DEATH WARRANT
FIRST DAY

INTRODUCTIONS.

At 09.45. The atmosphere of the meeting room began to feel quiet. The investigation team formed one by one began to leave his chair. Two different cases are made into one. That's the advice I'm giving the leadership. And they agreed.

Two days ago, actually I was asked to handle the suicide of Amelia's personal assistant, I turned it down. Not because the case is too easy. But, because yesterday I just finished a theft case in a village. So, I had the commander hand over the assistant case to Hana. As usual, Hana invites Riko and Surya in the investigation of the case. And to this day that research is still halfway through. That's why I'm suggesting this case under the same leadership. My instinct also says that Amelia's disappearance has something to do with her assistant's suicide.

The investigation team was formed by a five-member recession along with one commander. Hana, Riko and Surya. The three of them are tasked with solving the suicide of Lisdia Ningsih— Assistant Amelia. Me and Andi are in charge of investigating Amelia Earhart.

I started to figure out how Amelia's life has been going all along. My first job was to get information from his family.

Amelia only has one sister. Both of his parents have died since he was a child in an accident. The agency has provided all files and reports about Amelia's disappearance to the police. To be perfect I had to meet his sister who was entrusted to the orphanage. I was quite surprised to hear the report. Why did the class artist Amelia put him there.

"Senior, looks like this case is a little different huh? I see senior so seriously asking for this case to be merged into one?" Andi said as I walked out of the room.

"That's just a guess. It would be easier if we did it together." I answered sure.

"Do I need to be with you?"

I'm shaking. "This time I don't need your help, let me go alone. After all, we already know each other, so his sister will be more open to me."

"Senior knew him... How come?"

"Yes" I smiled a little at her reaction. "Amelia Earhart was my school-age friend."

"I just found out about this."

"Yes already, as I said in the meeting room earlier, you just focus on finding information from his closest friends," Andi nodded.

"Then I have to leave immediately." I put my hand out asking for something.

"Oh that, this," Andi gave two sheets of documents. "Senior, if you need help... I hope senior can ask for it. I still need a lot of experience from your class detective."

"It could be you." I patted his shoulder after retrieving the document.

"This letter is not necessary?" Her face was so shocked when I just took out the family documents of Amelia.

"Keep it, I'll meet her as her brother's friend not the police. So, it's not necessary anymore!"

"Ready?" He smiles. Even if I feel some confusion emanating from him.

"Well, you just focus on your job! His family business.I'll report the results to the commander. It's likely to be a more troublesome case."

Andi nodded aloud.

***

Nayla Syafitri is the name of her sister Amelia. He was still friends with her in school. I go to Amelia's house quite often. And that's where I met him.

Nayla was seven years old. I don't know if he still knows me or not. And today is the day of our reunion after ten years have passed.

Then she has set the age of 17 years must have been a beautiful girl.

The clock on my wrist is already showing at 14:00. Misty winds blow hard on the road, casting a gloomy atmosphere on crowded roads will be crowded vehicles, queues at red lights, and angkot that stops carelessly. I can see the city during the day. An atmosphere that makes the mind dim. Suddenly I was in my tiny head a question... Why does Nayla live in an orphanage? What exactly was Amelia thinking?

The orphanage address given by Amelia's agency is not in the city anymore, the distance that must be traveled quite far takes 30 minutes.

The dense road made my mind foggy, what a sickening road even a puff of smoke from the vehicle had piled up into the sky, thus making the sky that should be white to pitch black. Such a bad day.

Water from the sky began to fall down to people who move on crowded streets.

They began to run around and the merchants were busy opening their umbrellas to save the merchandise from the increasingly heavy rain.

***

I'm halfway through. The rain still flushed the winding road as if splitting the hills.

The clock is still at 14.45 wib, but the day is like a late night of silence reigning during the journey. The wings of an owl look for prey that is heard from the trees. Some vehicles shone light bouncing on the wet asphalt not so fast tracing the hills.

Until I saw the pamphlet that read PANTI ALAM KELID. Slowly I went in there, look old building, like an ancient European building, the dark sky makes the house dim in the light yellowish dim polishes.

