DEATH WARRANT
EMBARK

While enjoying the second cup of coffee, I saw Nanda talking to Riko about the incident of the man who attacked the police in the courtyard of the KTV studio. Back my head was pushed to move immediately to look for the man's hellish record. Is this instinct or what? I don't know…

As I thought, my eyes fell on a cup of coffee. Nanda only drank black coffee without sugar, it seems he was very afraid of diabetes.

Nanda would occasionally look at me thinking about my opinion on this new information, but she ignored it. They still exchange personal information to get to know each other, but Nanda does not tell Riko her status in the police force.

It popped up for a moment in my mind the question. Why is he hiding the status of his Black Crow members, or am I the only one who can find out, but why? I quickly disappeared that thought. There's no way she still thinks of me as Jara.

“Do you guys think I'm Jara?’’ I asked Riko who was cool to see the contents of her phone to Nanda.

“Do you already know?’’ The answer.

“Sure!’’

He seemed to be ready to answer. “That's since Hana and I went looking for Andi at your house!” Riko was silent for a moment sighing, “because we didn't find it there. Then Hana told me to go look at her apartment, Hana felt like something had happened to Andi. Sure enough, after I get there. I saw him lying in the blood. The condition you saw in the hospital earlier, it was nothing.” Riko closed in with a voice so upset.

“Hana, why doesn't he go there?’’

“Entaihah, said he wanted to talk to Nayla.”

“What are they talking about?’’

“I haven't had time to ask.” Answer Riko before continuing. “After that I contacted the Commander. And tell me about Andi. He ordered me not to tell you about it!”

“Why?’’

“Entahlah... I asked Hana that. He thinks you're suspected of being Jara. That's it.”

“Hah!”

“The commander said you went yesterday alone with him checking on Mr Yandri's nephew, instead of us being told to look for him today together? Plus his record has your name. Maybe because of that, it's safe now. So you don't have to think about it.” The answer seems innocent.

“Then why I was called Mr. Bisco.”

“That's why you made that broadcast.’’ Kilah Nanda made us look at him.

“What's wrong with that!” Ketus I don't accept.

“Oi, you are using public scope on behalf of the institution, still you ask why?’’

“Do you also consider me Jara?’’ I asked in a soft tone to Riko.

“Of course not! I've known you for a long time, after all, why do you care about it. Like not you.” Rebuttals.

“Alright, I asked that just to strengthen the trust between us. In order for this investigation to run smoothly, of course I do not want between us to suspect each other.”

I breathed before standing up. “Then let's go, we find Angga's hell records!’’

Riko smiled faintly hearing that. But unlike Nanda, his eyes were still impliedly full of suspicion.

The three of us rushed to go to Angga's residence. He's a student living in a modest-sized rented house. Angga rented a house with a friend. The clock now shows at 19:30 WIB. We walked down an alleyway among the house crowd, and briefly found a meatball shop. Not far from there should be the address given by the commander will be seen, sure we quickly found it.

We were weaving among the clothes that were dried in the hallway. The window was slightly open, and we could guess that someone must be inside.

I knocked on the door slowly, and before long a man opened the door. He had a thin posture and his hair was a mess. He must be Angga's friend. His face was shocked to see our arrival.

“Goodnight! Sorry to interrupt your time. We're from the police, there are a few things we want to ask. You live here with Angga. Right so?’’ I asked a little firmly.

“Ya, be-true.” Reply to the man standing holding the door leaf.

“You don't need to worry, We just want to ask permission to check his room.” I answered smiling kindly.

“Is something happening to her?’’ This man asked while looking at the two people standing behind me.

“We will let you know after we check his residence. So, can we log in?’’

“Please!” Say it politely.

We rushed in leaving him to close the door. The room is not very large, it only has two rooms. It looks like the contents of the room is just a television and some ordinary home furniture.

“Three days ago.’’

“What are you rarely with?’’ Ask Nanda. I looked at Nanda. I guess he must be as thoughtful as I am.

This man was silent for a moment as if he wanted to hide something. “You need not worry, this problem has nothing to do with what you think. Just look at our clothes!” Nanda tried to calm him down. “So you don't have to hide it.”

“Good.”

Judging from the look on this man's face, it seemed, he assumed the three of us were the Anti-Drug Agency.

“We are usually always together, but today I just came home from the village. I haven't seen him since.’’ This man replied casually.

“That's why, you never see her again?’’

“No.”

“One more question, during the trip have you ever met someone who came to you or during these three days, you ever got hurt?’’ Nanda asked with great insight.

“No. What really happened?” The answer is once again full of confusion.

“Then. Can take us to his room!” Nanda asked so politely.

We followed him to the room on our right. The room is neatly arranged.looks some books neatly arranged in the corner of the room.

Nanda was so eager to search in every corner of the room, even some space gaps were not missed. I went to the middle room even to the kitchen and bathroom. We checked for almost an hour. Nanda gave a signal from his face. There aren't.

“Hamdi? Isn't that your name?’’ I asked the man who had been standing by biting his nails next to Riko.

He's nodding. “What exactly are you looking for?’’

“Have you ever seen the sheet of paper that Angga always carries?’’

“Paper? I never saw it.”

“Are you gone. Room it's locked?’’ I pointed to the room in front of Angga's room.

“My room?’’ Ask ensures.

“Ya.”

“Did he never get in there?’’

“No!” Quickly answer.

“Oh yes? Aren't you guys close friends?’’

“Really! Privacy is privacy.” Keto.

“Then, will you allow us to check it?’’

“You mean my room?’’

“Ya.” I'm nodding. “Is there something you're hiding there?’’

“Ti-No.”

“Then. Let us check it out!’’

“On what basis did you force me!’’

“I will guarantee for you! Besides the paper sheet we want.” My eyes are looking at him sharply. “We'll forget what we found there? How?’’

“You can't force like that!” This man named Hamdi refused.

“If so, we will call someone who has the right to force-check your room!” Refuse me hard. “How?’’ I glared at him.

The man silently swallowed saliva in his mouth.