Doppelganger: Detective Frans' Adventure
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I present this work to the warrior of truth. In your shadow I live, with the dark soul I have I will be immortal. I'm writing this great story to remember you. Goodbye, Jonas!

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“Yuliaa...”.

That's the whisper that's always heard every night. In my room, who was whispering, had no idea who was sleeping but me. When I sleep, I always turn off the lights. Only the dim light from the street that enters through the ventilation holes and window glass—walau has curtains but the curtain fabric is quite thin. Daddy's? Mammy? Risa's? There's no way they're bothering me late at night even in the early hours. My eyes really can't be closed anymore, it looks like I'll be awake until the morning like the nights before.

The same thing always bothered me, for a month over my sleep was really messed up. Every morning, something is disturbing. The whispering sounds in the room through the darkness of the room that is minimal light. My head often feels dizzy, because the hours of sleep are always less. There was something strange in the room. A stalker? Is it possible for a subtle creature to hide under the bed? Why whisper my name in such a creepy tone.

Does this house hold a mystery? Risa—adikku, choose the room on the lowest floor. Did he experience the same thing as me? I tried to calm down and sleep again. However, the sleepiness has completely disappeared. Suddenly it was morning, the sun began to shine on the earth.

At breakfast with the family, I asked Risa if she pranks me every night. Apparently Risa said that she never violated me. In the early hours, I don't think it was him. Father and mother are also unlikely to do such a foolish thing.

I went to bed again without turning on the lights. Trying to dismiss all negative thoughts that interfere. The night was getting late, second by second passing towards midnight. Sure enough, the strange voice appeared again. This time, a little unclear. I'm trying to figure it out. With forced courage, I got out of bed. Walk towards the door. Trying to reach for the switch to turn on the light. Too bad, even though I have pressed the switch many times, the light does not want to turn on. It was so dark, I tried to squint my eyes to see the clock. With the help of a little light from the outside. Finally the clock can be seen, right at 01.00 in the morning. Oh, my God, it's already at this hour and I haven't slept. Do I have to stay awake again until the sun comes up?

I headed to the bed in shaky steps. Dropped into the mattress and yawned while leaning on a pillow that I stacked high. Uncertain thoughts fill the head. Who whispers like that? What is the angel of death? No way, maybe I'm just exhausted.

“Yulia.... You're going to die.”

Suddenly a hissing sound called my name. I was immediately aghast, my roman fur standing. “Who is that? Show yourself!”

Silence, no answer. I shudder—who called just now. His voice was faint but I started to realize something. It looks like that sound is similar to my voice. Surprisingly he spoke in a hissing voice. Is my brain in trouble? Ah, I don't know, I want to be able to sleep again—return pulled the blanket and then lay down the body. Trying to get rid of all the disturbing negative thoughts. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. As I took a deep breath, suddenly a black shadow flashed from the side of the wardrobe then pierced through the wall. I was flabbergasted so surprised he subconsciously squealed so loudly.

“Who are you!? Don't bother me!”

Just like before, there was no answer at all. Maybe I really should take a break, it's just exhaustion, I thought. But something surprising happened again. The wardrobe door suddenly gaped without anyone opening. There was a black shadow in the closet facing the bed. I stared in horror and with the help of a little light from outside. Eventually the shadow could be seen. How shocked I was when I looked at the black shadow. It turned out that he was. Suddenly he darted towards me and choked my neck. I screamed and thrashed with all my might. I'm going to die, this thought is confused by horrible things. He was me, his face was so similar to mine.... Yulia-Dear Diary (Precorded)

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The workspace is always dimly lit, the scent of kasturi spread around every corner. Frans always sat by the window decorated with fake roses made by his sister. The window is Frans's only favorite place when daydreaming. The room is not too big and is on the second floor of—there is a giant bookcase full of various books and case documents that he has handled. Most philosophy books that when reading them are confused even after they have finished reading are also increasingly confused, sometimes unfinished, there are also classic novels by Jane Austen, Edgar Allan Poe, George Orwell, as well as the work of Erneset Hemingway, there are not many new books and most old documents. The rest are crime books and discuss sadism and mystery.