A towering iron fence was installed around. The yard is quite spacious, overgrown with some banyan trees that have been very rarely seen in the city, this rainy atmosphere makes me feel there in the famous horror film.

Alang-alang grows here and there among the unkempt shrubs, as if this building is uninhabited.

I didn't expect Amelia to make her beloved sister live in a place like this?

The Took... Tooks.

A long-haired man suddenly appeared knocking on the windshield of the car to my surprise.

"Sorry, we are not currently accepting donations!'' Welcome him without a welcome.

''No, no. I'm here to see someone!"

"I'm sorry once again, this time of longing is not allowed.." The man's voice was suddenly cut off. He stood facing towards the entrance. A middle-aged woman with legs stood. Her shoulder-length hair was neatly tied. The dark gray blouse suit held a small book in his hand.

The woman nodded as if giving permission to me.

I got out of the car and approached him. Without a doubt I thrust a hand at this middle-aged woman. But he looked at her with a strange look. His rare eyebrows barely met in the middle of his forehead.

''Good afternoon, I say hello politely.

''Anda...?"

''Misya, Misya Alexandra is a good friend of Amelia'' I replied introducing.

His sharp eyes instantly opened and then said. ''Welcome, can we help you? Misya.''

My petite head signals this woman is the caretaker, like...

"Oh yeah, I just wanted to see his sister. Understandably because these few weeks Amelia was busy enough so did not have empty time to visit her. So, I was told to come here." With confidence I looked into his eyes. "Can I meet him?"

"Oh.yeah? Is it true that you are a messenger from Amelia?'' Saut this woman with a face full of caution.

''Yes, I am a friend and manager in Jakarta." My heart was so curious, what really happened until his sister was hidden in a place like this.

''You know this place alone is actually enough to prove that you really know him," he added with a smile.

After smiling with him, he allowed to enter a room that was quite spacious like this room was a living room.

I looked around the room there was no sign of anyone else here. Didn't his agency say this was an orphanage?

I was really surprised to see this living room. A large room filled with ornaments and collections of antiques.

Several photos of the children were displayed along with a collection of typical Javanese grin-faced masks showing their sharp teeth stuck to the wall.

I didn't expect there to be an orphanage like this. Only one came out of my mind. I had to hide my identity.

When looking at the entire room, my eyes were immediately surprised to see at the end of the living room some stairs that were closed door leaves half open.

''What really happened to Amelia's mother, she rarely told anyone else to visit her sister" she said.

My forehead was frowning trying to understand a similar question from him. ''Yes, as I said earlier Amelia was busy enough to not have enough time to come."

"Are you a police officer?" His gaze glared for a long time before finally returning to me.

My forehead immediately shriveled in surprise.

Where does this woman know my identity?

I haven't had time to ask a question that confused me, he immediately snatched the conversation. “...Wait a minute here! I'll call him, it looks like he's in the upstairs room."

“Mbak wait! Where do you know that I am a cop, '’ asked me while positioning my seat in the living room.

‘’Nayla, just ask her later!'’ the answer was short and went straight to the half-open door.

I tried to digest the situation but could not understand it yet.

Shortly after the middle-aged woman left. The figure of a thin woman appeared a little short, from the door lips where the caretaker woman disappeared. A foreign woman is very similar to Amelia.

‘’Hai, good afternoon!'’ I stood up and reached out to him to shake hands.

“You Missya? who used to play at home often," he replied as he reached out.

“Oh, it turns out you still remember it huh!'' 

“So what exactly made you come here?"

"Actually...?" my inner. Why does he seem to want to know my arrival?

“I just want to meet you.. I heard from Amelia, you stay here..," I haven't finished the sentence, Nayla cut her off with eyes that show deep emotion. “Amelia? I don't know him!’’

Angry or hate that comes to my mind when I see the look of his face.

My five senses signal this situation is not very good. What am I supposed to do? Very strange conditions at once confused right and what really happened, does he hate his brother now? Not likely. I knew they were so familiar and even Nayla always cried every time her sister left her. Yeah, they're that close.

