12 Badoets
Patangten

"Ji, who do you think is among the three suspicious retirees? You just met them" asked Adi.

Tarji. He is seen propping up his chin using his left hand with a golden watch that is coiled there.

"If your question is like that, I think the three of them are suspicious Di," Tarji replied after silently thinking for a while.

"Why is that?" Adi scrunched his forehead.

"Eitherway. Their faces look less friendly" Tarji said solemnly.

"Oh yes Ji. The shaman's death case last night how's it going?" Adi diverted the question.

"Keyword witness is unconscious. Meanwhile, according to the other temples, before Ki Sarno was found dead they were ordered to pursue patients who had taken the shaman hostage" replied Tarji.

"What kind of shaman's hostage?" Adi massaged his forehead.

"The details know little. It entered the district next door. Why are you also curious about the case anyway? Because viral?" ask Tarji curiously.

"Because of instinct and premonition," Adi answered briefly.

"Huh? Your instincts are always troubling. I'm worried that at the end of the day everything will happen like your gut feeling. You're better suited to being a psychic than a unit head" Tarji grumbled.

"Think, after the death of Mr. Umar hanged himself, in a row appeared the unnatural deaths of grandparents in the age range of 70 years. Too reckless if it is said to be a coincidence. And more suspicious again, always appeared Wildan at the scene of the death of the elderly," said Adi with a voice that sounded authoritative.

"In the case of Ki Sarno's death there is no name Wildan Di," Tarji denied.

"Are you unsuspecting, the patient who had taken the shaman hostage as told by the roof tiles, it was Wildan?" Adi rubbed his chin.

"I didn't think that far. Well, then, you're also now believing that Wildan is a criminal?" Tarji asked back.

"I'm trying to find the common thread of all this Ji. Mr. Umar, his father Wildan, in the days before he was found hanged himself raved at the police station that he was the perpetrator of the 91st robbery, he said he knew everyone involved. Allegedly, Anwar, Trisno, and Ki Sarno were involved in the 91 event. Why does Wildan always show up on the scene? Still my guess is, he's looking for something or maybe he'll warn the victims. There are other people who are targeting the group of grandparents," said Adi mean it. Adi often conveys his prejudices that sometimes feel unreasonable to Tarji. Because only Tarji can keep a secret, as well as believe in the conjectures of Adi any wild.

"Dizziness I heard him Di," said Tarji scratching his head.

"I was browsing the family of Sumiran. Unfortunately the files on the conglomerate are incomplete Ji. Very quaint. In the past he was called the richest, most influential, and a victim of robbery. But why are the records about him in this office just a little?" Adi grumbling.

"It is only mentioned that Sumiran had a wife named Melati. Also a child recorded in the population. His wife disappeared after the events of 91. His son was placed in the palace. Then brought up by one of Sumiran's house guards. Looks like I need to meet Sumiran's son Ji," continued Adi mangosteen.

"I'm beginning to understand your way of thinking Di. Surely you suspect, the descendants of Sumiran demanded revenge on the perpetrators of the robbery. Is that so?" guess Tarji is excited.

"Yes it could be so," Adi sighed.

The mood changed quietly. The night air suddenly grew cold. The next second heard a raindrop hit the zinc roof on the front porch of the office. His loud voice boisterous.

"Hmmm, I'm really raining," Tarji grumbled suddenly.

"I have an appointment to meet someone" replied Tarji with a glowing face.

"girls?" ask Adi full of probes.

Tarji nodded enthusiastically. He took his phone and opened an app. Then show it to Adi.

"Today, I joined the community on social media. A unique watch-watch community. I uploaded a photo of this golden watch, there is an inbox to meet and see directly," Tarji said excitedly.

"See the profile picture is beautiful. We have the covenant tonight. Who knows, it could be a new ftv title. My soul mate from the golden watch. Ha ha ha," Tarji's laughter broke out beating the boisterous sound of the raindrop falling.

"Like you only Ji. Keep making a deal where? When?" ask Adi.

"Sttts. Secret. If I tell you, I'm afraid you're following me. You are curious whether the girl is really beautiful or not. If it's not pretty, you'll make fun of me" Tarji sneered.

"Currently, what? I'm just worried that it turns out that person has malicious intentions towards you. It could be, want to take your watch or something. Since I looked around, it seemed like the watch was quite unique. There is an S replacing the number 12," Adi said with a flat expression.

"Pure. Just chill. Tarji is the beloved son of Mr. Adi. Martial ability was clearly above average." Tarji patted his own chest. Adi just shook his head slowly.

"That's it. Go on a date first. Enjoy life so unlike you. Same marriage file investigation. Hiyaaaa," taunted Tarji as he ran out of the room.

It rained heavily. Tarji runs into a blue dongker parked in front of the tennis court. Occasionally sounding thunder snatched, Tarji did not care. His mind was already filled with plans for dinner with the beautiful woman he had just met. From yesterday, he was chatting with the woman. And Tarji feels connected to his chatter and jokes.

Tarji starts the car and plays music. A song playing. Accompanied by Lobow's 2008 song You're Beautiful Today, Tarji steps on his car's gas. Down the wet and slightly quiet city streets.

Tarji's car continues to move, leading to the district W. The road turns winding and slightly uphill. The rain did not stop, it became more and more. Tarji keeps on racing his blue horse.

Ten minutes later, Tarji arrived at the coastal area. The air is getting cold. He checks the maps on his phone. Only a few hundred meters away, Tarji will reach the place of appointment.

Finally, a loud google maps voice tells Tarji that he has arrived at his destination. Immediately, Tarji stepped on the brake pedal. The car stopped right in front of a dark-looking building. There's just a little dim lighting. There is a large signboard on the outside writing the location is a restaurant.

Tarji pressed a number on his cell phone. He called the woman who made the appointment. Tarji asks if he is straying and is in the wrong place. And the woman said there was nothing wrong. Tarji was asked to get out of his car immediately.

"Well, what about surprise or what? Or is the concept of the resto like this?" muttered Tarji alone after hanging up the phone.

Tarji got out of the car and walked towards the terrace of the restaurant. The sound of the rain trickles the sense of hearing. Until Tarji does not realize, there are footsteps that lurk behind him.

Without Tarji noticing, a block of wood slammed into his head. The blackish-red liquid splashed along with the rainwater speck. Tarji fell down, collapsed kissing the wet paving scented by sea water. His vision was blurry and clammy.

The mobile phone in Tarji's hand slipped and fell to the terrace of the restaurant. Plastered on the android screen, a social media profile of a beautiful woman Tarji was about to meet. The name of the woman is Inca.

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