Sorry I Love You, Friend!

Presentiments

The police station was crowded, as soon as the atmosphere inside transformed into a crowded market with low boisterous sounds in every corner of the room. Rows of criminals who have been caught by the police such as rapists, teri-class drug dealers, snapper-class thieves until seasonal thieves who relapse when economic turmoil increasingly suppresses finance, and, sit in a long chair with your face bent.

“Hey, why did you bring this cungkring before me?” shouted the plontos-headed police. The chicken thief sitting in front of him kept crying regretting his actions.

The policeman was upset, he got up and slammed the map containing reports of drug trafficking he was working on to make the thief speechless and inching back.

“Pie, handle that first. It's busy here" exclaimed a policeman named Dion who was busy typing on a computer. In front of him sits a rape suspect who continues to deny and convolutedly answer every question.

“AKH! You don't see me too busy, either" the man called Pie snapped, rampaging as he pointed at the pile of maps on his desk.

“What do you think is not busy right now?!” Reply Dion. He threw the red map he was holding onto the floor with emotion.

Dion hasn't been home for days, he's just filling his stomach with bread and instant noodles. Until now, the parts of his body that were touched by water were only his face, hands and genitals, causing part of his body in the midst of disturbing itching. This began to make him tired, annoyed and irritable.

Aska entered the police station with confident steps, he rounded up his determination to find out the cause of Bima's death. Despite hearing the summary story from Raka, Aska still felt the need to listen to it directly from the authorities who handled the case.

“Excuse me,” Aska standing in front of Pie. The man only glanced at a glance and then returned to his work.

“Sorry, I want to ask about the death of Bima Ramadhan," said Aska explained the purpose of his arrival.

Pie hissed exasperatedly, his eyes glaring at Aska. She was already busy enough and would not tolerate anyone interfering with her current job, even if it was a woman.

“Go," the response is indifferent.

“But,”

“Go!” Dispel Pie with a threatening tone.

Aska hissing exasperated but not forcing herself maybe she came at the wrong time. Aska sighed softly then forced a line of smiles to attract the attention of the man before her.

“Sorry, can meet with the police who handled the Bima Ramadhan accident case.”

Pie put his pen down in annoyance. “Bu, if you have no serious problem, you better get out now. Right now the police have a lot of work to do" he hissed as he waved away the woman in front of him.

Aska scrunched her forehead, “Mother? MOMMY?!” his hisses don't accept.

Am I that old? pekik Aska in heart. He is upset when someone calls with a name that makes him seem older, even if it is just for formality.

“What right do you have to call me mother? You think I'm your mother? Hah,” jolt Aska. He hit the table and brushed aside the pile of paper on the table, leaving it strewn on the floor.

Pie was surprised, he got up from his chair and took a few steps back. Confused why the woman in front of him suddenly went berserk. Some of his colleagues laughed amusedly in response to Pie's shocked face which gradually turned pale.

“Let's calm Mom,” Pie lowered her tone, she forced a smile that looked more like a horrified grin.

“BU?” Aska raised her voice again.

“Ah, no, no, miss.” Error Pie gelagapan.

Aska rattled her hair in an anxious manner. “Hey, listen to me!”

“I'm here to demand the performance of the police who are not very good in handling my friend's case. I want you to find him immediately!” Read Aska without pause. Not giving a man a chance in front of him to interrupt.

In addition to being upset by the arbitrary treatment of these police, Aska also wants to immediately find her best friend, Aska is afraid of bad things happening to Bima out there.

“Sit down first," Pie's voice softened. He was a little scared to see Aska who was starting to act like a madman.

Aska slammed her ass violently. He sat down with a sour face.

Hervi who had just set foot in the criminal reception room was astonished as soon as he saw the entire attention of the occupants of the room turned towards Pie's desk.

What else does the man do, every day there are problems he causes, Hervi thought.

He approached the source of the commotion. There Pie stood with a panicked face while staring at the shoulder-haired woman, an annoyed look dominating the oval face with dimples on both cheeks.

Pie looked at his boss that was all wrong. “Emm this, ah what's your name?” Pie turned to the woman before him, waiting for an answer.

“Askia Sahara Ferbriani,” sahut woman was gluttonous.

Pie looked at his captain anxiously, asking for help. It seemed like he would not be able to handle the woman before him.

Hervi nodded, hinting Pie to get out of the way immediately, handing the matter over to him.

“There can I help?” Hervi sat in Pie's chair.

“I'd like to see the Bima Ramadhan accident report,"

Hervi cringing. He disliked the commanding tone that was evident from the way this woman spoke, making him feel intimidated.

“Sorry, you are his family?”

“Ya.”

Bima Ramadhan, Hervi recalls clearly the case of a car with a burned body at the crossroads of the road to the peak that was found a few days ago. Although there are some irregularities from the results of TKP but Hervi can not do much. Evidence found leading to a single accident led the chairman to immediately order him to close the case.

“Why silent?” The woman knocked on the table twice to resuscitate the police in front of her.

“Ah, Askia," Hervi thought for a moment, looking for the right reason.

"Aska, you can call me Aska," Aska said.

Hervi nodded in understanding. At first glance he caught the annoyed expression of the woman as Hervi mentioned her first name.

“Begini, the police can not arbitrarily show the report of the investigation to anyone. Including his family," he explained as calmly as possible.

Aska breathed a tired sigh. He had gone through a hard day, words of formality that led to rejection could not satisfy him.

“There are you guys hiding?” ask her in a full-fledged tone.

Hervi glared, this woman is too outspoken. “Sorry, we really can't show it," the break was firm.

“OK. I won't ask for the file,” his sigh resigned. “But I'm sure Bima hasn't died yet, you guys should immediately look for her I'm afraid something happened to her.”

“What's the reason you talk like that?”

Aska. He has not found a reasonable reason to explain his beliefs.

“What?” Hervi repeated his question.

Hervi examines the appearance of a woman named Aska. There was nothing suspicious, the flat shoulder-length hair, the shirt and jeans plus the wet jacket from the rain that flushed the city all day. Other than the pale face that looked tired there was nothing strange about this woman.

“Hmm, premonition," muttered Aska quietly. He knew what he was saying was ridiculous and worthy of being a laughing stock. But this was all Aska had, the feeling that Bima was still alive.

“Fragrance?” Hervi frowned, not long before he let out a long sigh. “You know right? Premonitions can't be used as evidence?”

Aska nodded weakly then raised her face looking at Hervi. “But I'm sure Bima is still alive. Please find him, "he asked nearly.

Hervi caught faith in the woman's facial features but the case was closed and there was no logical reason to conduct further investigations. “Aska, I know you are still saddened by the death of your brother. But foreboding can not be used as an excuse to deny reality" said Hervi. He tried to convince the woman in front of him to accept the reality.

“I think you're just in shock over death,” Hervi glanced at the file looking for the victim's name. “Bima Ramadan.”

Aska started to sob slowly. His mind confirmed Hervi's words but his heart still insisted that his best friend was still alive.

Hervi gets up from his chair near Aska, “Try to accept all of this. Everyone will feel the same if they lose their loved ones, but life must continue. You have to be strong" he continued, patting the woman's shoulder slowly.

Aska was still sobbing, her voice seemed to be locked behind her heartbreak. Bima, what should I do?