The atmosphere was still very early, as usual, Frans always did not answer when I called him, he just raised his hand and gave a thumbs up. Frans has always been that way since the first time I met him.  My name is Helena, her younger sister in college and both majored in law, at that time Frans was not this bad. Now that his nature is increasingly becoming, he likes to collect pebbles on the streets. Whenever he saw a small pebble that was flat, he always picked it up and put it in his pocket. Once in the room, he will put the pebbles in the south corner of the room and arrange them into a pile that is increasingly mountainous.

Frans Sina— does not like dark places, but he forced himself to use lights that are not too bright. Impressed like a perverted place with very minimal light. To be honest he had a phobia towards dark and narrow places. Nyctophobia she suffered from from childhood, she was very afraid of the dark. According to a story from her sister Frans named Frida Afanin, the brother once cried very hard when he was 8 years old until his throat was injured. When it was still 7pm, it suddenly went out of power, for fear of the dark, she cried hysterically.

Not only that, he also suffered from Claustrophobia, a fear of cramped rooms. He was once stuck in a closet while playing hide-and-seek with his friends as a child. While hiding in the closet in the grandfather's room, suddenly the grandfather locked the closet door because he was going to go to a neighboring wedding. The grandfather did not realize that in the closet there was his grandson who was hiding. When Frans tried to open the closet door, he was confused and panicked. He cried so hard as to see a ghost. His little friends gathered in his grandfather's room, then opened the closet door. Frans had fainted and drowned. Basic, Frans! Apparently he was very whiny and timid.

I sat on the blue sofa, a pile of newspapers filling the surface of the sofa. It has become a habit of Frans if he has finished reading then he will throw the newspapers in any place. I picked up a newspaper on the floor, then flipped through the pages of the newspaper while occasionally noticing Frans who was still daydreaming. I was shocked by the newspaper headlines I was holding. It turned out to be a newspaper from two months ago, when Frans disappeared from his home. The headline read, ‘Frans Detective Successfully Paralysed the Complaint ****** which Allegedly Planned to Kill President’.

I read the news carefully. Frans never told me about the case. I stepped closer to her who was daydreaming, she remained unmoved. I picked up a book thick enough from the table, I hit him in the head with it. As a result, he moved while complaining and then held his head.

Frans grimacing. “What the fuck are you? Basic bar-bar!”

“Basic daydreamer! Turns out you were kidnapped two months ago?” I stared at him half-stretchedly, the thick book I had put again on the table.

“That's.”

“Not informed me at all? In Kalimantan like a bad guy?”

“Indeed I padlocked.” Frans nodded casually.

“Sure, you are the most raspy of all the padlocks in the world!” my tone goes up.

“Sort of code?” Frans knitted both eyebrows.

“Not! That's the poem from the angel of death! Basic padlock.”

“I kingpin elite.”

It's always an unimportant debate we do, that's how we are together. Like a cat and a mouse that never get along. But when dealing with cases with—we like having its own bond, a bond that is so strong. Although sometimes we are not as thought and argue more often.

I'll force him to tell her all the stories when he's kidnapped. A pay phone or borrow a police phone can also, why doesn't he call his sister or call me. The base of the always careless rasp. Frans moved up from the window and onto the sofa. I followed while cursing and kept forcing him to tell me everything he had experienced.

“What are you going to do? It's all happened and I've done it myself" Frans sat up playing with his hair.

“At least tell me what you've been through. You're against a conspiracy ****** that's armed. If your brain explodes from being shot, what's the fate of your sister? Think of your family too, you sloppy bastard!”

“You're on care.” He answered without expression.

“Heen replied, I'm serious!”

“I'm relaxing,” Frans peeling while occasionally yawning.

“I hope you really got shot just two months ago.” My hands were clenched around my waist and still standing shrouded in annoyance in front of Frans.

“Then?”

“Mati.” I said cynically.

