
Timo's done taking a shower. He came out of the bathroom fresh and felt he could enjoy his night without overtime by lazing in front of the television. But, the delusion fell apart as soon as his mother called.
"Hello, ma. What's up?" His face changed.
"It was Mama who took Ruri to the clinic. I have a job, Ma."
He refused the orders of his mother who asked him to bring Ruri his mother's favorite male cat who has chicken bones.
"Ma, I can't. I'm busy, ma.." The call's over.
"Mama.mama!"
His mother's orders were absolute, inevitably Timo had to agree to the mother's orders.
"Aaakkhhh." Whining upset. He even rolled over on his bed.
He stood up and said one word.
"Clinic!"
A smile expands on his lips. He immediately got off his bed.
"Doctor Erna.. I'm dataaannggg.." Shouted with excitement.
He was excited to soon arrive at the clinic to meet the beautiful doctor he had been expecting since the first meeting.
"Mama is the best in the world. I love you full mamaaa…"
He rushed to change clothes that could make him look cool and dignified in front of doctor Erna.
"It was fortunate that the two kunyuk slammed their promise. If not, then I'll miss the second meeting with Dr. Erna."
"Looks like nature helped me to be with you, Erna, my heart."
Timo was acting strange when he was alone in his house. Very different when he is in work mode, he will look charismatic and more cool. So that makes the eyes of women look in admiration at him. If they knew Timo's true behavior, maybe they would feel ilfeel and lazy to admire a Timo.
"I have to pick up Ruri first."
After getting dressed, she headed straight to her mother's house before heading to the clinic to pick up Ruri.
That instant, Bara had just arrived at the junkyard. The junkyard is quite spacious and there are various types of car skeletons from years ago. Quite a lot of cars that have been destroyed and there are still some cars that are left alone without being destroyed.
Bara's feet led him to step into that place. He walked slowly while watching the used car. Until finally his steps stopped when he saw Jehan crawling out from under the pile of wreckage of a car that had been flattened. He crouched down and looked at Jehan.
"Je, what are you doing?"
"Young master!" Jehan smiled, then he sped up the movement out of the pile of junk cars.
"Please." He stretched out his hand for help from Bara, to pull her out of the place.
"Bother." Rutuk Bara while pulling Jehan's hand and helping him back up.
"Remain over there, Jehan?"
"What's this?" Bara took the small object out of Jehan's hands to examine it more thoroughly.
"Sound recorder tool." Jehan.
"I know this is a voice recorder. But, can this still work?" He pressed the button on the small part of it. And it doesn't work at all.
"Why are you so hard-earned to crawl into this pile of iron scum just to pick up this malfunctioning item?"
"Jehan, did you know I've been waiting for almost three hours in Caffe, and it turns out this is what you've been doing here most of the day?" Bara continued nagging Jehan who was busy shaking off the dust used by him.
"If you don't understand, it's better to just shut up young master." Jehan took the recorder out of Bara's hands, and he stepped out of the junkyard.
"Are you upset with me? Shouldn't I be the one who's upset!" He shouted while following Jehan's steps which had now arrived near the car.
"I'm right today's weirdness. So the young master drives." Jehan got into the car and sat in the passenger seat next to the driver's seat.
Bara wanted to curse but he also felt too tired today. Finally, despite the piety of Jehan because he was presumptuous of him, he still drove the car.
"Today I took a taxi back and forth to the junkyard only to find a bright spot about the accident, young master." Said Jehan, his eyes closed.
"You mean?" Ask Bara.
"I ran out of money and was lazy to the bank. Actually young master doesn't need to come here, because if I have a lot of money in my wallet, I'll take a taxi home. But, unfortunately the money in my wallet ran out to pay the taxi fare." The chatter that made Bara even more upset.
"After asking the car we were looking for to the owner of the wreckage car and he said that the car had been bought from someone. Unfortunately, the car was destroyed." Jehan said while his eyes were still closed, and Bara began to seriously listen to Jehan's rant this time.
"I also met the owner of the car hoping that the old man was the perpetrator who hit the young master's mother. But he was just a car owner. That day his car went missing in front of the convenience store, he reported to the police..."
"Then." asked Bara curiously.
"The next night the car returned to his garage, not knowing who had driven the car back home. And in the morning, he saw the news on television that his car had hit someone to death. He also felt afraid, especially because the car he reported missing is now in his home. Then.." Jehan opened his eyes and glanced at Bara for a moment.
"The old man immediately sold his car to the owner of the wreckage. He lost the evidence, not wanting to deal with the police. And sure enough, the police only reported that the car he reported was missing, stolen and a hit-and-run suspect."
"Loe's sure, the guy's honest?" Tanya Bara started to talk casually.
"Gue had already ascertained the truth of the story. Because the man also gave the info, that there was a recording device in the car that he found while checking his car that night."
"And this recorder..why is it still in that junk car, Je?" Tanya Bara did not understand.
"Gue's not done telling stories, Bara." Jehan's lyrics are a bit upset that Bara said before the story was finished.
"Sorrys. So, continue to tell me. I'm really curious…"
"When selling the car to the junkyard, he decided to leave this voice recorder in the car. Well, I crawled in a pile of junk just to find this tool."
"But the device is no longer working." Bara.
"We're delivering this to someone who can fix it. Now we fix this tool, and then listen to what's in the recording."
Bara nodded in understanding. He went straight to a place that could repair the damaged recording device.