MY MOTHER'S BODY IS BEHIND THE HOUSE
Whose ring is it?
Author: Adeviaaa14
Part-5
During the day, just behind someone's spacious yard, two small children were playing on a swing.
"Nindia, we're playing hide-and-seek, yuk!" Take the 13-year-old boy.
"Relope. But Aryan's brother is guarding, yes!" Answer the 5th grade SD girl cheerfully.
"Yes .. We start, yes. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ...." Said the boy, counting and closing his eyes with both palms, at the end of the wall of the house.
"Aguh ... where do I find it? In that big tree."
The girl hid behind the big banyan tree.
"8, 9, 10 ..."
"Nindia where is it ....?"
"Nindia ....?"
"Nindia, where are you?"
The boy was looking for the whereabouts of the girl. Instantly the boy's eyes accidentally saw the tip of the girl's shirt, behind a large banyan tree.
With careful steps, and a sumringah face. The boy quietly approached the big tree.
"Duwaarrr .. meet ...."
The girl was shocked, with her lips washed away.
"Now, it's my turn to hide." The boy alternated.
When the girl was about to step to the end of the wall, with small running steps, her legs suddenly tripped, and ... Bruinskkk ....
"Aduuhhh ...."
The girl also fell with a hand that held her body, accidentally the hand was scratched by a shard.
"Nrussia ...." Shouted the boy.
"Huuhuhu, sister Aryan ...." The crying of the woman.
"Aren't you papa?" Ask the boy in a panic, and check on the girl.
Fresh blood flowed from his palms, with quite long scratches, and quite deep wounds.
"Huuhuhu .. sick brother ...." Said the girl, crying by holding her right wrist, and there were some shards of shard in her wound.
"Nrank ...." Shouts from the 15-year-old boy from the back door of his house, then ran up to the girl who was still struggling on the ground.
"Sister Nando ...." Said the girl, looks weak body, then unconscious.
"Nindian ...." My yelling. I opened my eyes. Turns out I was just a dream. Why did you have to dream that again?
I just realized, my body was soaked in sweat. I looked at the clock, it was eight in the morning. I rushed straight to the bathroom.
***
I was home this morning and had no intention of returning to work. Let it be, there's Ardi replacing me in the office. Yeah, as long as I don't get into the office, Ardi will take my place.
Ardi is the youngest son of Budhe and my uncle, you could say he is my right hand. He's been working for three years in my office as chief of administration. I put him there because he graduated in accounting and management, and has many achievements, so I don't doubt him anymore. Although his attitude is often annoying, but I already consider him as my sister.
I went down the stairs, because my room was on the second floor.
"Den, the breakfast's on the table for Auntie." Said Bi Ani.
"Thank you, but I don't want breakfast yet. For aunty, Auntie hasn't had breakfast, has she?" I asked to confirm Bi Ani.
"Not Den. But Den ... Aunty, just later."
"Nothing Bi, breakfast for Bi Ani only. Make me coffee as usual Bi, and pastries too, put it on the backyard table huh, Bi." I told Bi Ani.
Usually in the morning, my mother always screams.
"Aryan, breakfast first ...."
"Aryan, at his breakfast, if you don't eat here."
"Aryan, the coffee's on the table ..."
I used to feel a little uncomfortable if Mom used to scream, but now I miss her screams. Now, only the void is left in this house.
This morning, I wanted to relax in the last place I found my mother. I set foot into my backyard. Usually Mother who always relax here, accompanied by the newspaper or magazine with matcha flavored tea her favorite drink.
Now, it's two weeks after my mother's departure. It still feels so painful in my heart. However, I tried to recant my mother's departure. However, I have not been able to forgive the person who deliberately killed my mother.
I rushed to the police station to find out what information I had.
Upon arrival at the police station, I was immediately let into the investigation room.
"Good day, Mr. Aryan, please sit down, sir!" Tell the Police Officer.
I also sat in the chair provided.
"So this is Mr. Aryan, after last Sunday we investigated Bu Lestari and Mbak Aisyah. It's true, they both came to Mr. Aryan's house to see Ms. Rita, but they weren't the last people to see your mother." Police said they handed over the results of the fingerprints. "And this is for his fingerprints, sir. Of these, Bu Lestari and Mbak Aisyah, are not related in this case, because of both negative results, there is nothing matching the fingerprints on the victim's neck." Said Mr. Police.
