At Least I’M Free
XXVIII

At the intersection between the car park and the motorcycle mall, Lilya and Huga who were satisfied chatting along the road stopped their steps.

"Don't you guys take me home?" Tawar Huga who was immediately answered by the head of Lilya.

"Yes if I ride in my father's car, what is my bike? Time left here." The girl folded her hands on her chest and then smiled knotfully. "There's still an invitation I have to go to."

"That's it." Huga didn't seem to be bothering about it. "Then, if there is new information, just contact me."

Lilya gave a thumbs up. "Okay."

They also split in different directions. While Lilya had found her bike in the early ranks, Huga still walked down the rows of cars to the turn where she parked her car.

After entering and sitting behind the steering wheel, Huga caught a red beam lying on the side chair. He recalled that this morning Ridwan sent him a file containing information about the family of the Kusumaningrum conglomerate, as well as a case of inter-student violence involving Lilya a year ago.

He listened to Samsul's story last night in the office, but as usual his rival's opinion was more condensed to obscure the objective facts of the case he handled in the next town. Therefore inevitably Huga asked Ridwan to find him data about the case as well.

However, because he was busy doing many things and there was an appointment to meet with Lilya earlier, Huga so had not had time to read the contents of the file.

He calmly turned the key around the neck of the driver. Intentionally wanting to read the thick file while waiting for his car engine to heat up, Huga grabbed the file beside him when suddenly his gaze turned blurry, followed by an unbearable sense of tiredness.

Suga had no choice but to back up the back of the chair and catch his breath. Because he was very upset with his body symptoms, he hurriedly grabbed a cellphone and called someone.

"Hallo"

"I'm in the east parking lot of mall xx..."

"What's? Hallo's? What are you doing?"

Yoke!

The phone in Huga's hand fell, while the weakened body now lost all its strength. With unbearable pain in the abdomen, Huga bowed to the side of the window and slowly closed her eyes.

For the umpteenth time Huga was reminded of the reason for having to immediately quit her job as a detective.

...* * *...

It felt like he had been asleep for years. Although in fact he had only been unconscious for an hour. When he opened his eyes, he was already in a white room with a clear carbolic smell.

With his body still weak, he tried to get up only to find that his hand was already connected to an infusion tube. He can only sit down to the pillow.

"You're really careless." said someone who had noticed Huga next to the room by the open window. "Fainting out in a closed car with the engine on. No need to bother suicide, you will soon die. I got to ask some people to get you out of there. Basic troublesome."

The neat-looking woman in a long white coat and thick reading glasses folded her hands on her chest with a flat expression.

"Thank you for your attention, Doctor Lita, I know you're my only reliable friend." Huga smiled without any burden, as if what happened to her just now was not a strange thing.

For a moment, the woman fell silent and did not react. Finally he asked, "Have you heard it hurts, why do you still drink coffee? Espresso anyway."

"Aren't you a detective? Time can't be guessed." Lita barjalan approached and showed the receipt of payment at the cafe Hiraeth. "Relax, apart from being a doctor, I'm not interested in your drinking buddy."

Huga could only snort. Actually he knew that his stomach was not strong, but still, maybe because of his habit so he forgot about his health condition.

Lita walked around the bed until she reached the infusan pole. "The medicine I have entered here. So please, don't leave before the infusion runs out."

"alright. After all, when did I not listen to the words of the doctor?"

Hearing that sentence, Lita then looked at Huga sharply. "Then please stay here until you recover."

"Cured?" Huga laughed blandly. "Aren't you the one who said that this disease can't be cured?"

Lita fixed the position of her glasses. "Indeed, but at least if you stay here you can be more well-groomed and live comfortably."

"You still don't understand. I do not live to find comfort. After all, the 'comfortable' you were referring to made absolutely no sense," explained Huga subtly. He looked around like he was looking for something.

"Oh yeah, where are my things?"

Although she looks fine, Lita knows very well how concerning Huga's health is. A month ago his friend was admitted to the hospital because he lost consciousness while working. Because of an old friend, Lita is also fully responsible in the initial examination until the final diagnosis. From there it is only known that Huga has a terminal disease that can no longer be ignored. Even if from medical glasses, it is a miracle Huga can still move normally until now. Even so, still, his age is certain will not be long.

"Now" Lita looked down and opened the drawer under the bedside nightstand. Inside are files with red covers, hp, purses, cigarettes, lighters, a small iron box and Huga's car keys.

"Well, I guess it's still in the car. Thank you for being taken." Huga's eyes seemed to ensure the completeness of his belongings.

"Just relax, anyways we've already won from High School." Lita put both her hands in the pocket of the suit.

Huga smiled.

"Just now, rest. Kakau there is any push a button under the mattress let the nurse come. And remember! Don't leave before the infusion runs out." Lita strongly warns Huga.

"Well, doctor." chimpal Huga with the attitude of a student who obeys his teacher.

After that, Lita went outside. In the middle of a quiet hospital situation, Huga also took out a cigarette and a lighter from the drawer. He is not at all concerned with the condition of the body or what will happen to him later. The most important thing is the case, and nicotine to calm his mind.

With a cigarette on his lips, Huga lit the lighter while glancing towards the open window. The sky outside looks bright blue. Several times sucking and exhaling his cigarette smoke while enjoying the outside scenery, Huga enjoyed those moments in silence.

After being satisfied, he switched to observing the drawer and took out a file with a red cover from inside.

It is quite thick, up to 20 sheets. Huga read quickly and then flipped through each page. Sometimes he stopped to throw his cigarette ash into an iron box. Most of the files contain business data that lasted less than 10 years. Although time-consuming, finally Huga arrived at a page containing information about their adopted child.

Even so, the child was not actually inserted into the family card Kusumaningrum. As for the display that will be exhibited when needed, the truth is that the child was entrusted to one of their confidant house servants.

Since hearing Anggia's testimony yesterday, Huga has assumed many things including the identity of the adopted child. Therefore, when he saw the concrete data in his hands now, Huga could not help but smile in satisfaction. Under the boy's full name was a photo of the face of a familiar person.

"In this way, I can interrogate him again without hesitation…"