Murder In The Old Castle
171. Fake Identity

Reno still could not believe the name listed in the record of Mr. Andika, the owner of the car rental. He also took a photocopy of the attached ID card. Really, he doesn't understand all this. Many times he read, but the name still looks strange to him.

“Mr didn't write wrong? Or maybe this is a copy of the wrong ID card?” ask Reno to Mr. Andika.

“I don't think we wrote wrongly, because I happened to accept the girl myself. At that time, my employees were sick, so I was the one who had to replace them. I really remember, the girl gave this ID, but indeed I felt a little strange ...”

Mr. Andika frowned, trying to remember something. Reno was more enthusiastic to hear the narration of the car rental owner.

“What's weird and awkward sir?” ask Reno.

“Photo on ID card and the face of the girl who borrowed the car is a little different. Her hair is different too. But I think maybe because the influence of the quality of the photocopy is not good, making the original face and face in KTP slightly different,” explained Mr. Andika.

“So what kind of girl do you see?” urge Reno

“She's pretty, kind of tall, wears sunglasses, and is kind of agitated. Unfortunately I only realized after he left, and I was not so dizzy, because the girl had paid cash rent a car for a month, so I am calm, I am calm, I kept the ID card. What a beautiful girl like that would cheat? So thought I was that time.” Mr. Andika explained.

“Bapak knows no! Obviously the ID card that the girl was holding was fake. The girl's name is also fake. He deliberately used a fake identity to borrow this car. And you also need to know that this car is used for a number of crimes. Therefore, maybe this car was deliberately dropped into the ravine to disappear the trail, because there are no passengers in it,” said Reno.

“Gosh! Well, I'm sorry sir, I don't know if the car was used for a crime. We just lent him the car, and of course we thought positively, without suspecting anything. If it turns out that the car was used for a crime, it's completely out of our responsibility."

Mr. Andika explained with a little nervous, because he did not want to be blamed for crimes that might be committed by others, in his name.

“Quiet, Sir. I also do not accuse you of committing no crime. We only inform you that your car is used by others for crimes, and the severity of the person using a fake identity,”, Reno said.

“Im sorry, Sir. Next time we will be more careful. This will be a valuable lesson for us,” said Mr. Andika.

Reno nodded. He is still inexhaustible with the name written in the data book Pak Andika.

“Bapak also need to know, that the fake name used by the car borrower Mr. is actually the person who has died ... “ said Reno.

“Ma-I mean Mr?” Mr. Andika is getting nervous.

“In this KTP clearly written the name Jenny Veronica. You don't watch television, do you? Jenny Veronica died earlier this year after being murdered and drowned in a lake. How could he borrow a car? This is also a copy of Jenny's long-standing ID card. It is clear that the car borrower deliberately used the identity of Jenny, a dead person, so that she is not easily untraceable!”

“Gosh! This is so horrible, sir. How could I be that stupid? But trust me, sir. I am not involved in all of this,” said Mr. Andika with a little trembling.

“Yes, yes .. I know it wasn't the wrong Father. I'm going to work harder, who exactly is this girl pretending to be Jenny. Can you remember more details, how did the girl look?” ask Reno.

“Yes, besides being tall and beautiful, she has long straight reddish hair as painted and ... what is it? I guess I forgot it too. I don't usually remember the faces of my consumers, except for having special characteristics. That girl looks mediocre, sir. I do not suspect him at all,” said Mr. Andika.

“Good Sir. Your information is valuable. We will try to illustrate with a sketch, according to the description that you describe. Maybe later you can complete by informing us about skin color, approximate height, eye shape and others. We need this data to make it easier to get the identity of who exactly the woman who disguised herself as Jenny is,” Reno said.

“Siap, Sir! We are ready to help anything. If there are things that need to be asked you can directly come here or via phone. I'll be ready 24 hours help Mr!” said Mr. Andika.

“Thank you for the cooperation. Later we will contact you if there are other things we need!”

The conversation is over. Reno said goodbye to Mr. Andika.

When entering the car, he still did not understand how the ID card Jenny could be used by someone to borrow a car. He immediately suspected that all this was planned, and he had a strong opinion, that the girl who borrowed the car had something to do with the murder case he faced.

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While others play chess in the living room, Adinda and Rasty, and accompanied by Rudi, take a walk to the side veranda planted with ornamental plants. Bu Mariyati has a pretty good aesthetic taste. He arranged the flower pots beautifully, placing small ornamental plants in the front row, while wide-leafed plants lined up behind him.