“How come, you know me but don't know Amel?’’ I smiled broadly to melt the atmosphere.

“Actually...? What do you mean?’’ I asked in confusion and in my heart I tried to understand what it meant.

“To be honest I already know your arrival today! And I remember thinking back to Amel's friend, and then it was you who came. That's why I know you,’’ he replied casually.

I scratched my head and shifted my back on the seat. “Wait a minute, which means someone told you that today I was coming, so you know me?"

“Ya,’’.

It's crazy, I haven't been able to digest what he said. “I think my stomach is a little hungry. Nayla, want to talk outside? or do you want to eat or drink? Many things I want to ask and tell you to__’’

“Amel won't let Nayla out of this orphanage without her!’’ shock someone from behind and that voice was the voice of the orphanage mother.

He was holding a plastic bag that contained something in his left hand, it looked as if he was soaking wet as if he was new from the outside. Since when did he come out? Maybe the confusion that was going on in my head made me unaware of his steps.

“Ya..’’ Nayla nods faintly affirming mother of the parlour statement.

“I have prepared drinks and food for you, if you want to ask here only!’’ resounding.

“Good, thank you.'' I looked polite. For the mysterious woman who hasn't introduced herself, she's quite friendly as well.

After offering us a treat. The middle-aged woman returned to the entrance to pick up her umbrella that stayed outside.

The umbrella is black, the type of umbrella that can open just by pressing a button. Then, he rushed while staggering towards the door at the end of the living room and closed the entrance to climb the stairs, then his figure disappeared.

He had climbed the stairs sounding stomp his feet trying quickly until.

“Whose mother is who?’’ I looked towards Nayla.

Nayla doesn't seem to want to answer. His face suddenly looked pale and shed tears.

“What's the matter...’’ When my question is not finished, there is a noise, then a short screech resounds from the direction of the door where the house's mother.

Immediately I stood up and felt that something very unnatural had happened.

“Hei Nayla, what's up?’’ my many.

Nayla just fell silent as she rubbed her two eyes that were still crying.

“Kirana.., that's his name. He's the caretaker of this home” said in a crisp voice.

Before I could think for a long time, I had already rushed towards the staircase door at the end of the living room. That's when...

A terrifying and bizarre sight immediately appeared.

I haven't had the door open under which is still fresh blood.

I tried to gulp down my dry throat, and open the door. It has a black umbrella, which opens automatically. The umbrella he had taken while offering the dish. Then on top of the umbrella, the mother of the home was face down as if enveloping the umbrella.

“I.., this..’’

His head was right in the middle of the opening umbrella. The ends of his feet hang on the second and third steps from below.The two hands are stretched out on two sides of the body. The plastic bag I saw was thrown in the corner of the door.

“....Whahuh? What's the matter, actually?'' my voice that came out vibrated along with my feet.

It was hard to digest the incident in such a short period of time. However, I immediately estimated.

Was this mother in a hurry while climbing the stairs, The woman ran and slipped in the middle of the journey. His umbrella was thrown down and seemed to be bumped, the umbrella opened automatically, rolling down near the door, the iron tip facing right towards the mother of the home. Later then..

The woman whose body was pierced fell right on the edge of the iron. It was as if this woman was flying right down towards him. Without being able to dodge or move the hand for cover.

The body of the downtrodden mother of the parlour did not move at all. The red color flowing from the black umbrella made me shudder began to seep under my shoes.

Blood….. 

A lot of blood.

“Bu..., bu Kirana..’’ My voice trembled when he called. Both of my feet on the floor were shaking. I was scared to start approaching him.

The mother's throat was stuck in the iron tip of the umbrella, the iron tip was embedded deeply into the base. Blood is flowing and flowing.

“It...’’ Can't stand it, I took my eyes off.

''It's like this,,,’’

Takc.

Along with the thud, the body of the mother of the home was uprooted. Truly magical balance— is not, this must have been the devil who waited for this building—from the umbrella frame that held it, when it finally broke.

“Oi!’’ There was a scream from the end of the gate the voice of a man running towards me. Behind him stood a woman who just stood quietly under the stub of heavy rain that had not stopped.

