Campus Horror
The Part 22

Campus Horror

The Part 22

I'm pretty sure I didn't leave any evidence back then.

After all, how could they possibly find something from such bones.

If I hadn't caught up with you, it wouldn't have ended like this.

Did I kill Asih? Nah! I'm not a murderer!

***

Carefully Jimmy and Andre hear the information from the DJ.

Before the news was published, DJ, Damar, and Bagi spent the afternoon until the evening together. Even all speculation about the Asih case is detailed by Damar and Bagi. However, For pleads strongly not to publish about Om Deni if there is no evidence leading up to it.

Jimmy's phone rang in the middle of his conversation with the DJ.

"Hello, Sangtu."

"Public member?"

"Okay, I'm going to the lab right away!"

"Gue unplug first. I'll call you later, J."

DJ just nodded his head.

***

Sangtu handed him a small tray containing a paper.

There is a name on the library member card of the Faculty of Tourism.

"Asih Prabandari's. Literary Faculty. The year did not succeed me meticulously." Sangtu mentioned his invention. Jimmy noticed a member card that resembled a business card.

"Lucky the inside of the victim's bag is made of nylon. So nylon fabric takes about thirty to forty years to decompose. This member card is tucked inside a small pocket."

"This is the only lead, sir."

Jimmy remained silent as he digested all the information and evidence he received today.

Jimmy patted Sangtu on the shoulder as a sign of gratitude for his hard work.

***

The sky looks very bright this afternoon.

Jimmy pulls the car over because he finds a DJ on the side of the road.

"Name of the victim Asih Prabandari. And according to the story you got from those kids, he's a member of the library. The tourism campus. Your alma mater."

DJ is surprised to find that the information from Damar and his friends is not nonsense.

"Lo's plan, what?" Ask DJ.

"Gue started from the Literature Campus first. I'll meet with the Dean to get some information first. What year did the victim start college, and when did the victim disappear."

"If their words are true, it means the victim disappeared in 1986. You should meet the same Dean who served that year." DJ gave his argument to complete the facts and of course wanted to know.

Jimmy nodded slowly.

"Gue to the tourism campus. Maybe it's lucky to meet the perpus officer." DJ added.

***

"After looking at the data from the administration, it is true that Asih Prabandari is a student of the Faculty of Letters. Data also shows that this student did not complete his studies. Or you could say not continue." The Dean of the Faculty of Letters explained with a tense face.

"It is fitting that this student does not continue his studies. Turns out he's buried alive in this college." The Dean added again.

Jimmy received a data sheet from Mr. Dean. It is seen that Asih, is a scholarship student.

Then handed the paper to Andre as complementary evidence for the prosecutor's office.

"In that year, Father, have you served on this campus?"

"Oh yes, sir. I was just appointed as an honorary lecturer at that time. I started my career here in 1983."

"If you may know, who was the dean who served at the time, sir?"

"Father of Dira Nugraha. He is now retired, sir."

Jimmy nodding.

After giving permission to the Dean, Jimmy and Andre left the Dean's room of the Faculty of Letters.

***

Dira Nugraha's wife lets Jimmy and Andre through the gate.

Jimmy walked and looked around the typical regional style house that he had lived in for more than fifteen years now.

"Please sit down first, Fathers. I'm Anisa Mr. Dira's wife."

Jimmy and Andre nodded and headed towards the open house facing the large room. There is a photo in front of him now.

One of them is a student who some time ago was in the TKP.

"The house is so cool." Andre spoke slowly as he spread his gaze around.

Without having to wait for long, a person who seemed to have gone slowly came to them.

Without blinking Andre realized the prestige of a Dira Nugraha who would not be timeless.

"Good day, I'm Dira." Welcome Dira by cupping both hands in front of the chest which means welcoming.

"I'm Jimmy, and my colleague Andre." Jimmy and Andre automatically reply to Dira's way of greeting, which is cupping his hands in front of his chest.

"I've heard the news about the discovery of the framework at the Faculty of Letters. I was honestly surprised." Dira immediately opened the conversation to the main topic.

"Really, Sir. Do you know the victim?"

"I served as dean for two terms. I am also a teacher. My students have thousands. It might be too naive if I said that I didn't know the victim. But honestly I really don't know."

Jimmy looked at Dira.

Jimmy and Andre leave Dira's house.

***

Anisa comes with a tray of three cups of drinks complete with appendages.

"Who? Your guests are home, sir?" Her husband was seen sitting alone staring at Deni's room.

"Yes, just for a moment" he said."

"So that woman died, sir? Well, that means our estimate of Deni secretly still meeting him is a big mistake, sir."

Dira was silent in his mind and reluctant to answer.

"But it's not really a father?"

"Yes, no, ma'am! Don't talk so recklessly! For what you destroyed the reputation that you have built for so long. Even buried him in the campus where you had the name." Dira looks not accept with the scantiness of his wife.

"Yes, don't be angry. I'm just nanya."

***

To peek at the conversation Grandpa and Grandma through the window of her room facing the yard of the house. All are clearly heard. From the police until they left.

To think about everything that happened.

Either premonition or what, To believe that his family has an attachment to Asih's death.

To take his cell phone.

[Om, want not to share my story about a missing student?]

The message was not immediately responded by Om Deni.

View the room Om Deni from the window. No sound of any activity.

To open the desk drawer to find the chart Damar has created.

A moment later the eyes widen.

He has found an interesting idea.

***

"Where is Lo, Den?"

"Home on. Why?"

"Lo get ready, I'm heading to your house. Less than ten minutes I'm up."

Deni hung up his phone and rushed out of the room, then waited for Robi's arrival in front of the gate.

While waiting, Deni looked at his mobile phone.

There is a notification about the message from Share. As soon as Deni opened the message, Robi pulled over his car in front of Deni.

At first glance Deni read about missing students in the message For.

"Do I need help?"

"No, I can do it myself."

Deni is used to doing activities that often make others offer help to him.

But Deni continued to train so as not to trouble anyone.

"Then?" Deni turned to Robi who was still staring softly at his friend who looked frail at this time.

"Lo ever communicate with your ex?"

"My ex?"

"Yes the dorm boy!"

"Current?"

"Gue inget used to be confused with cariin doi, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"Gue check out the news about the discovery of the human skeleton at the Literature Campus, Den."

"Oh, huh?"

"Don't you suspect that it's a doi skeleton?"

Deni was silent and did not answer.

"Lo want me to go to the Literature Campus?"

"But,"

"But why?"

"If we go there, the police can suspect us."

"Why should you be suspicious? Is it related to this event?"

Deni bergeming's.

"Lo killed him, Den?"

"Yes! He betrayed me. He may have a grandson by now!"

"I mean, we're off to college to make sure. The victim is really doi or not. If it's not finished. If indeed the skeleton was former lo, it means missed already doi lost because of what. He didn't run away or leave you with anyone else. But he was buried on campus. Decades. You don't pity, what?"

Deni looks agitated.

"Dead of doi was not good, Den. Shadowless. There is no way dong doi buried himself on campus. This must be someone else who has the same bad intentions doi. Don't want to know who it is?"

Without waiting for approval from Deni, Robi directs his car to the Faculty of Letters Campus.

***