The RoofTop Girl's

Wound but not bleeding

Audrey

They have arrived at a light brown colored building with the inscription Mapolsek Menteng, Central Jakarta. He was just downcast when walking into the building with the hand of Mr. Dimas who had earlier embraced his shoulder, uncomfortable indeed, but he had not cared about it, his mind was confused.

He sighed in disbelief as he was already here, sitting on a plastic chair opposite a large table, there was an upright signboard inscribed.

Reskrim Canopy

IPTU Dimas Prayoga

Next to her was a smaller table with an officer in a brown uniform sitting there, his face firm and stiff typing. He continued to bow until Mr. Dimas came again after leaving for a while somewhere.

"So Audrey we started huh, full name?"

"Audrey Pramesya Princess." Answer slowly.

An officer sitting next to Mr. Dimas typed his name on a laptop on the table.

"Worn out?"

"21 years sir."

Next, ask for the address, job, binti who and other general information. Audrey replied quietly while continuing to bow.

"Can Audrey tell me the chronological story from the beginning." Mr. Dimas looked at him.

For a moment he slightly looked up from his bow, sighed for a while then nodded, this part most heartbreaking.

"I need money sir, I have to continue college, but the cost is constrained. It was then that I was caliph, I was tempted to earn money by shortcuts."

"What did you know about the victim?"

"No, I don't know. That's the first time I've met."

"What time do you think you're in the room?"

Audrey seemed to think for a moment.

"I entered at approximately 21.45 wib, om it followed at 22.00 wib."

"What happened in the room? did you guys have intercourse?"

Mr. Dimas' question suddenly made his face red, then shook his head strongly.

"No, I changed my mind the time inside, I wanted to go home and get the money back, but he was angry, he wanted to rape me."

"Until.." Audrey stopped for a moment.

"Until what?"

"Until it pulls my shirt to shreds, then it releases its grip, I see its face paled while holding the left chest, that's when I took the opportunity to run from there."

Quickly, the officer beside Dimas typed all the words out of his mouth.

"Are there any strange signs of the previous victim?"

"No sir, it's just that I saw that he had something to drink."

Mr. Dimas nodded.

"It's a powerful drug." Said Mr. Dimas slowly.

"Oh yes, where are your torn clothes? it can be evidence."

"In doctor Galih's apartment sir." Audrey looked up again.

"Okey got here first. Because the autopsy results usually take approximately three days, so Audrey was forced to be detained first until the forensic results of the victim came out, please cooperate yes." Mr. Dimas patted his shoulder slowly.

He wanted to cry, his eyes were already watering, not at all expecting to be a police prisoner in his life. One of the officers wanted to lead him inside, but Mr. Dimas prevented.

"Let me just." Said the man to his subordinates.

"Come on Audrey."

He stood following Mr. Dimas' steps towards a room measuring 3x3 meters with iron bars in the front.

He went inside with the neutral diecori of several prisoners there who were all women, well that's a special cell of women prisoners.

His chest tightened, he was unable to hold it anymore, the cry broke instantly, he was curled up in the corner of the room while crying deeply. A bop-haired mother approached her.

At first glance he looked up and shook his head, really he could not tell people anymore. The mother understood and patted her shoulder slowly.

"It's okay, life is like this, hard, just go for it."

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Subterfuge

In the apartment, he was restless not playing. Her thoughts were on the girl who had been staying there a few hours ago. A sense of compassion on the chest makes him repeatedly press Dimas contact. The third call heard the voice of the young policeman.

"Call..." Dimas' voice was heard at the end of the phone.

"Hows it? that means Audrey.." Shame she asked her best friend.

"Oh, just finished the investigation, he's already in the cell."

"Convict cells?" He imagined a room with a cold and dark floor with Audrey definitely crying inside.

"Yes, let alone a cell, oh yes, Audrey's shirt that was torn later I took, he said in your apartment, can be used as evidence."

"So take it."

"Can I drop blankets, pillows and mattresses over there?"

"For Audrey..."The following slowness is barely audible.

"What's? madcap. That's Bambang's cell!" Where can I get in stuff like that." Dimas rolled his eyes lazily hearing the silliness of his best friend.

"Well, you can pity that girl."

"Relax, just three days from now, I make sure he's innocent, all the evidence is nothing to incriminate Audrey, he's just in the wrong position at the time of the incident."

"Good." He sighed softly, for some reason his heart was a little disturbed when he remembered the girl.

"Oh yeah Dim, please keep Audrey's identity a secret from the reporters, I'm afraid I'll interfere with her psychology later if anyone knows, she's still a student."

"Yes definitely." Dimas' voice was convincing.

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Wilted

"Yes, babyuuu!!"

"Yes, ma."

"Ayoo cepaat, om Rudi was waiting in the police station!"

He came down from the top of the stairs while resting his hair that was still half wet, actually very lazy to go to the police just to meet a single witness of the death of papa, papa, making his heart throb in pain Remembering the man who was supposed to be a role model did not commendable by sleeping with prostitutes in the hotel.

But again for the sake of mama, he finally wanted to take the woman half his soul. It did not take long, they were in front of the Menteng Police building, om Rudi was already there, talking to a police officer who still looked young, there were also several journalists gathered waiting for the continuation of the case.

Om Rudi hastily approached her and mama.

"Sir, we can't meet witnesses."

"Why?" Mama frowned.

"Their reason is because the legal process is still ongoing."

"Can't do that, I want to see what the person is like."

Mama came to the police office with wide steps, finally with a fairly tough negotiation, they were only allowed to see witnesses from CCTV footage on the officers' laptops.

He watched carefully scene after scene that walked on the screen until something like a giant godam hit his head making him almost unsteady, the real definition of wound but not bloody.

Audrey...

To be Continue...