MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 91: SHOCKED

Captain Yosi did not expect it turns out that at his adult age, Cintia still likes to play children's games.

“Cin, you like to play games like gini?” asked Captain Yosi in disbelief.

“Iya, Captain. I already like this game since Junior High,” replied Cintia lying.

Whereas earlier he randomly clicked the shortcut that appeared on the desktop to cover the display of data files of Flower Hotel visitors who were appearing on the screen.

“Don't till you get addicted to games, Cin. Later the cases you handled become displaced,” replied Captain Yosi.

“Iya, Captain,” replied Cintia short.

“Oh yes, I just got a call from my boss, he said the drug case you guys handled will be closed soon in a few days,” said Captain Yosi and of course surprised the two policemen.

“What, Captain Yosi?” herman asked in a surprised tone.

“Why, Herman? Isn't there no evidence or witness other than the one you submitted to the Expert Team yesterday?” reprimand Captain Yosi.

“Iya, Captain. But, we are trying our best,” replied Herman.

“Already, Herman! There are still many other cases that are no less important that you have to deal with besides this Drug case,” replied Captain Yosi.

“But, Captain-“ says Herman.

“Already! Don't protest too much! I want to do something first. Capek!” sahut Captain Yosi as he left them both.

“Where is this, Cin?” ask Herman.

“We have to move fast. Come on, we're packing now! We will immediately go to the hamlet of Pomegranate to investigate a woman named Larasati,” replied Cintia.

The two of them also hurriedly left for the hamlet of Pomegranate. All of their activities were abandoned in pursuit of time. They were already in the hamlet of Pomegranate to meet Mr. Saimin, one of the leaders of RT in the hamlet of Pomegranate who was well acquainted with Captain Yosi.

“Do you need what Mr Herman and Ms Cintia came to my house? Is there something very important?” asked Mr. RT after inviting the two people into his house.

“Begin, Mr. Saimin. We want to ask the identity of someone to the Father. Perhaps Mr. Saimin knew this man,” replied Herman.

“Who, Mr Herman?” ask Mr. RT.

“Is there a woman in this hamlet named Larasati?” ask Herman.

“La-larasati?” repeat Mr. RT nervous.

“Yes, Mr. Saimin. Laracati. Why is Mr Saimin panicking? Does Mr Saimin know that name?” ask Herman again.

“Which Parasati, Mr Herman? Maybe there's a full address?” ask Mr. RT nervously.

“This is his full name and address, sir,” replied Cintia while showing a photo of the name and address he photographed from a computer monitor.

“Yes, Ms. Cintia. I know that guy. But, what's with that person?” ask Mr. RT more nervous when talking about Laras.

“No, Mr. Saimin. I just want to make sure that the person is really a resident of this Pomegranate hamlet. If yes, please take us both to the house of the woman named Larasati!” answer Herman.

“Begin, Mr. Herman .. Bu Cintia .. The person you two were referring to died seven days ago. Today is the seventh day of tahlilan at his family home,” replied Mr. RT stammeringly.

“Innallahi wainna ilaihi rojiuuun .. he died of what, sir?” ask Herman.

“Because of illness, Mr. Herman. So, he used to live here with his mother who became ART at the home of one of the residents of Pomegranate hamlet. But, a few years ago, the woman went from this hamlet to the city. A month ago he came with a baby who he said was his son with a husband who had left him. Well, he came home sick that time. His son was taken care of by the man who became his mother's master first. However, seven days ago Larasati died,” replied Mr. RT in a very careful tone as if he felt afraid to tell the genealogy of Laras to the two police.

Herman and Cintia were stunned when they heard the confession from Mr. RT. They really did not expect that the person they were looking for at that time was already in a state of death.

“If with Mr Dimas, what is the relationship of Miss Larasati?” asked Cintia to vent.

“Pak Dimas???? Nothing, Mom. These larasati rarely get along with the people here. Especially with Mr. Dimas. Mr. Dimas is the person. There is no way he hangs out with women who are rumored to be less good like this Baras,” replied Mr. RT.

“Loh, Miss Larasati is what a bad woman, sir?” ask Herman.

“Yes I don't know, sir. But people say it is so. She said that while in town she worked as a comfort woman. Oops!” Mr. RT hurriedly closed his mouth.

“Why, Sir?” ask Cintia.

“Nothing, Mom. I'm just afraid to talk about that person,” replied Mr. RT.

“Why, Sir? There's nobody here? And the man is also dead,” replied Cintia.

“But, the crowd said that he became a ghost, Mom,” Java Pak RT.

Herman and Cintia looked at each other at that moment. In their minds, the two of them were thinking about various possibilities about the woman named Larasati.

“It looks like this Miss Larasati is disliked by the residents here, huh? The proof is Mr. Dimas who clearly died from overdosing, not much discussed by people,” said Cintia.

“Pak Dimas is a good person, Mom. There must be someone who is trying to harm him,” replied Mr. RT.

“Why can Mr Saimin be so sure? The personality of that person cannot be judged from the outside! Moreover, Mr. RT here is one of the respected community leaders of Pomegranate hamlet residents. Mister Saimin should be wiser in addressing this,” said Herman.”Yes, Sir. Actually I do not want to be affected by the bad talk of the citizens about Laras, but over time I really so follow-up,” replied Mr. RT.

“Think more clearly and be fairer, sir. Do not easily believe the issues that are circulating before there is real evidence,” said Herman.