“I'll haunt you.” Frans made his nose dung round-shaped with thumb and forefinger, twisting for a while and then flicking the upil at me. “Dor!”

“Shoppers! So dirty, ah!” I cursed—nearless my hand floated up and slapped him.

I kept forcing him to tell a story, after various appeals, and quite exhausting efforts. Frans finally wanted to tell me what he was going through. I was surprised to hear his story, he fought alone against the conspirators***** on board. With the effort I thought it was impossible for me to do that myself. He managed to save the president from the lurking danger. Only one was ringing in my head, why did I just learn such a big news. This is more about the life of the president.

“Why didn't the president call you to the palace?” I sat on a single sofa in front of Frans and separated a small table.

“Give you an award, basis *****. Gold, badge, money or job title.”

Frans moaning. “I don't need anything like that.”

“Why isn't the news uproar? Just in the newspapers? One more thing, for what the president boarded the ship, why not use the plane, strange.”

“I asked the president not to over-react to journalists, let alone television reporters. Like him, anyway want to ride a camel also no problem.”

I'm shaking my lips. “Basic, you're this.”

Frans only lives with his sister. His parents are real, but his father died a year ago. And the mother is still healthy and in Jogja. Frans decided to go to Jakarta because Frida was accepted to Jakarta State University. To take care of the needs of the sister, Frans bought a house that is not too big, but has two floors. In the past, the father was a successful land broker. Many lands owned in India.

While seriously discussing the kidnapping that befell Frans. Suddenly the door knocked, I got off the couch and opened the door. Apparently Frida, she came with a mother who was wearing a slightly shabby shirt. Big cities like Jakarta are not all rich people, I let them in. The mother sat on the sofa facing Frans. Then Frida left the room, apparently heading to the kitchen to make a drink.

I observed the newly arrived guest, could it be that he was hit by such a complicated matter. His knees touched each other, his left hand rubbed the ring on the ring finger of the right hand. His face was confused and looked very tired. Frans threw himself onto a long sofa. You stupid ape, I think he'll take his guests well.

“Sopanlah a little,” I approached Frans then pinned his head.

“Ouch! Noisy you, Helena!”

“Pardon Frans' behavior, he does like it at will,” said I put on a shy face.

“No problem, Miss,” replied our guest in a soft voice.

Frans inserted his index finger into the nostril. He again scratched his nose with a stupid ape-like facial expression that was full. I pulled her collar so she would get up from sleeping on the couch. Finally he sat staring at the guest, I placed myself next to Frans.

“It looks like you're missing something, really?” frans said while fixing his collar.

“Iya, Sir. You're correct. Ba ... how can you know?”

“From the eye spot. You seem anxious and reluctant to make eye contact with me. Although staring, but only briefly.”

“I'm sorry, Sir. Not that I don't appreciate you. I ... I am indeed being restless.” The woman looked dull, her voice was trembling.

“Tnot to worry. You're losing what?”

“My son disappeared from home, since two months ago, I can not find him. The police also cannot give me any certainty about the whereabouts of my son.”

Frans began to be interested in the conversation, he leaned slightly. “Why not wait any longer until they find a clue about your son?”

“I think it's been too long, so I decided to meet you.”

“Just save Mom's ring, I won't ask for payment.”

“Hah!?” the lady guest glared and her mouth gaping, “Ah, right!” he pursed his lips and tried to catch his breath. Back he said, “You are really great! Again you can tell if I intend to use this ring to pay you?”

Frans laughed a moment. “Do not think, I have noticed your behavior since entering this room.”

“That's great, Sir. I really hope Master can help me to find my son.”

“Hmm .. two months ago, exactly the same as my abduction.” Frans stroking chin, “Who is your son's name? Can you explain the features?”

“His name is Eno, he's still fourth grade in elementary school. Thin-bodied with temperament is quite cheerful although sometimes looks moody, pug nose, he has curly hair. She has matured tanneries like my skin. He had a deficiency since birth, his left leg limping. She is often humiliated and bullied by her peers.”

“Where do you guys live?”

