Pickup Transportation
Section 217: Mystery of Bridge 4
Hartino and Lais have been watching Syahrul's indecos, but nothing suspicious, it's Saturday, his wife didn't even come out or be picked up by the man Hartino believed to be the killer.
Hartino and Alisha fall asleep at night. As they fell asleep his wife turned out, he came out in much better clothes, clothes that were more tidy than when he was working the morning.
Fortunately Lais was still a little aware so he saw the departure of his wife Syahrul.
“Har wake! he went tuh, very neat, this is even though Sunday night.” Lais woke Har.
“What I said, can't believe you!” Hartino drove their car to follow the transportation that was boarded by Syahrul's wife somewhere.
Not until half an hour, they arrived at a shophouse, what shophouse, but so many people who came to the shophouse where Syahrul's wife entered there.
“This must be some kind of cheap discotheque, look at the frame guarded by thugs and the lights are dimly lit without a sign. Must be a discotheque without permission, maybe even miras sold without permission.” Hartino came to a conclusion.
“But, for a moment Har, don't jump to conclusions too prematurely, she could not be the woman we both thought of.”
“The only way to know that, we have to go in there.”
“Duh lazy once get into such a place, so many cheap discotheques brash people.” Lais complained.
“Indeed you used to a fancy club? You speak so arrogantly.”
“Bu-not so Har, I've never been to such a place, either cheap or expensive, I just don't like it with the inside, because if anyone touches me, I must have hit.”
“Yes, I'm more afraid that the residents inside are even battered by you.” Hartino mocked again, he is stupid, likes to tease people.
“Yaudah yuk.” Lais was about to get out, but Hartino held him back, Hartino took off the jacket he was wearing and gave it to Lais.
“Lah why? my clothes are normal.” T-shirt tops, torn jeans and sneakers are Lais' flagship outfit, according to him it is not open at all. So why should it be covered by Hartino's jacket.
“Indeed it doesn't open, just so you're safe, so when you have naughty hands, your body is better protected by my jacket.” Hartino insisted, he asked Lais to wear it.
They both got out of the car. When going in was blocked by thugs, it turned out to have to pay the entrance fee at the love that was right after the entrance.
Hartino paid the entrance fee, it turned out to be very cheap, compared to the club they like to go to, Alisha used to love to invite Hartino to go to a subscription club, the club does not wear the usual entrance but instead the annual member fee and Alisha is a VVIP member. That's why when Hartino asked if he likes to go to a fancy club, Alisha disguised as Lais was quite nervous.
After paying, Hartino used this moment to ask one of the maids. He asked if Syahrul's wife worked here, the publisher didn't know, because Hartino didn't show her picture, he just spoke her name.
“Unreliable!” Hartino was upset that he got nothing from the floater.
“We split yes, who knows we can find the woman if separated so that the search area is wider.” Lais gave a pretty effective suggestion.
“Good.” Although it is a bit heavy Hartino agrees, because he is actually afraid Lais wretched.
Lais then went around, they separated directions.
He continued to search while looking right and left, some naughty hands were trying to grab his body but Lais kicked him not too hard, but the effect of the kick made the lewd man fall down and did not have time to make indecent movements again on Lais.
After a while, Lais finally stopped the search because she needed to go to the toilet, when she opened the toilet door she saw so many genies who were there, she was not afraid, she said, but as soon as Lais noticed them, they hurriedly surrounded her. There are those who approach with their feet dragged, then there are those who approach quickly but in a way that is khayang, there are also those who do not have faces.
Lais retreated, she looked around, there were still many people, but if she kept quiet and did not tell who she was, these jinn would attack her.
“Stop you guys!” Lais shouted, some of the women who were washing their hands in the sink looked towards Lais.
“Sorry, these are my friends.” Lais pointed at her phone that was in the ear, she pretended as if she was talking on a mobile phone. Then Lais opened one of the bathroom cubicles, the door was open and she saw a woman with long hair stray down to the floor.
“Out of you, I don't want to fight.” Lais drives away the woman who is often called the kunti.
The kunti came out without any pride by drifting.
When he finished, he came out, there was only one person left washing his hands in the sink.
Not long after, someone else came in, apparently a friend of the woman who was washing her hands. The two of them then chatted, Lais was about to wash her hands in the sink beside the two of them.
“Eh you know not, she said her husband tuh girl became a demon, the bridge became haunted because her husband is round.” The woman who had washed her hands said, apparently they were talking about Shahrul. Lais felt this was the information she was looking for.
“Ih really serem, where do we go home like it through it.” Saying another woman.
“We passed by jembatna one more how?”
“More dong.”
“From meeting demons? Poor wife, during her husband's debt life, drinker, gambling, the truck was not able to pay even round, making people live even suffer.”
“Salah she, we've been thinking before her husband was round, she divorced, so if there is a debt, she does not gig, but she who does not want a divorce, is she a fool her name.”
“Hmm, sorry, want to ask, if his wife Syahrul works here huh?” Lais interrupted the conversation of these two gossiping women.
“Eh, who are you?” The woman was shocked because it turned out that someone had heard them gossip.
“I Lais, I am a reporter, I want to interview his wife Syahrul for my writing, I happen to be a reporter of horror stories.”
“Loh meet in indekos only, not here. This is work.” The woman refused.
“Iya want it, but I heard you guys earlier, so who knows you guys, the question is not yes, yasudah, then I first.” The technique of obtaining information is, to make your informant feel worthless, then he will use all means to make himself valuable.
“Eh we are his friend he, he does not work here, he works in the basement, the bottom floor, he is a call center 24 hours pinjol, he works only three shifts, he works, night shift until morning, because morning until evening she works elsewhere, she is still, work up to double job to pay her husband's debt.
“Ok then thank you, because you guys helped me, this is just drinking money.” Lais gave enough money to them, earning money for free just the informational capital alone made the two women excited.
Lais was looking for Hartino he wanted to tell him what he heard just now.
Hartino is still busy looking for his wife Syahrul. Lais called him and they met again.
“You've found it?” ask Hartino.
“Ya and no.”
“Kok is?”
“I know where he is, but not necessarily we can find him. She doesn't work at this disco, she works under, she's a pinjol call center, so she's not the cheap woman we thought she was. I got the information from the woman I met in the bathroom.
Then it turns out Syahrul had a debt because in addition to alcohol he likes gambling too. We must slowly ask the woman, because now she must be in a state of great hatred for her husband, she double job because she has to pay her husband's debt.”
Hartino fell silent, knowing that his theory was not in the case. His wife who had insulted her husband, apparently still continued to pay her husband's debt, so that her husband could calm down. It could be that the spirit of Syahrul can not ‘home’ because he is still a lot of debt.”
“Then, it still does not remove the possibility of Syahrul being killed.”
“Har, we focus on what's close, we have to talk carefully with the woman, I'll offer her to help pay her husband's debts, maybe that way he'll be more honest with us.”
Hartino nodded, they both went down where Syahrul's wife worked, with stairs because there was no elevator in the shophouse that was transformed into a discotheque.
While walking near his wife Syahrul's office, from a distance Hartino saw something strange.
“Lais, isn't that ..” Hartino's excited.
They then ran to get there faster, what they saw was closer to the evidence they needed.