At Least I’M Free
XXIV

The sun had disappeared completely when Huga arrived at the police station. Among the busy people, Huga continued to walk into the building until he found Ridwan sitting languidly on his desk. In the end, he who was famous was always optimistic and full of spirit was uprooted in despair. However, that did not stop Huga from approaching him in a relaxed manner.

"Well, if anyone is disappointed, "" said Huga when he arrived before his junior.

"Sir Huga was right, there was no trace of anything in that car." Ridwan muttered while bowing his head.

"Loh, didn't the forensics team say in his seat that he found wool fiber? From there we can conclude that the perpetrator wears a sweater or jacket made of wool while driving it. But.. does not rule out the possibility also if the clue was deliberately left to outwit us,” explained Huga who was immediately greeted by his junior headband.

"People who wear jackets or wool sweaters will have a lot, sir. Just like boong dong everything has to start all over again,” grunts Ridwan like he did not accept.

Huga grinned. "Not really.”

Slowly Ridwan raised his head and looked at the curious Huga. "meaning?"

"Before I explain..." Huga watched around before finally leaning on her body and lowering the volume of her voice. "Please find information about the foster children of the Kusumaningrum family."

Hearing the sudden request was immediately Ridwan frowned. "What are you doing, sir?"

"I told you, the details will tell me after you've brought the data." Suga smiled meaningfully. While Ridwan who was used to the attitude of refusing to share his senior's secret pretentiousness could only obey.

"Please sir, the story will be complete," pressed Ridwan before finally rising and moaning towards the data room.

"Alright." said Huga while pulling the phone out of his overcoat pocket. He remembered not having replied to any message from Lilya. He immediately typed something. However, no time to press the send button, suddenly a phone call came in with the name ‘Samsul’ listed on it.

"Yes?" Ask Huga lazily.

"Where are you?" Reply Samsul in a hasty tone. "There's something important I want to talk about. About the violent student in the next town."

Huga let out a long breath. "You are still stubborn. Though I told you, I'm not interested in trivial cases"

"The boy moved here. Even went to school at SMK Tunas Nusa, where the teacher murder case you held was!”

For a moment, Suga was silent. Interest began to seep in. It is undeniable that all this is a strange coincidence. Interrelated, as if fate wanted it to pull a common thread from many sides to one same place.

"Alright, I'm in the office." Huga grinned, she found herself getting excited as new hypotheses began to rain down on her mind. "Oh yeah, what's the boy's name?"

"His name..."

...* * *...

Lilya did not expect her trip to the next town would take until nightfall. After parking her motorbike in the basement of the hospital, the girl rushed to the lobby for an elevator.

When returning home from Udo boarding, the emotions of Lilya still have not subsided. Therefore, instead of going home, he chose to drive long enough to finally decide to visit his old friend here.

Actually after moving a year ago, Lilya always took the time to return to her hometown and visit a few hours to the hospital.

This activity has been a kind of ritual when he is emotional for various reasons. Because somehow his feelings became light and relieved every time he met his friend.

After boarding the elevator and arriving at the lobby, Lilya immediately headed for the reception desk.

"Sir, I want to see a patient on behalf of Mira. Time is still there, right?"

"Only his family is allowed to visit," answered the nun while busy struggling with her computer.

With a sneer the nurse glanced at the girl who was still wearing the full school uniform. "Name?"

"Lilya Lindberg."

Hearing the name, the wrinkle on the sister's forehead seemed to increase. "Sorry but I can't let a bully like you visit his own victims.”

For a moment Lilya's eyes widened in surprise. A second later, he laughed loudly. "Haha! New mom here? No.no. Though it happened over a year, but still there are people who mengakan rumors? I think I have a lot of haters."

"Please don't make a fuss! It's a hospital! Or do I want to call security?" Threaten the sister with her hands ready on the phone.

Seeing the response, Lilya's laughter became even more. He even hit the table so uninhibited. Fortunately, the hospital atmosphere was quiet.

But still, the noise is a commotion. The nurse was about to press the security button when suddenly another nun came and stopped her.

"Oh.... You guys are why...?" The newly arrived sister turned her head and smiled softly towards Lilya who immediately stopped laughing.

"E-eh... Sister Rifa? Hehe what sus?" Sapa Lilya clumsily.

"Newspaper? Yes, now I want to talk about disrespectful visitors... Lilya herself how are you? It seems very unhealthy, until you want to run away because of the hospital.”

Although horrified, Lilya still put on her sweet stiff smile. He drowned like a boy who was afraid of being scolded. "I-I'm sorry to make a rowdy. Anyway, that sister's the first one to start."

"Who? How me?" Said the nurse who was appointed by Lilya, did not accept.

"Yes, he was laughing, so I laughed" said Lilya without feeling guilty.

"Oh yeah, I'm just-"

"Udah-udah..why the heck ngeributin trivial thing?" Sister Rifa calmly draped the visitor's card to the neck of Lilya, then thrust a paper containing a list of visitors. "Actually, the turnaround time is over, but since you're the exception so I give you half an hour to look up. Later fitting want to enter the patient's room do not forget to wash your hands first yes..”.

With teary eyes full of haru, Lilya signed the paper and then grasped both hands of sister Rifa strong. "Thank you! That's why I'm going, yak."

Without lingering Lilya was merengos away. Meanwhile the sister next to Rifa looked in disbelief.

"Kok even let go? You know, a year ago he almost killed 4 of his friends! Belom again Mira's patient is one of the victims, right?" The protest of the sour-faced sister.

Rifa responded casually while smiling. "Well, do you know where you're from? The cops? Official news? Or maybe... complex mom?"

“Yes it...” Although annoyed, the nurse could only silently pierce the lips.

"The news at that time was a big deal. What else on the internet a lot of hoaxes, and amazingly people believe it so without rechecking the fact.” Rifa casually patted the shoulder of that fellow. “Not to worry, he's a good kid."

“Why can you trust him so much?” Ask the sister with doubt.

“This you... need me to tell you the truth?”

The nurse nodded.

“Ok, so it really is..”.