“We live in Jalan Bungur, Bungur Village, Senen District, Central Jakarta. The village is fairly slum despite being in the city center like this. I live with my husband and son. My husband has been sickly for the last two years, the more work I do. In order to survive, I had to do laundry. Debt to neighbors is also a lot.”

Frans nodded to the story that Hartanti was telling. I also watched carefully. Child loss often occurs in large cities. I understand this mother's feelings. His son is missing, no wonder if this early morning he came to visit Frans. The door of the room I did not lock, Frida came carrying a tray containing three glasses of drinking water. He put her on a small table in front of the sofa, then came out leaving us. The atmosphere was serious again, the guest continued the story.

“I'm sorry, for not introducing myself.” He looked embarrassed and his face was flushed like pomegranate. The woman rubbed her forehead and regained her breath. “A very disrespectful thing, a guest has told me at length without introducing himself.” Its effects.

“Contact. Consider it not your own home,” said Frans with his stupid face.

I stared at Frans. “Take it easy, Mom. Frans is also disrespectful. Look, as if to answer,” my chirps.

“This is not his home. Right, right?” Frans put on an annoying face by raising his right eyebrow looking at the guest.

“As far as you are!” my spoken.

“You are very familiar,” our guest said. “Alright, my name is Hartanti, I am a native Tegal person. We moved to Jakarta in 2006. My husband used to work in a big company. However, his body was stricken with disease, he was no longer able to make a living with old body conditions. That was the beginning of the hard life we lived. The money for medical treatment was over, now he could only lie in bed. More and more needs and prices of staple foods are increasing. Not to mention to finance our children's school—kini precisely he disappeared without a trace like vanished just swept by the wind.”

“How is the chronology of your child's disappearance?” Frans put on a relaxed face but looked serious.

“That morning I was in the kitchen as usual, to prepare breakfast. After that I felt sick. Unable to resist, I ran to the bathroom. I vomited and after returning to the kitchen, Eno still did not come out of the room. When it was very late, he would be late for school. I decided to look at his room, but the unexpected thing I found. My son's room was empty and collapsed. The day before, I had tidied up his room."

“Alright, I understand your problem. Your health is also starting to decline. It is better if you go to the doctor, if it does not have the cost to treat I will give you some money. Just for road fare and control fee only.” Frans reached into the pocket to take out a reddish-brown leather wallet.

Hartanti looked surprised. “No need, Sir. Thank you very much for the offer. I've been very lucky to meet you, news that blows—You are a person who is quite experienced in solving problems like this—I often hear your name often talked about by my neighbors.”

“I force. Accept.”

One of the things that I love about Frans is that his good heart, when he wants to help someone, he will force that person even if he is rejected. Not only that, he knew what he was doing. Behind all that, he saw that there was something that could help him to solve something. After arguing very hard with the guest, finally the guest will accept the money given Frans.

“Good. After this, you go to the doctor first. Later in the afternoon, at 15:30 I will come to your home.”

“Good, Sir. Thanks again very much. Look, the condition of my son's room is still like the first time I entered. There is no item that I have changed its position. Please come later afternoon, I will wait for your arrival.”

Hartanti left Frans' house. Frans then headed to the bathroom. I still noticed the guest who had just left. He walked to the highway waiting for public transport. It seems like she followed Frans' advice, to get her health checked out. The woman looked wry, she stood long enough to wait for your transport, I picked up a medium-sized wooden chair, then for about two minutes I kept looking at the guest. But as I focused on Hartanti from Frans' window, a jeep stopped in front of her. Two men wearing black hats and masks got out of the car and approached Bu Hartanti. The two men smothered him from behind and put Hartanti in the car.

She's kidnapped! What the hell does this mean? Who're they? Is this a complicated case? I don't know why Eno is missing, whether the kidnap or the kid ran away from home? Hopefully the boy doesn't have bad luck, I don't know if he might have been kidnapped by kidnappers who like to take human innards for sale on the black market. Ah, I don't want to think negatively, I better investigate first with Frans. However, more importantly, why did they also bring Eno's mother?