31 Days
Day 2's
...The moustache is getting troubling....
...This time, I need to find out....
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Mondays are not much liked by everyone. A start that is always viewed as bad. From school students, office employees to police officers who have carried out morning apples.
Agus started to open the official police uniform. Since she served in one of the criminal units, casual clothing has always been a mainstay every day. After that he started walking and greeting the co-workers in the office.
Agus was just a low-ranking and simple police officer. This is his first year entering as an investigator at Polsek Bantar Gebang.
He had previously served for three years in the traffic unit. A very tiring task and facing many human emotions on the highway.
But this time, the challenge was a little different. Although he still has not much experience, Agus is always focused and tenacious in every opportunity.
He sat down at the desk sipping a coffee sachet that he really liked. Very sweet and delicious milk coffee. He started to turn on the computer screen and prepared to fill out a lot of reports.
Shortly after that he began to see three people dressed in punk walking towards the room. The three of them looked embarrassed and agitated. Moreover, seeing many police officers who put on unfriendly faces.
One of them finally ventured to stand in front of an empty table. He with his mouth shaking and sweat pouring out began to greet the entire office.
"Jony, gone sir!" yell at that punk kid wearing red pants.
All are still silent, have not responded to the intention of the child's speech. But quickly Yanto, the senior investigator approached them.
"Would you guys come in this morning?" asked Yanto in a creepy voice.
"Our friend is missing sir. Please Jony!" the punk boy returned.
Yanto began to look back at their blurry and dull appearance. From the look on his face, he clearly did not like their presence.
"Since when?"
"From yesterday sir."
"Is your friend Jony the same as you? That punk kid who's always hanging around everywhere?"
"He's a friend of ours sir" the punk replied with even more fear.
"You better go home. Punk kids like you are already used to moving places," explained Yanto so casually.
"But sir, Jony's our gang leader. He couldn't have just left his men behind" explained Punk's son in earnest.
Yanto began to glance at captain Hasyim, the team leader of the criminal unit. He was waiting for instructions from his boss. Both the eyes of Captain Hashim began to glance outside, clearly drawn if he wanted them to leave.
Yanto started pushing them forcibly. The punk kid's burglar couldn't fight back, they finally managed to get dragged out of the entrance. Yanto then looked at them sharply and cynically.
"We've faced way too many wayward boys like you. I'm warning you, don't play with the police. Remember that!" yanto shouted with great anger.
On the other hand, Agus felt this was unfair. They are civilians, after all. They deserve legal help and protection from police officers.
He got up from the chair and immediately ran towards the exit. His two eyes incessantly continued to search for the three punks. He continued to chase until he finally saw them hanging out in a corner stall.
Agus approached them, he did not want to keep his distance from anyone. Agus could see clearly that they were in need of help.
"Do you want to find Jony?" ask Agus kindly.
Then the three punk children began to glance at Agus with a strange look. They still don't understand if the man today is a cop.
"I'm Agus, the police officer here. I heard you guys reported losing a friend, is that right, son?"
The hedgehog-haired punk child stood looking at Agus. This time he boldly spoke to Agus.
"Serious father want to help us?"
Agus nodded with a smile. He was trying to convince them.
"Jony and we go every day. We were resting under a bridge. I saw Jony walking straight away leaving us at about 9 p.m. He didn't come home and we haven't seen him again."
"Ok, can you explain what was the last outfit she was wearing at the time? Or the characteristic features of his face and body?"
"He was wearing punk like us, only then he was wearing a red Dragon picture vest. His body is thin, his skin is almost full of white spots due to severe tinea versicolor disease and he mustaches" explained the punk child with enough detail.
"Mustache? Is he an adult?" ask Agus seriously.
"He's the oldest of the three of us, maybe he's in his 30s" replied the bontot punk.
"Good, for now you're with uncle. You have to fill out the missing persons complaint form first," Agus asked as he pushed them back into the police station.
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Monday, 2 April 2022
Dear Diary's...
...The moustache disappeared, every day I fretfully waited. He should have been found at least by someone who accidentally crossed the area....
...How's he doing?...
...It must be very difficult to survive in the wild. With a piercing cold air. With the blazing sun that burns every layer of skin....
...I can't wait to see the moustache come out of hiding. He will give a lot of surprises to everyone. In fact, my famously cuckoo husband won't dwell on seeing her back....
Farel's eyes became more rounded when the wife was still talking about the mustache. He was getting more and more clueless with all those distorted-looking diction.
What does Nana really want from the moustache? Why does it look like a surprise to her?
Nana's confidence in having an affair is beginning to falter. Nana's curses don't seem to indicate that she's putting her heart on another man.
The mustache is more like something Nana wanted. Probably very obsessed with it. Butwhat? All his thoughts are dead-end.
Farel immediately rushed out of the room and headed for Nana's room. There he saw Nana sitting at the table, her right hand closing the mushroom diary.
Nana turned towards Farel with a beaming smile. He then stood up while handing the mushroom diary to Farel.
"Good, your writing is a little short. Here you tell me that at the end of this you are not comfortable with the mushroom hair, until you do not taste in the office" explained Nana.
"That's all because of you Na! Every time I look in the mirror it feels like I'm a clown" Farel said.
"Tomorrow before leaving for work, we go to the haircut subscription of the neighbors here," said Nana with a sincere face.
This time Farel was silent, he did not refuse as usual. His haughty and dissident behavior momentarily disappeared.
Nana smiled seeing her husband not responding with anger. He felt that Farel had agreed to his invitation this time.
Nana's room door started to move to close. Nana wanted to immediately end the diary exchange ritual between the two of them.
But Farel's hand restrained the door. He wanted to see Nana. In the face there is a lot of confusion and questions.
"Na" said Farel awkwardly.
"What?"
"Mmmmmm....."
"What the hell is."
"The moustache is Na. Who's she?" farel asked in shame.
Hearing the question from the husband's mouth directly, made Nana's eyes sparkle. Even he started to smile and his expression changed drastically.
"You will know later. Just wait for Farel," Nana replied as she slowly closed the door to the room.