12 Badoets
Concretes

The green leaves look dewy. A thin mist of ice-cold fumes around. The streets were quite crowded as people returned home from the mosque after dawn prayers. With their leisure they walked along the urban smooth asphalt while chatting. Sometimes I sound like laughter.

Adi's too. This time he took advantage of his morning by socializing with residents around the office. Adi hasn't been home since last night. He chose overtime at the office, checking Mr. Anwar's files of tragedy.

Residents around the office have been very familiar with the handsome police officer. His easy, familiar, and friendly carrying made him idolized. The news of his promotion was liked by everyone.

Adi re-entered his room when the clock on the wall showed at 5am. Tarji is seen still sleeping on the sofa. Spongebob's picture blanket was tightly hugged. Adi smiled briefly upon hearing Tarji's snoring. His co-worker, although often acting silly, was very diligent and always beside Adi to support him.

"Hey, wake woy. Subuhan used to be there," said Adi patting Tarji on the shoulder. He tried to wake her up. Instead of waking up, Tarji just squirms and turns his back on Adi.

"In front there is a very beautiful girl, again jogging. Beuuhh, I really have a crush on Ji," said Adi, this time with a louder voice.

"Huh? Anywhere? You didn't wake me up soon anyway? Shit!" Tarji stood up, throwing his blanket.

"Hey hey, how rude of you. I am now your superior, you know," joked Adi brandishing his clenched right hand. Tarji smiled wryly.

"Eh, where's the girl jogging?" ask Tarji enthusiastically.

"In your dreams. There are no girls. At 5 o'clock, aren't you?" adi Hardik. Tarji just scratched his head. With a pillow face and a lazy look, Tarji walks into the bathroom.

After Tarji leaves, Adi sits at his desk. He turned back the files collected from the warehouse last night. Adi was curious about the plunder case* in the year 91. The tragedy that is often mentioned by Mr. Umar before hanging himself.

A few days before he was found dead in his room, Mr. Umar regularly visited the police station to discuss the tragedy of 91. Everyone thought of him as senile and just raved. But Adi does not want to ignore every possibility.

In the investigation file for tragedy 91, Adi found some interesting facts. The owner of the house named Sumiran tew*s with some injuries. Sumiran's wife disappeared. An eyewitness to the incident was named Burhan, a house security guard who sustained injuries to his right temple. According to Burhan, the hijackers*k used a clown-faced mask.

Sumiran's treasure was drained. Gold jewelry, and gem blunder. Even money numbered sequential series of 800 thousand stored in the safe was lost unnoticed. When investigated even today, the serial numbers of the money never appear anywhere.

In the archive, it is also written, in the year 92 it was said that anyone who had money with a missing serial number would get a big reward. But in fact, none of the 50 thousand money that appeared. It was even written that there was a rumor calling the money a collection material on the black market.

Adi sighed. Leaning his body on a chair that feels soft. His eyes were sleepy, but his brain was still awake. Once again Adi improved his sitting position. Now he opens another file. A document that looks new inside the map is bright green.

Adi refocused on reading the documents in front of him. Mr. Anwar who was tew*s with a wound in the neck, was a childhood friend of Mr. Umar, Mr. Wildan. But the neighbors confirmed their relationship was not good in his old age. There is no detailed explanation for that.

"Baiyuh, really serious. Instead of looking at the pile of paper, still early in the morning walk to the eye wash square all looking for breakfast," Tarji said suddenly, making Adi slightly jerked in shock. The unique man was suddenly already behind Adi's seat.

"Emm, I can" Adi replied after thinking for a moment. It felt like he did need some fresh air to refresh his mind. Too forsing the performance of the brain is certainly not good. Not smooth to think, there is even a dead end later.

By driving a dark blue car, Adi and Tarji glide on the streets that still feel lonely. There was still the remaining thin mist lingering on the windshield. Even the air still feels frozen, no need for AC to make the body shiver.

Adi and Tarji chose to buy two rice pots and sit under a shady banyan tree in the corner of the square. Gegok rice is savory seasoned rice with sea fish swirling wrapped in banana leaves. Fragrant aroma with a thin smoke billowing, signifying new rice ripe. Tarji also picked up some fritters and ordered a cup of coffee. Adi bought a bottle of mineral water.

"Ji, I think of something," Adi said suddenly in between feeding rice into his mouth.

"Affa?" ask Tarji with his mouth full.

"During tragedy 91, who was in charge of the investigation?" ask Adi lirih. As if that question was for himself.

"Isn't there in the file records you studied?" Tarji asked back. He almost choked, holding his neck tight.

"That's strange. There are no bright names and signatures of accountability" Adi replied.

"Hmmm, it might just be one of the three retirees who today happen to be repeating themselves together," Tarji said after sipping his black coffee.

"yes too. Today we have an invitation to celebrate their birthday." Adi remembered the invitation paper on his desk.

"Pak Sukmoro, Pak Wito, and Pak Suko. Three retired people are currently enjoying their old age. Mr. Sukmoro and Mr. Wito are having a birthday today. While Mr. Suko is actually tomorrow, but chose to celebrate on the same day. I have old age wishes as well as them. Success with the efforts they pioneered while still in service. Old only harvest," said Tarji with sparkling eyes.

"But the problem is that you have not started pioneering the current business of Ji," Adi denied. Tarji is just a whimper.

"If you are Di, how are the ornamental plants and flowers that Sinta together?" ask Tarji. Without feeling a pack of rice gugok ludes not restless.

"The love is amazing. He is very active and knows very well how to promo using social media. The progress this month is 2 thumbs up Ji," Adi replied proudly.

"Marriage college. Want to wait a little bit?" ledek Tarjis. Adi just sighed.

"Eh, later at the birthday event he said there was a distribution of gifts, you know," continued Tarji, remembering rumors circulating from yesterday.

"What gift?" ask Adi indifferently.

"A golden watch. Kayak do not just memorize you. 3 retirees is a hobby of gold watch collection Di. And one of the collections will be given for free," concluded Tarji enthusiastically. In his heart he wished to be the lucky one to have such an expensive gift.

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