Campus Horror
Part 42's
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Campus Horror
Part 42's
Jimmy and Dj stop for a while at a food stall in the middle of a vast expanse of rice fields to fulfill the call of the creatures who live in their stomachs. From that moment the creature sounded very loud, a sign of the need for a delicious intake to stop it making a sound.
The stall sells satay and some other traditional foods.
They choose a place at the end facing the rice field. Not many visitors have come. So they can still choose a strategic place.
Do not imagine this place a modern and neat food stall. This food stall is more correctly said as a gubug in the middle of the rice field. With a roof of straw, ground-floated, and equipped with a very old shabby table.
But, this place is a legendary restaurant that drives an instagramable cafe with a selfie with a natural view.
The taste of the food became the target of all circles. From truck drivers, to high officials were unable to resist the longing to taste traditional cuisine here.
While enjoying the food that has been provided by the mother of the stall owner, Jimmy and Dj discussed the development of the Asih case.
“How was the result of yesterday's inspection?” Dj opened the conversation first, even though his mouth was filled with delicious cheap food.
“Entahlah,” Jimmy completed the activity of chewing food first before continuing his speech. “Witness looks relaxed. Too relaxed in my opinion. As if you have prepared the answer to that check.”
“Yakin lo don't find anything?”
“So you doubt me? Yes of course I found something strange. Even if only a little word.”
“What words?”
“Do we ever reveal that the discovery of the skeleton as a murder case?”
Dj shook his head quickly. “Indeed why?”
“Witness had mentioned that if he did not participate in the rujak party that day on campus, he would not be involved with the Asih murder case.”
“Oh yes? Where is the recording I tried to hear.”
Jimmy reached into his pants pocket and looked for a check tape the other day on his advanced phone.
Dj stopped his activity scooping food and quickly sipped an orange ice to wash away the remaining food in his mouth.
Then Dj focused his hearing on Jimmy's cell phone.
While waiting for Dj to examine the examination footage, Jimmy still enjoyed his lunch with a voracious.
***
“Insting me, this witness is not the perpetrator.” Dj conveyed his thoughts when driving his four-wheeled vehicle to the house of the guardian class Asih and Dewi.
“Kok?”
“Ya instincts. That's right, it's obvious that the witness doesn't like the victim. There may even be a conflict between them. But my instinct is not that he did.”
Jimmy did not answer the speculation from Dj. Indeed, as an investigator, the power of evidence is paramount. However, instinct should not be doubted. According to him, there are other dimensions that try to provide help through instinct.
***
They now arrive at a modest house owned by a retired teacher.
Right said Arif. Finding Mother Sumarni's house is not difficult. Not too far from school.
When they arrived the gate was already open. But Jimmy and Dj did not necessarily dare to go inside without the permission of the homeowner.
“Excuse me..” Dj voiced the word greeting with a fairly loud volume.
Not long after, a middle-aged mother approached them with a broomstick. Looks like this mother was sweeping the courtyard when they came.
“Yes, what's up?” The mother said with a confused look because she first saw the faces of Jimmy and Dj.
“Sorry to interrupt, Mom. Is this really Sumarni's mother's house?”
“True. Me alone. With whom can I know?”
Dj glanced at Jimmy in hopes of introducing himself first. Usually if people know the visiting journalist, they are reluctant to accept his arrival.
“I'm Jimmy, Mom. I am an investigator from the National Police of the Republic of Indonesia.”
“Police? What's up?” Sumarni's mother looked uncomfortable with their arrival.
“Oh yes? Have you been to school before?”
“True, Mother. We also got Mom's address from school. Here's my ID,” Jimmy immediately showed me his identification card as a police officer.
“Mari please login.” Sumarni's mother lets Jimmy and Dj enter her house. They are welcome to sit on the front porch.
“What can I help you with?” Sumarni's mother immediately opened the topic of conversation. He did not even offer to serve a drink. It could be that Sumarni's mother was not very comfortable with their arrival. Or it could be if he is alone at home.
“So like this, Bu.” Jimmy didn't waste any time getting his destination here either. “Mother's protege was the victim of skeletal discovery at the Literature Campus.”
Sumarni's mother nodded her head. “Yes, I know. Asih, right?”
Jimmy and Dj looked at each other.
“But I'm not sure if it's Asih my student or not. Every day after I watched the news on television, I made a prayer so that the victim was not the Asih I knew.”
Sumarni's mother exhaled a heavy breath. “Unfortunately, it turns out that it is indeed Asih.”
“Mom still remember with students even though it has been decades?”
“Who can forget a good boy like Asih? A beautiful girl with a heart as beautiful as her face. His manners and manners are very much admired.”
“His fighting spirit cannot be underestimated. In fact, I am sure that Asih can easily realize its ideals. Too bad, his age is too young to experience this kind of thing.”
“You know? His efforts to get scholarships in order to study at the university was not easy. His family did not even give his blessing to Asih. Permission from the guardian who at that time as I remember was his aunt was not obtained. They hope that Asih does not need to have a higher education. Lucky his spirit can not be broken.”
Jimmy and Dj were still listening to the words of Sumarni's mother who had been staring at the sky trying to pry her memory of Asih Prabandari.
Then suddenly Sumarni's mother looked towards Jimmy and Dj.
“So, this Asih tragic death, because what if I could know?”
“We don't know yet, Mom. Now it is still in the research time.”
“Asih it's not like other children. He is friendly to anyone. Many friends. Anyone would love to be friends with him. I felt guilty for encouraging him to continue his education in the city. Had I not supported him, he would still be alive.”
“How about Goddess Laksmita?” Jimmy ventured to cut off Mother Sumarni's memory of Asih.
“Goddess?” Mother Sumarni's eyebrows shot up.
“True, Bu.”
“Actually if not reminded because Asih, I could not remember my former students. But this Goddess was sitting in front of Asih back then. Right yeah. I now remember his face.”
“How to tell it. I don't really like the Goddess's behavior. The war is like an antagonist in a story.”
“Why is that so, Mom?”
“This goddess is trying to compete with anyone. He wanted to be first, in any field. I happen to be teaching Indonesian lessons. I remember making study groups. He tried to bring down his friends from other groups by asking less plausible questions from the topic of learning at that time”
“Oh yes! I remember, Dewi also once refused to be a group with Asih openly. He spoke honestly, if he was in a group, who would fight Asih later? At that time I thought I had failed to become a teacher because it created enmity between class mates.”
Then Sumarni's mother woke up. “Why are you asking about Dewi?”
Jimmy glanced at Dj.
“In the meantime, Dewi is a witness in the case I handled, Ma'am. There is the DNA of the Goddess on the clothes worn by Asih when our skeleton was found.”
Sumarni's powerless mother held back her surprise at Jimmy's statement.
“What can I help you to uncover everything?” Sumarni's mother seemed very helpless to hear the news they were saying.
“This is my business card, Mom. Who knows, you may remember something later, you can contact me. All the information that I convey is very helpful to the police in revealing everything.”
“Please, Sir. Justjust please. Reveal all the truth. It's so sorry Asih. He's a good boy, Mr.” Sumarni Ibu Lirih.
“We will do our best, Mom. Thanks for the time, Mum.”
***
Scorn began to emerge from various parties. I don't know when I'll be strong enough to withstand this insult.
I thought with the loss of life that woman would all be better.
I have to rack my brain again.
***