“I-iya. Thank you, Mr. Herman .. Bu Cintia ..” replied Mr. RT shyly.

“Pak Saimin can you take us to the house of his mother's employer Laras?” ask Herman.

“Loh, show tahlilannya afternoon if here?” ask Herman.

“Normally not, but because there were three people who died. So, tahlilan at Mr. Herman's house was held in the afternoon,” replied Mr. RT.

“Pak Herman?” ask Herman.

“Oh yes, coincidentally the name of the person is the same as Mr. Herman,” replied Mr. RT.

“Basic market name!” ledek Cintia's.

“Damn, You, Cin. Yeah, we're hitchhiking prayers here, huh? After that we leave for Mr. Herman's house after Asar prayer,” said Herman.

“He he he .. funny too. Mr. Herman wants to go to Mr. Herman's house as well, said Mr. RT.

Cintia laughed so hard at the opinion of Mr. RT who cornered his coworker.

After Azan reverberated, the three of them also prayed Asar alternately at the house of Mr. RT. After performing the Ashar prayer they immediately went to the house of Mr. Herman. Ms. Dewi and Mr. Herman who were waiting for guests who came to their house were surprised by the presence of the two policemen. However, they did not talk about anything else while the event was still going on. Towards the magrib, then the event was completed at the house of Bu Dewi and all residents one by one returned to their respective homes including Jamila, Minul, Pak Salihun, and Pak Ratno. Only Herman and Cintia remained in the house of Miss Dewi.

“Sorry for the arrival of the two of us who may disturb the comfort of Father and Mother,” greeting Herman.

Miss Dewi had a smile when she saw her husband's name printed on the pocket of the police uniform.

“You're laughing, Dik. No manners know!” reprimand Mr. Herman.

“It, Mas. The name of this Police Officer is the same as the name of Mas,” replied Bu Dewi with a smile back.

It was Cintia and Herman's turn to smile at this moment.

“Yes, Mr. Saimin also said so to me. Maybe our parents used to be inspired just as fitting to make a name for us. My son is handsome, I give you the name ‘Herman’ deh!” said Herman with a pretentious expression.

“Well, totally agree me, sir!” sahut Mr. Herman.

“This ge-er Mas!” sahut Bu Dewi's.

The four of them had a pretty warm conversation.

“Oh yes, actually Father and Mother here need what, yes? We are curious,” asked Mr. Herman.

Herman and Cintia looked at each other and then Herman answered.

“Pak, is it true that this Father and Mother are the Larasati family?” ask Herman.

“Larasati?” Mr. Herman and Ms. Dewi said simultaneously.

“Iya. This is the data of a woman named Larasati that we mean,”, said Cintia while thrusting her mobile phone featuring a photo of the name and full address of the woman named Larasati.

Mr. Herman and Ms. Dewi watched carefully the writing on Polwan's Mobile screen in front of him.

“I-i-iya, Sir. This is our child numbers data. And our adopted son died seven days ago. The event that Father and Mother participated just now is the event of our foster children, replied Miss Dewi with stammering and full of emotional.

“Why data Barrel can be in the hands of Mr?” ask Mr. Herman.

“Begini, Father. We are both investigating a case. In the midst of handling the case we found the identity of Miss Larasati,” replied Herman.

“What case, Sir? Laras died seven days ago. For a month he lived here. We make sure he doesn't go anywhere because a is seriously ill. There is no way he is involved with any case,” protested Mr. Herman.

“Sorry, Sir.We are not here to justify that Miss Larasati was involved in the case. We came here to ask for help from Father and Mother maybe before dying, miss Larasati once said something or had an item that could have helped us to uncover the case we are dealing with now,” Herman replied in a friendly tone.

“What case are you handling?” ask Mr. Herman.

“Please excuse me, Father. For now we have to keep this case a secret against anyone. What is clear is that with the revelation of this case, all those who are harmed can get their justice rights. And the criminal can be punished severely,” replied Herman.

Mr. Herman took a deep breath. While the Goddess Mother looked down. The woman was reminded of a diary written by Laras. He believes the case intended by the two police is a drug crime case involving Mr. Dimas and Mr. Ade in it. And also the case of harassment against Laras. It was very interesting that he told the police that he was holding a diary written by Laras. However, Miss Dewi realized that the diary was not strong enough to throw Mr. Ade into prison. The negative impact will only people-oran will know that Laras is indeed a ghost and disturbing the comfort of the residents of Pomegranate hamlet.

“Please excuse me, Sir. Before Laras died, he didn't tell us anything. And also no suspicious items Laras,” replied Bu Dewi firmly and her voice was raucous at that time.

“Are you sure you have checked all the relics of Miss Laras?” ask Cintia.

“Already, Mom. Laras' relics are not much, ma'am. And nothing special. Just clothes,” replied Bu Dewi firmly.

“So yeah, Mom? Hm ... if you may know, do you know where Miss Larasati settled while leaving this house a few years ago?” ask Cintia again.

Mr. Herman was surprised to get such a question.

“We do not know,” replied Bu Dewi firmly.

At that moment Mr. Herman suddenly thought of something, but he could not say it to the two policemen.

Herman and Cintia were not getting any information at the time. Then Azan Magrib reverberated.

“We excuse us first, Mr. .. Bu. We leave our personal number maybe tomorrow or later Father or Mother remembered something. We really ask for help to Mr and Mother,” said Herman as he rose from his seat.

They both paid from Mr. Herman's house to the mosque to perform Magrib prayers before returning to the office.

SERIATE

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