The Winged Angel

67. Enemy in the blanket.

The policeman grabbed the cup containing tea, then sipped it. Seeing her drink, I got thirsty. But there was no drink available in front of me. I had to swallow my saliva to wet my throat which was getting dry.

" Ok we go on. Dion answered my question cooperatively" the police officer said.

" Good sir," Dion looked calm. 

" Why did you write a letter to make an appointment with Dea, why don't you just tell her straight away, or you can call," 

Dion scratched his temple, he started to look nervous.

" Because my phone is missing sir, "I chimed in.

" Dion can explain, '" the cop didn't heed my answer.

" Hem, it just happened that all day I didn't meet with Dea, so I just thought about telling him by letter." explained Dion.

" When you delivered the letter was something suspicious, then,?"

Dion fell silent with a frown, perhaps gathering a fragment of his memory for the day.

" No sir, the Dea class was empty. I don't feel anything awkward." 

"Hem, did any of your friends know when you wanted to give me that letter,?" 

Dion shook his head. 

" But, Dea's classmate said she saw me put the letter down and she also read the contents. From him I know that the letter I gave Dea has changed its contents,?"

" Oh yeah, who, who,? Can you call him here, too, please,?"  said the policeman.

Bu Yuna looked pensive, again - again she had to call a disciple. Of course it is very tiring to go back up the stairs from earlier. 

" Let me, please" Reza offered.  

While waiting for Bobby, the police asked Dion a few more questions. He also asked Gilang's identity to Yahya sir.

Bobby and Reza appeared behind the door. Bobby's face looked pale. Then he invited Bobby to sit down.  The policeman watched Bobby for a moment and then he commented a meaningful smile. 

" Why did you see the contents of someone else's letter,?" ask the police it's cold. His manner of speaking was different from when he questioned Dion. 

" Sa.I'm just curious" replied Bobby. I felt sorry to see Bobby, sweat started filling his forehead. 

" Hem, curious yes," the cop was a mangosteen. It seems to be even more frightening.

" What do you think of when you read it,?" 

" Huh,?" Bobby's confused. It's also a joke.

The cop ripped off the paper sheet of his notebook. He then pushed the paper and pen in front of Bobby.

" Try you to rewrite the contents of this letter" he ordered.

Bobby was silent, just staring at the paper and pen in front of him. The policeman tapped the skin of his notebook with his fingertips. 

" Quick write, I can't stay here long" he said. I was shocked by the others as well. 

I looked at Bobby, he still hadn't picked up the pen at the police's orders.

" What is your motive for doing that,?" ask the police to arrive. 

Bobby's still tight-lipped.  The policeman moved his body forward, to take a closer look at Bobby's face.

" Is there a grudge are you the same Dea,?" ask the cop.

My throat's choked. Is it now the cop accused Bobby of framing me. That's not possible. He must be wrong.

" It's better that you confess now, rather than later at the police station. You won't be able to lie, after Gilang gets caught in the end everything will be revealed as well."

" Because I don't like it" Bobby said.

I'm wide-eyed, no. I must have misheard. The others also looked surprised. Dion clenched his hand furiously.

" Bobby, are you lying, huh,?" my words dismissed that reality.

" No, I don't like you" Bobby said without hesitation.

The policeman sighed, then closed his notebook. 

" How do you know Gilang,?" ask the police back.

" He's.he's my distant cousin."

Bu Yuna looked bellowed - a head gnarl. Mr. Reza rubbed his face in a huff. I still can't believe Bobby set me up. People I never imagined. It is only fitting that when I asked for help to sketch Gilang's face, he was so easy to draw it. Because he knows the look of the person.

" Why Bob, am I wrong with you,?" ask me with a vibrating voice. 

" Because you're pretentious, arrogant and ignore the people around you who don't think are important. Last semester before rolling the seat, I was sitting behind you, but you never invited me to chat. Even though you're not a popular girl, your friend is just Sarah," Bobby said successfully to make me agape.

Just for that reason he could do such a bad thing to me. 

" Where is the original letter,?" ask police.

" I've thrown it away" replied Bobby.

" Okay, I think that's enough. Bobby was forced to take me to the office for further investigation, and for Tiara I leave his authority to the same mother teacher alone."

The policeman got up from his seat followed by Pak Yahya, Pak Reza and Bu Yuna. They shake hands with each other. 

I don't know why I don't feel relieved at all. Still can't believe Bobby's enemy in the blanket. I imagined how he was apologizing and was so guilty when I got back to school. I think he's sincere. In fact, it was just to cover his cover. But one thing I don't understand, why Bobby told Dion that he saw Dion coming into my class. He should just shut up. And cover yes meetings - meetings. I don't know. Maybe it was a mistake that eventually dropped him. 

There was no perfect mess, I remembered the words that were often spoken by criminal hosts on TV.

It doesn't feel like two hours has passed. The school is deserted. I looked at Bobby who got into the police car with an erratic feeling. 

I flinched as an arm coiled around my shoulder.

" You're okay, right,?" said Dion.

I immediately distanced my body. Staring wryly at Dion.

" Why, ?" dion asked confusedly.

" You're not happy because everything has been revealed,?"

" It's not about that,"

" And, then,?"

" Now the problem is between you and me, why lie to me,?"  I stared intently at Dion as I closed my side.

Dion smiled stiffly, forming the letter V with his fingers. A moment later, he ran away from me. Because I can't take it I'm chasing him.

" Dioonnn, come here, you,"

Seriate..

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Like it don't be reduced...

I didn't know Bobby did it.