WINTER GLOW'S

Muliapati

Darmawangsa had just wiped her hands with tissue and threw them into the trash, she intended to return after urinating to the restaurant where Mika and Melan were eating at the time.

" You brought the stuff?" Darmawangsa who was surprised because suddenly heard the voice of the man who half whispered, the 30-year-old man stopped his steps and hid behind ornamental plants not far from there.

Fortunately, the ornamental plants are quite high that can cover the body of the fill well. He felt in the right place to make him hide, for fear that his presence disturbed the two men who whispered earlier.

" This is the money, give me the goods quickly."

" Are you sure you're going to be dealing here? Isn't this dangerous? Have you gone crazy? It's a public place, anyone can see us." It seems like a drug deal is underway. Darmawangsa tried to see the faces of the two men.

" Hurry and give me the stuff, I don't have time. The police have been watching my house, I'll go overseas as soon as I get the goods?"

" How about at the airport?"

" I've arranged for it, some of my men will help to escape the examination."

The case of the man exchanging between money and illicit goods then went in the opposite direction. Once at home the incident continued to haunt Darmawangsa, making him continue to think about the event and accidentally paint the two dealers' faces as he pondered.

Until one day this accident turns into a beginning of a terrible destiny.

" Ma can anterin papa material on the workbench? Missed earlier because in a hurry to meet the editor, already until the printing even the material is left." Darmawangsa contacted his wife via phone, at that time the technology was not as smart as now to make illustrations of books still drawn manually in paper first.

"Oh Ok deh bentar ya pah mama take first trus anterin deh in printing."

As soon as she finished putting the phone down, Melan rushed to her husband's office and found a few piles of pictures on the table that were not included in the map. Melan hastily inserted the papers which are actually the face of two people who transacted drugs the other day.

" Papa how the latest fairy tale sketch is a rich mess gini."

Melan glanced at her watch, as she remembered Mika's hour coming home from school then she had to hurry.

The printing is not too big, located in a three-story shophouse unit because at that time Darmawangsa just channeled his hobby of writing children's fairy tales. Because Melan hastily dropped some sketches of the suspect when he got out of the car, it happened that at that time not far from there there was a man who happened to pass and pick up the papers that fell.

“ Excuse me ma'am.” Darmawangsa and Melan who had just met spontaneously turned to the man who called Melan.

“ You dropped..” The man's eyes widened, as he looked carefully at the ganbar he was holding.

“ Oh it did have me, thank you sir.” Melan immediately approached and looked down respectfully representing his gratitude.

“ Si, who painted this picture?” Melan turned to her husband again, asking for approval to say something. Or is this not the nature?

“ Sorry who are you?” Tanya Darmawangsa finally.

“ Ah Yes..” The man issued his identification to show his identity, where it became clear that the man was a detective.

“ I'm a Police officer in a special unit, and I happen to be looking for this guy.”

Darmawangsa also recounted his experience when he accidentally saw the two criminals. He also recounted his side profession as a children's fairy tale writer, so his instinct grew just like that of drawing the sketch out of a constant thought.

Instantly the idea arose in the head of the detective to spread the face of the drug dealer was not realized by my guard. Darmawangsa was asked to work with the police to create a story based on real characters but still packed in a light and appropriate fairy tale for children. All that had to be the same was the face of my guard, making it easier to quickly spread images and help disguise the police while they were on duty.

“ This will definitely be very helpful, no one would have thought it wasn't that the fugitive face was on display from the fairy tale book? When my friends on duty in the field can see the picture of my guard freely without anyone aware that they are looking for the target operation.”

“ Is that big an effect sir?”

“ Yes I will tell every office of this related area, but for your safety you should use a pseudonym in your work.”

“ Pseudonym?”

“ Hmmm... ha.. how about Muliapati? Taken from your noble duty to assist the police in hunting down suspects.”

Since then the detective has routinely given the faces of the burunon, and Darmawangsa began his career as Muliapati. Who would have thought of the frequent police officers who buy his books trigger curiosity bookstore keeper. Remembering the new book as well as the author's name but why some people know and look for the book specifically. And when read it turns out that Darmawangsa has an amazing imagination and the story made is not the market but still contains good educational value for children. Until the order exploded Muliapati's work in the market, making people began to be curious about his figure.

But the fame did not entirely end happily, for however, over time the reader would realize that some of the faces in the works looked the same as the faces broadcasted on television when one by one the fugitives were caught. It also adds curiosity to the figure of Muliapati, noble journalists came to the printing office to confirm the figure of the author. For the safety of himself and his family. Darmawangsa remains unwilling to dismantle his identity. But journalists are not the only threat.

" I've manipulated all the ballots, some old voters have also been guided to vote for our candidate."

Darmawangsa again found an accidental transaction of crime when he was about to meet with a printing officer to hand over some materials at a restaurant. Mika's father just got down from the car he parked in the basement, about ten meters from where there was a group of men wearing black suits and their voices can be heard clearly by his ears. The author was as much as possible to see their faces unwittingly by the men who look important.

“ Good.Stay running the next plan. This is the next location.” Someone who looks like a leader there handed over a piece of paper that reads the location of the next secret meeting.

Darmawangsa immediately realized that the people were from the political world who justified all means to achieve victory.

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