“Wire! Call Ambulance!’’ This man screamed.

“Contact the hospital. Ugh.. This is really bad. Why did this happen…! You okay?"

Being asked like that, I actually wanted to nod and answer “Iya,’’ but what came out of my mouth was just a groan. My stomach is like a prick. This pain.

“Ma, sorry.’’ while pressing stomach. I leaned against the side of the door. “My body is a little..’’

…young…

Without being able to withstand the vibrations that emerged from my stomach I took out something disgusting from my mouth. “Ma, sorry”

“Submit it to me who is here, go to the toilet and contact the hospital as soon as.’’ The command of the man in black and long-haired.

When I staggered to feel where the toilet was, I saw Nayla still outside as a statue placed under the heavy rain. He was standing in the orphanage courtyard, looking intently at me who was right parallel in front of him.

His face was very pale, looking blue. Both of his eyes widened very wide.like a creepy doll, belonging to empty red eyes, those slightly open lips were like wanting to charge.

Had you not come.This would not have happened!

A few seconds later, when I arrived at the corner toilet of the living room there was a pair of windows that pointed right towards the front yard, the figure was gone, missing as if hiding among raindrops.

***

The orphanage is currently empty all the orphanage children and the caretaker went out to the lake in Bandung they camped for a few days there therefore Pak yandri refused me when he met the first time.

“I Yandri, security at this orphanage.”

I just kept staring at him. Both of my legs were trembling on the living room bench after seeing the first thing I felt.

“My wife has gone to the hospital to deliver Kirana.”

“Is it okay only he takes care of it?’’

“ Yes..’’ sautnya as if everything is safe and under control.

Right now I'm still in the third house with Nayla and Mr. Yandri, this long-haired guy doesn't let Nayla out the door even a step, that's why I didn't accompany his wife to the hospital.

“If I may know, why is Nayla not allowed out of here?’’ I asked Nayla who was sitting next to me. He still fell silent.

“We paid his brother with such a promise,’’ he replied. Mr. Yandri then stood up, saying goodbye back to his post.

Promises…

My head is dizzy again. Breath is a bit hunting, the heart is like pounding right next to the ears, the stomach and my body feel cooler than before.

“Not feeling well?’’ ask Nayla.

I'm shaking. Nayla narrowed her eyes at me. “If not used to it, this place may not be good for you.’’

“Not good? Whatchu mean?''

“This atmosphere..,'' Nayla thinned her lips, then raised her head. He finally continued. “A atmosphere that cannot be digested by wakal.’’

I just kept quiet trying to understand what he said.

“You saw the statue!'’ Nayla pointed towards the entrance to see a two-meter tall statue of a woman holding an umbrella tucked between her hands. “The statue is empty.The body is also his heart. It was empty. There was nothing in it. Such emptiness has been felt for a very long time.'' Nayla still continued her explanation as if she was talking about why this situation happened. “A lot of empty objects collected here like sucking the aura of life. Empty, I don't know when exactly I feel confusion anymore..."

My worries immediately appeared. Lest he really hurt or experience such intense inner pressure. 

“Kak Misya, Are you currently confused?" This girl suddenly raised her face right in front of my face and came back shedding tears.

“Yes,'’ I nodded slowly right in front of his extremely pale face. “That's why I'm here, but Nayla... are you okay?'’

She nodded her head signalling that she was fine.

“If you just want to ask the situation, you better go home because I want to rest’’ He lowered his face and lowered his head back. He immediately stood up and stepped.

“Amelia...., these three days she's gone missing and doesn't know where to go? His company reports to the police.’’ 

Hearing Amelia's name, she paused and turned around. The extremely pale-white face earlier suddenly smiled back, his red eyes had since changed like they were showing the expression of an excited person who had slipped from the shackles that had bound him all this time.

I saw his lips smile. "Nayla...., do you know anything?’’

“Misya, Sorry... Misya sister do you know Hell Records?’’ With that innocent face he asked something that made my head feel heavy, as if it was absorbed by the statue of the woman holding the umbrella.