STALKERS
11. Accident
“You found the culprit? How can?” ask Arga, via cell phone. He did not expect Zevanya would find the perpetrator quickly. In fact, just yesterday he invited the girl to cooperation.
“Rifky. That's the name of the culprit, he's applying to be a student at Dirgantara High School. He is also like a conspiracy, although I am not sure.”
“Who?”
“Zevano. Strange, no? How can I, my name is the same he just different thin?”
Arga was silent while thinking. He glanced at the blackboard attached to a photo of Zevano and Zevanya when they were both 10 years old. Livy himself gave it to Arga, whether the man should be anxious or happy. Glad that Zevanya had met her twin, though she could not remember. Worried because Zevano is part of a group of stalkers.
Arga saw a stack of search papers missing nine years ago. The mother-in-law gave it to be spread, she did not need it anymore because the person she was looking for was in sight. Although not yet know the appearance of Zevano's face that has grown up.
“I want to ask for help with you.”
“Ask what please?”
Zevanya sends Zevano photos via WhatsApp message. The girl secretly photographed him while the lesson was still going on. Arga zoomed in on Zevano's phone screen, then saw it using a magnifying glass. Not only do their names sound similar, even their noses, eyes and lips are very similar to Zevanya.
“Yes, they are very similar. I can't even believe that he's Zevano Pradipta, who went missing 9 years ago.” Arga looked at his phone still showing a photo of Zevano.
Arga's way of speaking is so. He has been taught since childhood by his parents using standard language, to look polite when talking to someone. When alone, Arga will be himself and change his speech style like Zevanya.
Suddenly Zevanya's face flashed through Arga's mind. “Pas really, it's lunch time.” murmured. He got out of his chair and walked towards the door.
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The break has begun, students will certainly go to the school cafeteria for lunch. The criminology class was quiet, no one was there. Zevanya takes the opportunity to retrieve Cindy's stolen camera. He looked to the left right, ascertaining the surroundings.
His zevanya unzipped the backpack that was placed under the seat. Inside was a baseball bat and Cindy's camera, and the girl grabbed it and closed the zipper. Not to forget, Zevanya copied the video to her phone as a backup. He hid Cindy's camera in his backpack.
“Zev? Why are you still in class?” kata Indah as she stepped towards Zevanya's seat.
Zevanya's face looked pale. Stammered, he was about to reply Beautifully. “Gue again to the cafeteria ... You're not exactly Rifky, are you?”
Lovely shook. “Neg. Why why?”
Zevanya let out a rough breath. “The culprit is Rifky.”
“That killed Cindy?” tanya Beautiful make sure. Zevanya.
Lovely recollecting their last chat with Cindy in the canteen. He realized that the man who introduced himself in front of the students was the perpetrator who killed Cindy. However, he could not report Rifky to the authorities because he did not have strong evidence.
The hour of rest ended, all the students of the criminology class gathered in their respective places. Zevanya glanced at Rifky's backpack in the second, precisely behind Gavin's seat. A pair of eyes managed to catch the face of Zevanya, who seemed to notice him from earlier.
“What's up?” ask Rifky. His flat face glared sharply at the girl.
From the direction of the door, a student was seen running in with a gasp of breath. The student raised his hand into the air holding a piece of paper. “Guys! Mr. Andrian told us to come back after the break was over.”
Hearing that, Zevanya immediately carried her backpack on the shoulder and ran out of the classroom without caring for Beautiful who called out to her. He had to quickly hand over the evidence to Arga. When he arrived on the first floor, Zevanya accidentally crossed paths with Arga who was walking towards the stairs.
Arga stopped his footsteps, feeling the scent of Zevanya's body. He shook his head, there's no way the girl skipped school in class. The group of criminology class students descended the stairs, Arga's forehead frowning in wonder looking at them.
“Not there are still lesson hours, yes?” ask the students.
“Tadi Pak Guru informs us to go home after the break.”
Arga nodded his head, then stepped aside to let them walk first. The man watched the students coming out of the school building. Zevanya is not among the group. Then, Arga just realized the scent he smelled was actually the scent of his wife's body.
“Zevanya.” Arga immediately turned around, following Zevanya.
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While Zevanya was still standing on the edge of the highway about to cross. It's just that motorists and cars do not stop driving, as if not giving the girl a chance to cross. Her other leg had stepped on the asphalt many times. However, he said because there are still many riders who pass through it at high speed.
An elderly woman stood beside Zevanya, looking to the left right with narrowed eyes. “You crossed also yes, Cu?”
Zevanya woke up from her daydream, then turned her eyes towards the elderly woman. “Iya, New.”
Seeing the highway getting crowded by motorists, Zevanya could not bear to let the elderly woman cross the road. Gently, he explained with a smile and called a taxi to drive the elderly woman home safely. The elderly woman stood rubbing the head of the girl, before getting into the car.
Before long, the road was quite quiet and passable. The zevanya stepped calmly across the large road. A truck traveling at full speed hit the girl's body, until it rolled to the edge of the road. The owner of the car came down from inside, walking closer to Zevanya who was spattered with blood on the head.
His zeva moved his fingers, intending to ask for help. No, the owner of the car did not help, but kicked Zevanya in the face. The owner of the car took the backpack and spilled it. He just took Cindy's camera, then left before any pedestrians noticed.
One man was wearing a school uniform, he was tidying up his Zevanya things. After that, the man carried his blood-soaked body of Zevanya on his face.
At the same time, Arga just arrived at the location Zevanya hit. Seeing the crowd of people near the truck, like swarming something, he took the initiative to approach him. The man barged into the crowd, seeing what they saw.
“I'd like to ask, Mom. What's up, huh?” ask Arga.
“Oh, there was a girl hit by a truck car here.”
“Himself how?”
“His skin is white, his nose is pointed, continue to wear a brown white uniform. Just brought the same friends, like they are one school.”
Arga could not speak anymore. It's clear who got hit, his own wife. He's sorry now. He should have pulled out his Zevanya hand to stay close to him. The ringing of the phone rang, not the phone, the sound was heard from another direction. Arga finds Zevanya's cell phone lying under an electric pole.
”Gue will torture you, slowly but surely. I will not let you die so aja.” one message has been read by Arga. He believes this accident is not just a coincidence, someone deliberately hit Zevanya.