"After collecting some evidence. Most likely, there are others who came after the departure of Bu Lestari and Mbak Aisyah. Because from the description of Bu Ani, the maid of Mr. Aryan, he was also the victim because he was beaten from behind by the perpetrator wearing a dining table chair, and after checking the chair, there's the same fingerprints on the victim's neck." I stared when I heard a lengthy statement from the Police Officer. If they are both innocent. So, who is the real culprit? Then the culprit's still hanging around.
"Who did it then, sir, if not them?" I asked full of curiosity.
"Is it possible, Mr. Aryan or Bu Rita has an enemy of a woman?"
I thought for a moment, I or my mother had no enemies or problems with other women.
"No, Sir." I answered with confidence, because my mother and I did not have any enemies or problems as the police said.
"Because the evidence in the form of a piece of cloth that Mr. Aryan gave us, it belongs to a woman, sir. If Mr. Aryan or Bu Rita has no enemies or problems with a woman, it is most likely the culprit is the person closest to Mr. Aryan or Bu Rita."
"Dent ...."
I was shocked when Bi Ani called me.
"Den Aryan ... daydreaming again?"
"Eh-iya Bi. Why?"
"It's den, coffee and pastries." Say Bi Ani, then put a cup of coffee and some pastries on the table.
"Yes Bi, thank you."
I sipped on that cup of coffee, typing some messages. Although I did not go into the office, but I always monitor the state of my office. Fortunately, Ardi I can always count on.
When I wanted to eat the cake, my phone rang indicating that a phone was coming in. My forehead shriveled instantly as I saw the name that called me. Melinda's?
I'll answer him on the phone, I'll ask him where he's been for two weeks.
["Assalamualaikum, Melinda?"]
Silence ... There was no response from the phone.
["Hallo, Melinda?"]
["Mass ..."] I heard a soft sound, the answer from there.
["Melinda, honey .. Where are you now?"] I panic.
["Sorry, Mas ..."]
["Sorry for what Melinda is? Where are you going, Seja? No news for two weeks? He called you many times, but none of you answered the phone from Mas. Even Mas went back and forth to your house, but you and your father are still not home. You're okay, aren't you, baby?"] I asked at length with anxiety, hoping that the people there immediately answered all my questions.
["I'm .. I'm fine, Mas. Sorry, I didn't get to call you. Because my father had an accident, and was immediately rushed to the hospital and had to be operated on. And now I've come home, but to ask for help on loan money from the neighbors, because my father's operating costs are less."] Clearly, there was a sobbing sound from there. Makes me understand now why she's been missing for two weeks.
"[Why didn't you tell Mas, from the beginning Melinda? If your dad's in the hospital?]" Asking me worried.
"[I don't want to trouble you ..]"
"[Please, don't ever say that. Mas will help you pay for all your father's operating expenses. Because Mas does not want to feel the loss of the nearest person again ..]" I'm shriveled
"[Thank you very much, Mom. But ... I'm sorry. I just heard from a neighbor about your mother. I-I didn't come to your house that time.]" Heard, the sobbing is becoming.
"[It's okay, baby. Where are you now? I'll pick you up.]"
"[I'm home, Mas.]"
"[Yes, I'll close the phone first. They'll be there soon. Assalamualaikum.]"
"[Yes Mas. Waalaikalight.]"
After hanging up the phone from Melinda, I rushed to pick her up. However, my steps came to a halt in front of the backyard door of the house, when my two neutrals accidentally saw a sparkling object, from a pile of fallen leaves from a rose stalk.
My forehead shriveled, then approached the thing. Looks like ... ring.
And sure enough, when I took the thing, the small, shiny round thing was a ring.
But wait ... I guess, I recognize this ring? The ring I gave to someone. Why is this ring here? While the owner did not come here and there was no news after a few weeks.
Seen, in the periphery of the ring is engraved the name of a person ... Melinda.
"If Mr. Aryan or Bu Rita has no enemies or problems with a woman, it is most likely the culprit of the people closest to Mr. Aryan or Bu Rita."
Instantly, the words from the Police Officer just escaped my mind.