STALKERS

9. Collaborating

“Waiting for instructions from Detective Arga.” Rega spoke using HT to his friend who was across the highway. Sandy, her friend, nodded and watched Arga from a distance.

Arga Danuarta is just a police detective who carries out his duties. Not a serial killer or a stalker. He imitates the stalker just to lure the perpetrator, Arga is not alone. However, aided by his colleagues, their task was simply to monitor and wait for the man's instructions. Like at the moment.

Arga looked at his friend's car on the side of the road. He nodded his head, telling them to immediately move to arrest the perpetrator. Rega and Sandy and the other police rushed out of the car. They pointed a gun at the black hoodie man in front of Arga.

“Thank you!”

The man held up both hands in the air. “Lo purposely guessed me? Wh why? Because I'm afraid to rape a girl?”

“Don't say much. Describe it later at the police station.” Rega handcuffed the man's hands.

“Why is it just me? Stalk him up too dong!” the man asked not to understand.

Arga chuckled, then opened his Hoodie hood. “You're wrong. I'm the cop.”

“What coincidence? Why are there girls here?” ask Rega to Arga.

“I don't know. Maybe he already knows my strategy.”

They took the suspect into a police car. Arga sat the girl's body in the left seat. Little did he expect that his wife would follow him to this extent. The man could only sigh in relief staring at the deep face of his Zevanya. Slowly Zevanya blinked her eyes, her gaze began to normalize again.

“Listen, I'm not a stalker like you thought. It's just a strategy. Do you believe it?”

His zevanya retreated his body. “Gue can't believe there's no proof.”

“You can hear later at the police station.”

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Sandy and Rega take the perpetrator to the interrogation room. The man was arrested for sexual abuse of minors, embezzlement of corporate money and drug addicts. The perpetrator is also one of the stalker groups who often kidnap teenage girls, then torture them to death. Evidence has been found, the victim who almost died also admitted the actions of the perpetrator.

Zevanya glanced at Arga, then alternately glanced at the black hoodie man who was in the interrogation room. She felt guilty about accusing her husband. If Arga is a stalker, maybe now the man is sitting next to the perpetrator.

“Now do you believe?” asked Arga looking at Zevanya.

“Still not yet. Lo says, lo will mutilate my body.”

“It's just pretend.”

Zevanya. He crossed his hands on his chest, looking at the blackboard attached to many photos. His eyes focused on the photo of a boy with the girl next to him. It turns out that Arga was investigating the case 9 years ago, and looking for the perpetrator who kidnapped the child.

The girl pulled the rectangular paper from the blackboard. “It ... Who?”

“She's a child who went missing 9 years ago, until now the child has not been found.” said Arga. He took the photo in Zevanya's hand. “You know this boy?”

Zevanya. “Lo kidding, huh? Yes, obviously I don't know.”

Rega and Sandy exit the interrogation room. They approached Zevanya and Arga who were standing in front of the blackboard. “You ... Friends of the deceased?” ask Rega to Zevanya.

Zevanya. “Iya.”

“You helped us a lot today. It's hard for Arga to catch a stalker on his own. But ... How do you know Arga is in that place?” obviously Sandy, then asked Zevanya.

“Temen I sent a message, so as not to trust the police too much.” replied Zevanya.

“But thanks to him, I was able to catch the perpetrator.” Arga smile.

“Cooperate?”

Then, Arga told the cooperation what Rega meant. As a detective it is easy to catch and trap the perpetrator. However, this time their opponents were different, not just one person or two people. The man offers his Zevanya to team up to capture one by one from a group of stalkers. Arga also promises to find the perpetrator who killed Cindy.

Recollecting the suffering felt by his friend, before taking his last breath. Zevanya turns her dreams into a detective. He agreed to Rega's offer to cooperate.

“Take this, just in case. Don't harm yourself, if there's anything tell me.” Arga gives Zevanya a real gun as backup, with permission from the police.

“Gue can take care of yourself. I will also ngawasin every student in school.” said Zevanya.

“Good.”

The mysterious number returned. This time Zevanya got a photo submission of herself and Arga was standing in front of the car. He looked around, looking for someone who sent him the message. There was no one in the parking lot, only a clown with a distended stomach standing outside the police gate.

“Why?” ask Arga. He noticed Zevanya's eyes looking at someone dressed in a clown costume like in a movie.

The clown glanced at Zevanya while waving his hand into the air. The two girls eyes opened wide, then immediately boarded the car through the door on the left side. Arga could only shrug his shoulders and overtake Zevanya into the car.

The clown smiled meaningfully as their car passed through the gate and away from his sight.

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Zevanya and Arga forget the Teddy Bear doll sitting on the sofa. Surprisingly, the thin blanket that covered the doll's head did not exist, like someone had accidentally opened it. Arga and Zevanya ignored the object and rushed to rest in their respective rooms.

His zevanya attached a possession card, to open the door of his room. The whole room went dark. The girl never turned off her room lights. He walked slowly to the bed, seen the thick blanket expands.

Zevanya's eyes were turned towards the open window. The balcony door was not closed. The blanket moved as if breathing like a human. He turned back to the door, then down the stairs.

The door next to Arga's room opened. “Zeva? You already know?” hisses.

“Lo also aware?”

Arga nodded. Before cleaning himself, he stopped by the CCTV room. Sure enough, there was someone who climbed up the balcony and entered Zevanya's room. “Iya. There's a clown in your room. Looks like you can't sleep there, peril.”

Zevanya's eyeballs moved to look at Arga's room door. “Two sleep?”

“You're in the room. I'm in the living room.”

The zevanya held Arga's hand. “Come sleep together. I can't be alone this time, the clown face is still wandering in my head.” Zevanya's invitation immediately in response with a nod of Arga's head.

Zevanya and Arga went into the room. This was the first time the girl had entered her husband's room. Although she was officially a wife, she did not dare to set foot in Arga's private area. He dropped his body on Arga's king-size bed. The zevanya tried to close their eyes, but could not.

Arga was lying next to the girl. “Great sleep.”

Zevanya opened his eyes. “Can't! I can't sleep, the clown's face is still in my brain.”

Arga turned his body to the side, staring at Zevanya's face. “Close your eyes.”

“Hah?” suddenly Arga's lips landed on Zevanya's lips. It's his second kiss, his first kiss was stolen by a delinquent 3 years ago. There is no rebellion. The girl enjoyed every gentle movement of her husband's lips, unknowingly she reciprocated and embraced Arga's shoulders.

Without them knowing, outside the window there was someone who was recording a couple making out. Someone was recording through a slightly open window curtain.

To be continued.