Re-Investigation: Because You're Young
Deal (2)

Six days ago, August 22, 2016.

How'this? What should I do for my nephew? Should I be quiet? Do I have to act? But where do I start? They didn't allow me to investigate the case and assumed it was a suicide by a teenage girl. They closed the case on suspicion that he had a mental illness. What can I do? What should I do for my niece that I have grown up with my own efforts?

So much I thought that I became a mess and almost frustrated to live this life.

Life is short but my life is full of bad things. Bad things keep coming to me. I was not allowed to be happy.

I burned a cigarette, then stared straight at the still-closed Tjee Academy.

The high school will open after the summer break ends, semester 2 begins. I'm just standing here to stare at that school and remember what I did for Jamila.

That's where Jamila went to school. I, with the money I have, chose the school because of the desire of Jamila who wants to get a good career, get a good college, and his ideals can be realized. But I don't deny it's going to end like this. His vision, which was to become a surgeon, would never come true. He's gone, died by suicide in the house he rented.

I gave him the best I could, but the world chose a different path. I thought by attending her there she would be happy and her ideals could be realized, but she instead suffered and got a mental illness inside of her. He had made the nestapa that I had been throwing back appear. Nestapa on his father's death is now back on his death. Isn't that bad? He and his father are very bad. They're abandoning me.

I've been letting go since he could live independently. If I care too much about him, he will end up in misery over my restraints. I didn't want to be a man so caring that I hugged my cat to death. But in the end, because of my half-caring attitude, I lost it and would never be able to see him again. As a result, I am now alone. I'm lonely. There are no family members in my life.

"Is it fun to see a school that's still closed?"

I heard a voice, a voice from a distance.

I turned to the source of the voice and saw a man dressed in office walking towards me.

Since I was sure he wasn't talking to me, I turned around and walked away from him.

"Geez, I was ignored by him."

I could hear it, so I thought it was for me. Even so, I walked over and left him.

***

At 15:05, in a pub.

"Hey, hey, Mr. Raka. You've finished four bottles today, but it's still daylight. Are you all right?" A bartender said, staring at this lethargic face of mine.

"Why are you fighting that? Or are you questioning my presence here?"

"No, it's not that. You know what time it is, don't you? The sun hasn't even sunk yet, but you've ... Are you all right? You're not usually like this. It's not like you."

Ignored him. He was cleaning glass and standing in front of me. We were blocked by this long table. Then I took my drink again while he was still asking about my condition.

"Is there a problem with your mission? I didn't expect this, a great detective like you couldn't clear up your mission and end up like this."

"What's so great?" I responded with a cynical smile and stared at the small glass I was holding.

"Aren't you always able to complete your mission well? You can even catch a drug dealer who's very hard to catch. What's wrong with you, you shouldn't be like this. It's still 3 p.m., but you've already started it ..."

"Can't you?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Then, it can be, right?"

I looked at him, looking at his hesitant face to respond to my words. Maybe because he did not want to bother me any further, he chose to continue cleaning his glasses.

"The Winston Cocktail, please. Oh, I'll pay for this guy, who's next to me."

A man's voice sounded beside me. When I turned my head, there was already a man wearing an office suit. He was a man who had tanned blonde hair and looked neat.

"You want to pay for my drink?" I asked, then remembered what he had just ordered. "Oh ... Well, you can even order that drink."

The bartender left immediately, making the man's order.

"Thank you."

At least I thank him for the deal. He has decided to treat me, so I have to thank him.

*Shearing thing shifted!

Something has shifted from his place towards my place. He has shifted a card, which is likely his business card.

I looked towards him even though I hadn't had the chance to see his business card.

"What's this?"

"You need to see it."

He told me to, so I saw his business card.

Andre Siregar, age 28, works in the field; sales and practitioners, undisclosed companies, hobbies; frequent troublemakers to teenage children, and his phone number ...

After looking at her business card, I turned to her.

"Have you seen it?" She asked.

"What does this mean? Why are you giving this to me?"

"Well, that's my card."

"I know that, but what do you mean? Why are you showing this to me?"

"Listen. Um, I want to help you."

"Help me? Am I the right person for you to help?"

He smiled, a little laughed but without looking at me.

"Why are you laughing? Is that funny?"

"Sorry, sir."

The more I looked at her face, the more I realized something was strange about her. I felt like I was no stranger to her face, like I had just met her a while ago.

I remember that, I remember that. He was that time.

"You were that time, weren't you?"

"Finally you remember me. I'm the one who wants to talk to you in front of that school, Tjee Academy."

He was the one who wanted to come to me while I was in that closed school.

"Did you follow me here?" I asked.

"I accidentally met you here."

"Don't lie!"

He admitted it, he was following me.

"I'll report to the police for your actions."

"Are you not a cop?"

"...Oh..." I was so drunk that I forgot that I was a cop. "I will arrest you for your actions, stalk me."

