12 Badoets
Tithing

After last night's rain, the cloudiness no longer appeared this morning. Warm sunlight hits the rough black asphalt surface. The water inundated in the street potholes began to evaporate and dry up. Although the spatter no longer fell, the rain left not only puddles but also memories. The cool air is a sign that the sky water has just quenched the thirst of the earth.

Adi stepped on the paving of the police station where he was on duty. He was serving a suspended sentence for several days, but that does not mean he is not allowed to come to the office. Adi has asked permission to visit his room to retrieve the case files he is investigating. Adi also has another purpose, which is to check the special number that was contacted by Nilla yesterday.

Adi went into his quiet room. He collected the files and files that he felt needed to be read once again. He also unplugged the flash disk that had been stuck in the black CPU yesterday.

Apparently the computer is on, not turned off since yesterday. Adi fad clicked the mouse and then looked at the wallpaper photo of himself and Sinta smiled facing the camera. I remembered the sweet girl. Message from Sinta since one night he did not reply. Adi did not open the phone. His mind is hard to escape from Tarji, Inca, Wildan and all related to the case of death of the elderly.

In daydreaming, Adi's eyes are fixed on the application of cctv on his computer. He remembered the old man who had wanted to meet him yesterday.

"Supposed to be grandpa yesterday waiting in this room," murmured Adi as he clicked on the cctv application. Then Adi checked the surveillance footage in front of his room yesterday.

A few minutes of observing, Adi finally found a picture of an old man entering his room. But intermittently some time saw officers from the IT section following. And then they left the room together.

Adi rushed out of his room. He ran into the IT section. Seen in the room there are only 3 officers who are facing the computer screen.

"Sorry sir, how can we help you?" ask one of the female officers. Adi was silent not answering. He looked around the whole room. But he did not find the figure he was looking for.

"Sir?" call the female officer, wake Adi up from the daydream.

"Ah, where is Mr Angga?" ask Adi gelagapan.

"Pak Angga today did not enter. We also do not know where she is," replied the female officer hesitating.

Adi was silent again. His forehead seemed wrinkled signifies he was racking the brain to think. Then Adi reached into the cell phone in his pants pocket. He opened the call log and showed it to the IT officer standing before him.

"Does this number belong to Mr. Angga?" ask Adi full of probes. The female officer caught a glimpse of Adi's mobile screen then nodded convincingly.

"Well, thank you," said Adi immediately turned around and left the room. Now one name has been bagged Adi. Angga, a police officer who was several years old above Adi. Angga works in IT. During this time he had access to see every data and files belonging to the police.

There are still some questions in Adi's mind. What is the relationship between Angga and Wildan? Then, why did Angga take away the grandfather who wanted to meet with Adi? What does Angga have to do with Case 91?

Adi went back to his room. He plugged the flash disk that had been put in the bag. Adi opens a folder containing the identity data of all officers. Then copy it into a flash disk. It took a few minutes to complete the copy.

Adi's phone suddenly shook. A call from the clinic where Tarji was treated. The clinic gave me some relief. Tarji is human and his condition is stable at this time. Thankful from Adi's lips. Even the corners of his eyes looked watery.

After he finished copying the data, Adi turned off the computer, grabbed the backpack and immediately left his room. The head of the one unit looks dashing with a dark green bomber jacket with a black backpack on the shoulders. Some female officers in other units are often amazed, and wonder, how could a near-perfect man not yet have a partner?

Using his motor matic, Adi rushed to the clinic. The solid road is not a hindrance for Adi to drive the bike. He had memorized enough of the path that had to be passed to avoid the bottleneck. One of the reasons Adi prefers to ride a motorcycle rather than a car is because the motorbike is more flexible and fast.

About 15 minutes Adi has arrived at the clinic. With a small run he walked down the hallway that had just been cleaned. Although a little slippery Adi doesn't care. What is on Adi's mind now is to immediately meet with his co-workers and closest friends.

In the treatment room Tarji was lying with a bandage on his head. Beside Tarji there are both parents who look happy smile. The youngest child of the family's pride is already in a healthy condition.

"Hallo Pak Adi," Tarji said with a smile. The man's lips still looked pale white.

"Having guys like you is really troublesome," Adi looked up at the ceiling. He prevented his tears from falling. Crying is embarrassing for Adi.

"How did you find me, man?" ask Tarji lirih.

"I traced the account of the woman who seduced you. I followed the woman, and found you in terrible shape. Fuckin' shit! I thought you were gonna die a jerk!" Adi vented his frustration. Those round eyes looked glazed.

"Ha ha ha people like me don't die boss easily. As in the movies, a careless character will be retained until the end of the story because it is liked by many viewers." Tarji chuckled, his laughter broke. Adi walked over and hugged his best friend. A warm embrace, evaporating all the worries that have ever crossed the mind. Both of Tarji's parents smiled and walked out of the room. They gave time so that Adi and Tarji could mingle more freely.

"Your watch is gone. Taken Inca?" adi asked after dragging the chair and sat down beside Tarji's bed.

"Inka with a man. I don't know him. They're after the golden watch" Tarji replied in remembrance.

"Handering a cop just for a watch? That doesn't make sense" Adi sidily smiled.

"They don't know that I'm a cop. And it doesn't seem like it's all about the gold watch. But they want to know who the owner is" Tarji said with a serious face.

"Now tell me Ji. Among the 3 retirees, who actually owns the Gold Watch? I'm sure the golden watch is related to the random deaths of the elderly lately. Mr Sukmoro, Mr Wito, or Mr Suko?" ask Adi full of probes.

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