Pickup Transportation
Section 334: Proud 12
Ganding and Aditia are finally into prostitution, they dress casually because there is no need to disguise themselves into anything, they just need to be men.
This place is an area that is often used as a settlement of workers***commercial, they are indeed allocated in this house by the government, the government, this means that they can be empowered to do more useful work and later be able to make them out of the confines of blasphemy, because it makes their bodies merchandise.
But unfortunately, it was not in accordance with the government's target, these PSKs even continue to peddle the body in the house that has been provided as a place of allocation of women's empowerment with the label butterfly tonight.
They even openly peddle the body in their own home, it is common knowledge, that their home is a place of commercial adultery made in such a way.
Targets Ganding and Hartino are women who feel their children have problems.
Ganding approached one of the women with very minimal clothing, he was smoking on a bench made of cement in front of his house.
“Bu, may ask, if here the most problematic child who?” ask Ganding without opening greetings.
“All kids here are mah troubled.”
“If the most problematic and his parents are trying to make the child good who is?”
“Whose are you?” ask the mothers in mini clothes and makeup that is very menoran.
“We are students Bu, want to do research about the character of children in a place like this.”
“Place like this, what does it mean?” The mother asked.
“Place with high level of violence and criminalistas Bu.”
“You want to research what you want ‘jajan’ anyway? don't call mom, call me mbak, if you don't want to be with me, there are younger and prettier, but more expensive, you can not?”
“We didn't mean to, Mom .. uh Mbak.” Ganding refused and did not want to be touched carelessly by mothers who want to be called this mbak.
“Ndon't have any money huh? if other items we also receive, kayak branded shoes, watches and branded clothes are also ok. Want no?” The woman tried to force.
“No need to mbak, we didn't mean to do that.” The banding pushed with force.
“Mbak, see my hand!” Aditia suddenly reached out her hand, she then made the woman to focus on her palm and finally the woman fell silent with a blank look.
“You know me, who is the kid here who likes to drink milk coffee?” Aditia turned out to be gendam to him.
“All kids here like to drink soda.” The mother replied with a blank look.
“Who are the mothers here like to give milk coffee from the shaman to his child?” Adiita asked again.
“Nothing, let alone buy coffee milk, buyin eat only rarely, the parents just do not exist.” The mother once again replied, Ganding and Aditia finally let go of the rancor and left without saying goodbye.
“Where?” Alka and Jarni are in angkot, waiting for Aditia and Ganding there.
“Where?” Alka asked.
“Agrible.” Aditia and Ganding replied in annoyance.
“Kok can? Many genies?” Alka asked again.
“Not!” Aditia laughed hysterically.
“Trus?”
“This kayak place is full of women peddling bodies, we are harassed.” Aditia answered.
“Come!” Alka suddenly invites Jarni out of the angkot.
“Where?” Aditia asked.
“Let me burn those prostitution houses!”
“After that, I will make that woman kapok harass you!” Jarni added.
“Quiet-quiet, don't be rash, it's not a big deal. We can still take care of ourselves.” Ganding calms Jarni and Aditia calms Alka.
“Yuk we go to the next place aja yes, Alka enter again and accompany me on the bench beside the steering wheel yes.” Aditia pulled Alka's hand and she obeyed.
Their destination is the last victim, a boy named ... Goody.
“Someone opens the door from inside.”
“Who to look for?” Without answering the greeting the person opened the door, he seemed to be quite an adult, his age was probably in his early twenties.
“There is a father and mother Good?” Aditia asked, the man opened the door wider and let Alka and Aditia in.
He then called his parents. A much older man came out, his age may be in his early forties, but his face looked much older than his age, Aditia saw a black shadow so dark around him.
“This is who?” The man asked, Aditia and Alka guessed, this man is the father of Bagus.
“Look sir, we are from the police, intel sir. We are investigating the practice of black magic shamans who have the potential to kill patients who come to him and the name of your wife one of the patients who came to the shaman. That's why we came here.” Aditia makes free.
“Then, show your identity.” Nice dad's a smart guy, but the herd's a lot more slippery.
“This Sir.” Aditia showed him the linen and then put it again in the waist bag she was carrying, because it was a fake badge.
“Good, so it's true my wife did to a shaman huh?” His father Good is starting to open.
“Ya, based on the data we found in the field it is like that.”
“It is true that milk coffee is what makes my child ...” The man was crying, he was crying like a child.
“How is Good at the moment Sir? has he ...”
“Not yet, currently Good is still not awake, he is still in hospital for the past few years.”
“In the meantime, he means, Good hasn't died yet?” Aditia asked impolitely.
“What do you mean! my son is not dead yet, he is in a coma.”
“But ...” Aditia fell silent, she could not possibly tell about her father's account that said 30 children were victims, but there was no evidence that Bagus was still alive and in a coma.
“My son is in a coma, about the shaman I heard from a man named Mulyana, he came and just like you, claimed to be intel, he then visited Good and regularly visited him, one message, one message, and the other, if Good had to stay in that hospital, in that room and not be moved no matter what, Mulyana promised me that Good would wake up, but she needed time.
I somehow believed it, but after all these years, he didn't come again, I still listened to him, not to get my son out of that hospital room.”
“Father Mulyana said so?” Alka asked.
“Yes, do you know?”
“Yes, he's our superior, but Sir, Mr. Mulyana is gone.” Alka who continues the question, because Aditia looks surprised, it turns out her father did not have time to solve this case because of illness.
“Oh so, deserve you guys come here, do you guys want to see my son in hospital?”
“Ya, if allowed.” Alka says.
“Alright, let me drop off, there is my wife who never came home, she lives there looking after Good. You can also ask my wife about the shaman, he who came to the shaman to take materials that he said could make a child so obedient and proud.”
“Alright, let's go there.”
Then Aditia, Alka took an angkot, while her father Bagus used a motorcycle with his son, her brother Bagus.
Not long after they arrived at the hospital.
“This is our company partner hospital, it deserves Good to be there for many years, you must have protected Bagus with all his strength so as not to be taken by that jerk shaman.” The banding swore as soon as they reached the hospital.
Then everyone walked towards the nice room.
“Dit, special occult fence got father.” Ganding pointed at the supernatural fence, Jarni and Alka followed behind while his father Bagus had entered.
“Iya Nding, dad made the supernatural fence very tight, strong enough, we can enter because we are identified as a relation. If other jinn or people with other supernatural knowledge, must have been bounced since at the gate earlier. Father indeed there is no match for making a supernatural fence.” Aditia praised her father.
“Ya, she's best.”
Everyone went in and saw a very thin child, he was in a coma, had been for a few years, asleep like that.
“Mother, this is the intel of Mr. Mulyana's men who helped us get into this hospital, and then guaranteed us to stay here as long as Bagus was in a coma, they'll help us find the shaman, maybe he's got the antidote for our son.” His father said and it upset the herd, for it was not the shaman who gave the antidote, he had only poison, but it certainly had no antidote, typical of black magic shamans.
“Bu, can we talk about Good?” Sanding sat down, the four of them finally sat on the potluck bench with the Good family who spent more time in this hospital.