12 Badoets
Telulas

Right at midnight the cell phone on the table is shaking violently. A pair of netra gnawing. Still with half-closed eyelids, the burly hand grabbed the device that was constantly ringing nonstop.

When the phone is directed at the ear hole, drowsiness is gone. A task waiting to be handled. Calls from colleagues who were at the guard post city area asked him to immediately slide to a location of the crime.

Without washing his face, the man grabbed a black uniform. Not forgetting the wallet and identity card he brought. Police Adi his name, from the search and criminal unit. His new co-worker, Tarji, reported a murder tragedy*n in the southern suburbs.

With a little haste, Adi wears a full face helmet hanging on the wall of his garage. He turned on the motor matic that barely made a sound, and immediately slid through the cold night air. Several times he passed by the young men who had just returned from tongkrongan.

Fifteen minutes into the journey, Adi finally reached a narrow alley near the sub-district market. The smell of wet soil after rain causes a calming sensation. He got off the bike and took off his helmet. It was then that he realized there were some car scraps in the place where he was standing. Just across the street. From the looks of it, Adi suspected when the rain flushed there were three cars parked in the area.

The police patrol car is parked a little further down the road. Also seen is Tarji's blue dongker. Adi opened his phone, checked the WA message to see the location of the crime scene. Then he walked into a muddy alley full of irregular footprints.

There Adi was in a small, simple house flanked by gardens and unkempt moorings. A house far away from the neighbors. Some residents were already crowded on the front page. They tried to look inside the house, but were blocked by police lines.

Adi shook off the crowd, and immediately entered into the living room. He was immediately greeted by a terrifying sight. An old man was sitting on the sofa in a lifeless condition. There were several wounds all over his body. Batok head of the back appears thick liquid that has dried. The right thigh is torn and the worst is say*tan cross the neck.

Tarji, who saw the arrival of his co-worker and best friend, immediately approached while holding a chest board containing a record of reports of temporary investigations. He gave the report to Adi.

"The wounds on his head and thighs look longer. Maybe he was tortured first. It also found traces of rope from used tire rubber under the sofa," Tarji explained.

"For the cause of death*an is the most recent wound, in the form of say*tan transverse in the neck. The victim is known as Anwar, a njai teacher who used to be also famous as a village champion," Tarji continued.

"This is the victim's house? She lives alone here?" Adi cleared a little while then asked.

"No. The victim's house near the front fork of the alley. He has a wife and two children. His wife was still at home unconscious when she was told her husband was dead. While two of his sons are wandering in the land of people," explained Tarji. Adi mangosteen while looking at the report record.

"This house belongs to a man named Umar who died yesterday. He lives with a boy named Wildan who went missing tonight" Tarji continued.

"Summer? You mean Umar who came to the office a while ago?" ask Adi enthusiastically.

"Yes, right. The man who thought he was senile. The one who goes to the office every morning to mess up about the 91st robbery." Tarji nodded, assuring.

Adi was silent. He felt the case this time was complicated. His feelings often become a reality. Tarji came closer, he patted his best friend's shoulder.

"Newly also rose to the position of head of the unit, there has come a complicated case. The spirit of the Father" whispered Tarji meledek.

"Who do you think the main suspect is?" Adi ignored Tarji's ledge.

"Almost all officers believe that Wildan son of Mr. Umar was the culprit. Especially now that he's gone missing, his whereabouts are unknown" replied Tarji.

"Motivated?" ask Adi again.

"But I disagree less with Ji. Look, the victim was wearing a strange all-black outfit. The victim was tortured before being killed. But a nose wound based on a written investigation is not the result of the same weapon to kill the victim. Have the weapons used by the perpetrator been found?" Adi crouched down, staring at Mr. Anwar's blue face.

"It has. A folding knife that the forensic team has brought to the office, to investigate the fingerprints of who is left on the handle," Tarji replied. Adi mangosteen.

Adi circulates a view to the floor of the house that looks dirty footprints.

"You have a picture of this room before all the officers get into the house?" ask Adi later.

Tarji reached into the phone in his uniform pocket and thrust it at Adi. Adi several times scrolled the photos stored in the gallery of his best friend's mobile phone and finally found the image sought.

"In the photo, there are three footprints of shoes full of mud into the house. Do you know whose footprints are in this photo?" Adi returned Tarji's cell phone.

Tarji was silent and just shook his head slowly. In his heart he praised the thoroughness of his best friend who has now become a superior.

"There's someone else coming to this house. It is too early to conclude that Mr. Umar's son Wildan was the culprit" Adi said.

"Emm, who first found the victim's body?" continued Adi.

"The guardians got a call from an unknown number telling us there was a body in this place" Tarji replied straightforwardly.

Adi was pensive, while the days had changed. Midnight has passed. The cold air increasingly pierced the skin of the ari. Although the rain was over, several times the lightning struck split the darkness of the sky welcoming the morning.

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At 5 a.m., Wildan yawned wide. His neck felt stiff, all night sleeping while sitting in the seat next to the steering wheel. He opened the car door feeling the frozen fresh air from the green of the rice fields.

Last night, Angel's car stopped at the edge of the sub-district road, right in a large rice field area. Angel deliberately chose a place to rest far from the residential area. But now, the woman is not behind the wheel.

Wildan checked the back seat, but the girl remained out of place. When Wildan got out of the car, he saw Angel walking in the rice field. His hair that was not too long was left untouched. Wearing a white tank top, showing his insane body. With a leisurely walk Angel sauntered among the flourishing rice plants.

"Where?" wildan asked after Angel stood before him.

"Dispose of water at times. Wh why? Wanna take a peek?" sahut Angel indifferently.

Angel picked up her phone lying on the dashboard. He checked some incoming messages. Suddenly his eyes were round and his hand hit the car door quite hard.

"We're framed!" snapped Angel furious.

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