"I can't help you if you catch me, Sir."

"really? You want to help me? What's for?"

Before he responded to my question, I remembered that he knew me. He knew I was a policeman. That's why I didn't let him respond to my question.

"You know I'm a cop? How's it?"

"Aren't you very well known in the police force in this city? For what you give in the police, your reputation becomes very good. That's why I can get to know you."

"Is that so?"

"By the way, how?"

"What?"

"Do you want to accept my services?"

"Your problem?"

He switched the conversation, returning to the initial topic of conversation he had uttered.

"You're a stranger to me, but you want to help me? How could? What do you want to help me with? Yourselves? I don't need you."

"Of course I can help you."

"Help me?" I smiled when I heard that.

"Well, yourself .. Your lonely self over the death of your nephew."

I was very surprised and speechless as he discussed and found out that. I was silent for almost 30 seconds.

After calming myself down, I turned to her.

"What do you mean? Why do you know about me?"

"I know everything. I know everything about you, sir. You are an orphan who was dumped by your parents in an orphanage when you were born. When you were 6 years old, you were adopted by the Armstrong family. But you have a poor fate. One year after you were adopted, your father and stepmother had an accident that resulted in them dying."

"..." - ".I could only keep quiet when he found out about my past.

"Your stepbrother, Yuda Armstrong, has to work hard for his life and yours. I didn't expect him to do that for you, Mr. White. He's just your half-brother, isn't he? He has absolutely no intention of throwing you away. He chose to raise you and continue to work hard so that you can stay in school, Your ideals of becoming a policeman can be realized. He doesn't even care about his girlfriend who's pregnant with his daughter to keep you. You have robbed him of his freedom and life, Mr. Raka White. Even so, strangely, he remained happy. Somehow she can be happy for having you by her side."

I was so emotional because he told me about it. I want to be angry because he knows it, but what can I do if I get mad at him? I'll just make myself worse. So, I chose to shut up and look at him sharply.

"You ... How did you find out about that?" I asked.

"Don't I tell you, I know everything about you. Everything you did during, I know it."

"What do you want from me?" I finally asked this.

"I just want to invite you to work together. I'd like to make a deal with you."

"Deal?"

"It's very easy, and it's very profitable for you."

"What's that?"

"You want to know the cause of your nephew's death, don't you?"

He even knows about it. Is he really a stalker?

He took something out of his pocket. It was a box that had a small shape made of iron. Then he gave it to me.

"What's this?"

"Blue to return, red to return as well. But the blue one will make your body return young, while the red one will make you return to your present self. Do you understand?"

I thought and found out what he meant. I'm really trying to understand what he's saying, which I think is a puzzle. But in the end, I couldn't understand.

"I don't understand."

"Open up! Look what's in there!"

I opened this little box and saw there were two pills there; one was blue and one was red.

"You can't investigate Jamila's death because the case has been closed, can you? I have a suggestion and have something about your nephew's death. What if you investigate the case without anyone knowing your figure?"

"How can anyone not know my figure? You're the one who said I'm very popular with the police, aren't you?"

"Seventeen years ... You'll be back to being yourself when you're 17. Your body will look 17 years old. That way, no one will recognize you. It's a good opportunity, isn't it? You can investigate the case of Jamila's death without anyone knowing. That way, you'll find the answer to your nephew's death. That's good, isn't it? Good deal, isn't it? I've helped you. Besides, I'm giving you this because there's something you need to investigate about that school. I want you to get in there as a student, not as a detective."

I thought for a while, doubting his words.

To be honest, I don't understand what he means. That doesn't make any sense at all. How can I go back to what I was when I was 17? How did that happen? But in the end, I just stared at those two pills alone.

***

Today, in the bathroom.

Anton said that this is very dangerous for my body. He learned that the man, Andre Siregar, only made me his guinea pig. But how else? There's no choice for me. I don't want to die because I can't find the cause of Jamila's death. I would rather die for it than do nothing. That's better than nothing.

I stared at the blue pill in my right hand.

This letter ... This is a letter from that man, Andre Siregar. This is the letter I must sign if I choose to take this pill. There was already my stamp there, so I had agreed to a deal with him.

Phew ...

I took a deep breath, sighing slowly so as not to hesitate in the choice I had chosen. When I was calm and confident, I immediately swallowed the blue pill.

28-year-old Raka White, a detective, has agreed to follow the experiment back in her teens and become a guinea pig for the company.

After I swallowed the blue pill and it went into my stomach, I wavered and the stability of my body could not be controlled. I fainted in the bathroom because I couldn't survive.

Mariam ... Mariam ... Uncle here, don't cry ... Take it easy, uncle will always be by your side. Mariam ... Jamila .. Uncle will never leave you. Hang on, uncle will be there. Don't go, uncle please! Don't leave your uncle. Mariam ...