12 Badoets
Seket Wolu

Adzan Maghrib reverberated when Adi and several police officers passed through dense urban streets. They moved after successfully tracking the location of the owner of a social media account called the Inca. Although in his mind Adi felt that something was missed, but he did not want to delay in finding Tarji. Tarji's safety is his top priority now.

The police motorbike group entered a densely populated residential area. And stop at a building with a colorful board that says 'Homestay Mbut Gawe'. Adi who had lost his composure parked the motorbike carelessly and immediately ran to the reception.

The homestay security guard seemed to walk in a hurry to reprimand Adi but undo the intention when the police members who followed Adi showed identification and asked him to be quiet. Adi actually does not want to be arrogant, or intimidate anyone. But his feelings are messy at the moment. He sees for himself the traces of blood that allegedly belonged to Tarji in the abandoned location of the coastal tourist area.

"Mom, I'm from the police. Please take me to a room inhabited by a woman named Inca" Adi ordered at the reception.

"Ah, yes Good sir. Please wait a moment" replied the receptionist. He held the mouse and stared at the computer screen with a huff. Actually the receptionist was quite amazed by Adi's handsome face. But unfortunately the expression that the police officer showed was truly frightening.

After a while checking the guest's name file, the receptionist asked Adi to follow her. Adi nodded in agreement and rushed down the homestay aisle towards the room the Inca had rented. Two police officers under Adi tailed behind. The other members stood guard outside to make sure no one escaped.

At the door of the room was the number 12. The receptionist knocked on the door repeatedly. After a while, the door opened. It appears that a woman with a pillow face wearing only a patterned negligee is welcoming pulkadot. The woman's hair was bright red. He looks confused when Adi forced into the room with 3 subordinates.

"What's this?" inca snapped with glaring eyes.

"We're from the police. Is it true with the owner of this social media account?" Adi asked to show a profile picture of a social media account.

Inka. He did not immediately answer Adi's question. She can guess why the police are looking for her. But the Inca did not expect it to be this fast.

"Sorry, don't police officers need a warrant to do this kind of thing? Father do not be careless yes," argued Inca with a smile on the corner of his lips. The woman was not at all daunted.

Adi's hands were tightly clenched. His anger has reached the sea. The head felt like it was about to break.

"Miss I'm sure you already know why I'm here. You yesterday had an appointment to meet a man named Tarji. And until now the man disappeared," said Adi let out a long sigh. He tried to control his emotions that could explode at any time.

"Huh? Who's Tarji? I don't know him. The police can't fault anyone. Please get out of my room, "Inka turned around to walk away from Adi. But the head of the criminal investigation unit caught the Inca arm and held it tight.

"Auw auw, what the hell is this! Sick Sir! Release!" Inka. The woman seemed to be crying.

"Now come with us to the office!" adi's orders immediately shook the Inca.

"Let go! I have the right to contact my colleague who is a lawyer!" snarl the Inca bravely. Adi is getting angry. His teeth clashed.

"Please, Miss!" Adi glares.

In the end, the Inca were taken to the police station. Before long, came the Inca colleague who was a lawyer. Within an hour of interrogation, the Inca were released. The Inca were not shown to do what Adi alleged.

At exactly 8 pm, Adi got a letter of reprimand as well as a temporary halt in his work. He was judged grusa grusu, misinterpreted, and acted on prejudice without having strong evidence.

Adi slammed a pile of maps on his desk. In the pool and down facing the granite floor that feels cold. He regretted why yesterday was less concerned with Tarji's story?

"Basic shit! Why don't you get suspicious when you meet a stranger? Especially through social media. Why glare with just a beautiful profile picture? Goddamn bum!" Adi cursed alone in the middle of his room.

It is hard to forgive his mistakes at this time. Tarji has been his best friend since his education. They are always together, until everyone feels strange when Adi is on duty alone without Tarji or vice versa. A friendship relationship is much thicker than a relationship because of blood.

The pile of maps slammed by Adi was partially open. A slightly blurry note tickled Adi's interest in reading it. Written in the middle of the paper, Sumiran's housekeeper named Burhan was injured in the forehead when the robbery occurred.

Adi rubbed his chin. Remembering the old grandfather who had asked to meet. The grandfather had an elongated scar on his forehead, as per the description contained in the note.

"Damn! I just feel like something is missing. Grandpa's the key!" screech Adi while massaging his throbbing forehead. The two recklessness he had been doing all day made him further away from solving the case.

"I don't think I'm worthy to serve as head of the unit" murmured Adi leaning his back against the foot of the table. He looked up at the ceiling. Upset, sad, and disappointed felt pierced the heart of his heart.

Meanwhile Mbah Burhan is now in a black car moving on a deserted country road. He sat on the seat beside the steering wheel while circulating his gaze around. His face revealed a confused expression.

"Lho Pak we are getting further and further into the village? Cook Pak Adi's house here?" asked Mbah Burhan curious.

"Wes ta lah Mbah, Njengan manut only. I was his closest co-worker Pak Adi and he believed. According to Mr. Adi, he is the key to the case he is currently handling. And he was worried that there were bad people in the office. So Njenengan was asked to wait in the car. Well, then I was also told to take Njengan to his house, so," replied the man who was sitting in the steering chair. The man in police uniform is complete and neat.

"What is Mbah, who wants Njengan to tell Pak Adi?" ask the man in the steering chair.

"Sorry sir, I am only willing to tell this to Mr. Adi" Mbah Burhan said.

"Oh Okay. Pak Adi is indeed his reputation Mbah topnotch," continued the man in the steering chair.

The car turned, entering the courtyard of a house with a large palm tree around it.

"We got to Mbah" said the man in the steering chair as he pulled the hand brake lever of his car.

"Lha, how to make a ndedet like this sir." Mbah Burhan was confused.

Suddenly Mbah Burhan's thigh felt pierced by something. A little surprised Mbah Burhan turned his head and saw an injection stuck on the right knee.

"Lho, is this sir?" pekik Mbah Burhan was terrified. In a matter of seconds, the old man felt dizzy and his gaze was twitching. Unable to resist, Mbah Burhan drowned with his seatbelt still attached to his body.

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