he immediately downed the orange juice. Angela now lives in an ordinary apartment on the 10th floor in a corner of the city.
After breakfast he stepped into his gold shop, he opened a box of jewelry given by his mother that he collected from adolescence. He thought why he kept the items given by his mother, if his own mother went somewhere. He thought, it would feel even if he broke away from the things that hold the memories. It hurts too much if the stuff stays around him, he wants to be completely free from the burden of the past and he wants to be alone first.
"There are no letters, please just check the authenticity," said Angela. Before carrying out his duties, the shopkeeper who already knew Angela well was a little slurred into Angela's face. Angela looked pale and without makeup. The shopkeeper did not dare to comment on Angela's deathly pale face. The gold shopkeeper did his job well and immediately returned to Angela with a blank sheet of paper and started counting.
Angela was convinced by what she had decided. Besides now he has no great income. Only an indeterminate amount of royalties goes into his account every month. He also rejected all contracts. This week he had a complete rest. After his luxury apartment he sold, his favorite BMW sedan he sold. She wants to be the new Angela, the new clothes, the new car, the new apartment. If the heart and brain can be replaced, he also wants to replace it and become a new person composed of new experiences.
Angela's transaction finishes weakly. Just as the money was getting into his new bag, he found his phone ringing. Money he keeps, phone he opens.
From Gea, his best friend.
"Jel, hunt home, I wait at home bokap Lo, I otw now well," Gea's voice sounded hasty.
"What the hell?" wonder Angela.
"Anything, a splinter, I wait, okay?" After saying so, Gea hung up her phone and grabbed the key from inside the bag.
Angela became curious, she called back the Gea. But not lifted. Angela is bete. He was lazy to deal with his father again. He thought hard, what happened. Inevitably he entered the sedan and headed for his house. A bad feeling stirred his heart, remembering Gea's words earlier.
***
"The daughter of the victim?" Show the cops.
"Bu-not Sir, I, I'm his friend. I mean, my friend whose daughter was the victim" Gea replied nervously. But the police can understand.
"Is there a contact number?"
"There sir, already, I've called. He'll be here soon" Gea honestly.
Angela has arrived. His face was full of questions. There were several police cars parked near the gate of his house as well as an ambulance that lit up. Angela kept going. There was a yellow line running along the fence of his house, there was Gea crying in front of a policeman.
"What's this?" mumbling Angela. Gea turned her head and immediately hit Angela who was gawking not knowing anything.
"What is Jel?" said Gea covering Angela.
"My dad? Why her?" Angela also cried, carried away by the atmosphere that Gea gave.
"Sorry, sister Angela, can we go to the office now-"
"Where is my father sir? Whahuh? What's going on???" peekut Angela. The cries of Gea grew louder and the embrace grew tighter.
The scorching afternoon stings to Angela's heart. He still could not believe, and he was led by Gea and a policeman to the morgue.
A lonely hospital hallway, a lonely heart. He wants to see his father. As the police say, a child must see his father's face one last time. He also ventured, as severe as his father's behavior lately. He was still his father who used to love carrying him and even accompanied him to play dolls. Shit!, Angela so remember first, those carefree times just popped up, happy childhoods looming at every step of the way to the morgue.
The damp room, the cold room they entered. Sepi covers the heart. Two nurses who came to greet them now opened a large drawer and slowly unzipped the black bag containing the body of Angela's father. Angela should be ready to see it. His heart is beating fast. He was very sorry, last night he had sniffled at his father. He was eager to advise his father. But he always struggled and failed to start serious and close talks with his father and now it's too late.
One more step he looked at his father's body. Strange smell. He thought, maybe this is the smell of formalin. He finally saw his father's face and chest filled with tears of wounds. It seemed to be depleted in claw claws by ferocious beasts and stitched.
"Qu-enough, enough" said Angela. Gea also saw it and immediately immersed himself on Angela's shoulders.
"Already, thank you," the policeman told the two morgue officials. Gea takes the low-key Angela, along with the cop.
