Re-Investigation: Because You're Young
Deal

Seven days ago, August 21, 2016.

"Why can't this case continue? Are you guys just gonna close it?" I asked in front of the five higher-ups in the police force.

"Listen, Raka! I understand you care about your clients, even without us telling you, you keep up the good work. Your job is to protect the community and find out the perpetrator who wronged the victim. You're the best cop we have in town."

"But-"

"But you still have to accept the fact that has happened."

I was surprised when he cut me off.

"The forensic team with the help of the inafist team has investigated the scene of the crime. The result of their report was to state that there, the residence of the victim named Jamila Armstrong, there was no one other than her at the time, they found no sign of Jamila Armstrong being killed. In addition, some detectives, who have served the country for 40 years, have carried out their duties properly and correctly and according to procedures. They did not find anyone entering Jamila Armstrong's residence. They've seen CCTV cameras installed around Jamila Armstrong's house and the street inside and outside the housing."

They've done their job right, I know that. They will not make any mistakes in their investigation. They must have looked at every corner of the crime scene properly so that nothing was left. But still, this feels strange to me. How could a girl named Jamila Armstrong, whom I had raised all this time, die by suicide from a mental illness? Moreover, the letter from him was .. It looked like it wasn't him. He seems to have to write it.

"We found only three pieces of evidence there; a letter written by him, a kitchen knife used to stab him in the stomach, and his fingerprints all over his house" he continued.

"You have to give up, Mr. Raka," one woman said. "Again, it's not your fault either. Why do you feel guilty about his death? Don't you always accept that someone commits suicide?"

How could I possibly accept that. He is my nephew, my brother's daughter. How could I possibly accept his death when I knew he would never do something so stupid.

I smiled cynically and lowered my head as I said that in my mind.

"Or maybe..."

A man, who had a bald head, had gained attention from them. They, including me, instantly saw him as he wanted to speak.

"You have a relationship with him?"

They fell silent and immediately set their eyes on me. The focus of attention seems to have changed quickly.

"Do you have a relationship with him?" He asked again, looking like he wanted to make sure.

"Hahaha, that's impossible" One man said, cutting off the question that was on me. "They both clearly have different names. They're both bloodless. Raka grew up in an orphanage, while the girl lived with her uncle after the death of her father. So, that's impossible."

He is Octo, one of the top five police officers in the city. He has devoted his life only to defending the right. Even if his appearance looks like a nerdy old man, always reading books and studying history, he is a great figure and has good thoughts.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Octo. What if he's her boyfriend?"

"Hahaha, are you kidding me, Miss Erina? Their ages are far away. That's not possible."

"Oh, you're right. Mr. Raka can't be a paedophile, can he? Forgive me for this strange thought, Mr. Raka. I didn't mean to drop you. I was just thinking about things that might happen. I'm sorry!"

She apologized to me for what she said earlier, I am her lover.

She is Miss Erina. He was two years younger than me, but thanks to his father's reputation and his work performance, he managed to reach the highest point in this police force. Thanks to the connections her father had, she had proven that a young woman could be there. Even so, I hate him so much. He always made the impossible possible. He had a much higher mind, even almost reaching the point where the thinking of human logic did not work, even already like a child who was good at wild imagination.

"What do you think, Mr Raka? You're not a paedophile, are you?"

Someone confirmed that again after Miss Erina apologized to me. The bald man named Ibuki confirmed the question again. I think he's too ambitious on that question, I'm a paedophile.

"Oh, stop that! You guys are too worried about her relationship with that girl. After all, we can see the surnames they have are different. Their age is far away. So how could they possibly have a relationship."

"You're right, Mr. Henry. I don't think he's gonna have a relationship with that girl."

That said it was Fadhly. He just became one of the top brass in this police force a year ago. However, he has done a very good job as a senior officer in the police force in this city. His connections to society, the police, even the military police have made him famous. In other words, he was the only higher-ups in the police force in this city who had the most excellent reputation, even being able to defeat the reputation that Erina had.

I chose to stay still, bowed, and played my fingers a few times. I was like this because I was bothered by their questions and opinions.

After a few minutes, time stopped for a few seconds. The question they were asking seemed to have vanished in this meeting room. They forgot the purpose of my arrival and cleaned up their luggage.

Octo stood up from his chair. The sound of his chair was clearly heard in my ear.

"Wait!"

Since I was sure they would leave this room, deeming this meeting useless as it would still have the same result, I stood up from my chair and told them to stop there.

"What's up, Mr Raka? Isn't this over? Everything is clear, right? We have told you that his death was due to his suicide" Octo said, looking at me who was hesitating.

"That's right, Mr. Raka. You know about mental illness, don't you? That was what happened to the poor girl, so she decided to end her life by suicide; thrusting the kitchen knife into her stomach. It was a pity that he did not get any attention from his family, friends, and relatives" Ibuki said, looking as if he knew what Jamila was going through.

"Is there no other way to proceed with the case? I'm very willing to be assigned to that case. I'm very prepared when you guys are-"

"Mr Raka ..."

Henry cut my words, made me fall silent and looked at him limply. He almost hit the table that was in front of him but chose to just stand.

"Why do you care so much about that girl? You are not his family, his friends, his brother ... You don't have a relationship with him, but you instead ..."

I could only shut up, hear and watch him get angry.

T-But ...

After a while, they passed me and I could only duck down and let them out slowly leaving this room.

What has nothing to do with him? He was my nephew whom I had grown up with great difficulty. He is the only family I have in this world. So what's nothing to do with him? That's free, isn't it? If I tell you that, you won't believe it and assume I'm just making it up. So, whatever I say, the result remains the same, you choose to ignore it.

The difference between my former family and my current family is the family name I use. My stepfather had the name Armstong, as did Yuda and his daughter, while I used the name White. My real name is Raka White, not Raka Armstrong. That way, anyone who knows it will still consider it different. So it's useless if I tell them that Jamila is my niece.

***

Today.

A man was looking in the mirror, constantly looking at his sad face. He saw that black, bangy hair was a bit messy, as he had just woken up, some stains stuck on his face, noticing the burns that were on the right part of his forehead that were covered by his bangs, and slightly raised his lips. That man is me, Raka White.

"If only then had I accepted it. If only I had not been selfish. If only I hadn't read that message. If only I hadn't thought of my mother and father who had dumped me in an orphanage. If only ... I'll use that family name. I can live as Raka Armstrong, not as Raka White."

There is only regret in my heart. Feels empty, my heart feels empty for the death of important people in my life.

I glanced down my right. There, on top of that sink, I saw a medicine box that had opened.

"There is no choice but to do this. I have to use this so I can figure out why my niece ended her life."

I took this medicine box and checked it. Then I remembered how the man gave this to me. It happened six days ago, one day after my useless encounter with them.