Near the ornamental plants, there is a garden chair made of iron that seems to have existed since the Dutch era. The paint barely sticks, peeling here and there. The bench was occupied by Adinda and Rasty, while Rudi sat on a boulder not far from where they were.

“Sometimes I'm afraid to be in this place. Very creepy ... “ muttered Adinda while playing the hibiscus in her hand.

“This place is an old building, yes there is definitely a waiter. I think as long as we don't bother them, they don't bother us. Don't worry!” Rasty tried to calm down.

“What did you experience? Story dong!” said Rasty.

Rudi who had just sat down apparently was also enthusiastic to hear the words of Adinda. Although he does not like supernatural things, but still he likes to hear stories related to ghosts.

“Not tell me! Ntar on fear again!” ban Rudi.

“You're the only one who's scared, Rud!” cibir Adinda's.

“Eh, no yes! I was a child often invited by my grandfather to explore the grave mediocre. Yes I believe the ghost exists, but we do not disturb it is okay,” said Rudi.

“Ah, ah already! I stopped talking about ghosts! You already know not yet that our activities during this house will have a schedule. So you're so willing to say that there's a schedule. Similar in the dormitory,” said Adinda.

“Who said?” ask Rasty curiously.

“Pak Dimas said. I had a conversation with Lena this morning, because Lena is really saturated here. And I'm also starting to get scared here, so I'm asking Mr. Dimas if there's a solution to this. Mr. Dimas said anyway later they will provide a means of entertainment and will schedule our activities, so it is clear what we want to do, do not have to be confused about what to do,” explained Adinda.

“It's good anyway. I concur. At least we are not confused about what to do in this house. Like right now, we're sitting here to deal with boredom. Others are good at playing chess. We who do not understand so it feels wasted,” complained Rasty.

As they were chatting, suddenly Bu Mariyati approached with an anxious face. He looked around like he was looking for something missing. Of course, it makes young people curious.

“Agung? Agung?” said Ms. Mariyati.

“Let's what, Bu?” ask Adinda.

“Cats Non. The white color. Usually, this hour has returned home because of the time to eat. But this is not visible yet. Even if you play not far away. Maybe Non know?” ask Bu Mariyati while continuing to look for the cat in question up to the under-court flower pot rack.

“Cat? Does Ma Mar have a cat? How did I never know that Miss Mar had a cat?” ask Rasty.

He felt a bit amused, because Bu Mariyati named her cat 'Agung'.

“There Non. I have three cats. The two have returned. But this one hasn't. The color is white. Usually the game is not far away. But this, why hasn't it come back yet? Well where are ya? Glorious! Agung'”

Ms. Mariyati, the middle-aged woman continued to search to the front page, while the young people also became confused, but did not know what to help. Judging from the look of Bu Mariyati who was anxious like that, he must have loved his cat very much. It was natural, considering that Bu Mariyati only lived alone with her husband in this remote house. The cat must be very powerful to repel the loneliness that struck.

“Hopefully meet the cat soon yes, Mom!” Rudi responded.

“You like cats, Rud?” ask Adinda.

“Not too much anyway. Ordinary aja. Never had a cat, but I wanted to. I think it's cute on his face. Mother used to not get it. When I play, I bring the neighbor's cat home, uh, even scolded. Yes already, failed to have a cat,” Rudi's story while laughing.

“I'm allergic to cats anyway. So if you get a cat's fur on it, just sneeze. I actually like it, but yes it is. If you get a cat's fur on it, it's not strong. So I tend to stay away if there are cats,” added Rasty.

“If you get his fur Mas Rudi allergy also not?” ledek Adinda's.

“Dih, what the hell!”

Rasty's face turned red blushing. Actually he felt embarrassed, but also pleased with the joke of Adinda. He glanced at Rudi, to find out how he responded to Adinda's joke. From the corner of the eye, Rasty saw Rudi as if he did not hear the joke. He was just cold, as if something was being thought of. Even his face tends to be riled up.

A moment later, he stood up to the two girls who were joking.

“We are here locked up and threatened with death, but you can still joke about such trivial things. You better be alert, and don't let you be the next victim!” said Rudi firmly.

He passed from before the two girls. Rasty and Adinda are stuck. Rudi is right, death can lurk at any time. The atmosphere becomes uncomfortable. They agreed to return to the room immediately, given the late night. Cold air bites the skin, the atmosphere becomes quieter.

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