Room No.11B
Part. 163

"Sir, how long do we have to wait until the results of the investigation and autopsy come out?" my many.

"Usually autopsy results can be obtained about 1 to 2 hours. However, we are waiting for lab results to look for clues. Whether the victim was using drugs or something. This process usually takes a long time." explained Mr. Andri.

Me and Yuda are lyrically interlocking.

"Let's just Deck, this afternoon if the results of the car investigation show that Dek Yuda does not sell cars under national standards. You guys can go home. Waiting for the results of the autopsy from the forensic team. How's it?" said Mr. Andri.

"Well sir." replied Yuda.

"Thank you sir." I said.

Mr. Andri nodded, throwing a smile at us. Yuda and I came out of the room. My mind feels complicated. Any more casualties? A woman with the exact same characteristics of the corpse as Mbak Wati and Pak Rahmat. Maddened. It's insanity.

"Cigarette yuk Da." take me.

"Eh, tumben very much ngajak ngermok. What's up?" ask Yuda.

"I don't know, suddenly my mouth is smoking." I replied.

"We're looking for a stall. Coffee all. My head also feels mummy." reply Yuda.

We're looking for a coffee shop close to the police station. Luckily, right across from the office was a rice shop. We ordered two cups of hot coffee.

"Bak, I have bitter coffee." I said.

Yuda looked at me with a surprised look.

"Bitter coffee? Sure lo?" ask Yuda.

I'm just scratching my head without itching.

"Kayak shaman aja drink bitter coffee" said Yuda origin.

I'm smiling.

Ma'am the seller delivered our coffee order.

Then Yuda burned the cigarettes. I took a stick and burned it.

"Heh, why are you? How come you suddenly look tangled." asked Yuda.

I took my coffee cup. Blow it slowly. Suck it up a little. Aaaahh, its bitter taste makes my eyes bright.

"Da, this is not kidding anymore Da." I said briefly.

"What's Di? No kidding what?" ask Yuda while blowing his coffee.

Sluuurrpp. Yuda sipped coffee.

"Lo's not aware of the photo of the body of the woman you just saw?" my many.

Yuda looked at me. He put the coffee glass down immediately.

"A. Don't tell me it's a red kuntilanak victim again?" ask Yuda in a loud voice.

The rice seller glanced at us.

We sat quietly with each other.

"Di, really not what I said earlier?" ask Yuda, this time in a quieter voice.

I'm nodding.

"Ah shit!" said Yuda.

"So?" ask Yuda.

"So there were two victims of the red kuntilanak collision. And there will be two demits ready to attack." I reply.

"Seriously In?" ask Yuda with a look on his face.

"Serious Da. Two. Two demits." I replied.

"Because it gets two collisions, the power of the red kuntilanak will get stronger" I added.

Yuda picked up his coffee glass, sipped it quickly.

"In, you have a plan to defeat the red kuntilanak?" ask Yuda.

I'm silent.

"Jawab Di. What's the plan?" ask Yuda again.

"Gue doesn't know Da. What plan?" sahutku.

Yuda quiet.

I'm silent.

Yuda looked out of the shop.

I just bowed.

"Di, uh,"

I looked at Yuda.

"What does that mean your life is in danger? Or is my life in danger?" ask Yuda.

I smile.

Looking at Yuda, fixed to his eyes.

"Silent Da. If I were to die at the hands of the red kuntilanak, the closest person I would not be the target." said me slowly.

Yuda silently looked at me sharply.

"The red guy just wants me. Not my friends." I said.

"No. You won't do anything at all. Lo will survive. You can beat him Di. Lo strong. Remember your motivation when you helped and picked me up. Remember that Di. You can't do anything." said Yuda with red eyes.

I just kept quiet and smiled.

Yuda thrust his pinky.

"Promise with me! I promise the same Di." said Yuda.

"Promise me you'll be fine. Promise!" said Yuda.

"Gue promise. God willing I will not do anything." I replied with a smile.

"Remember In. Lo it's a man. The man who held his shit. You promised me. You have to place your promise. Okay!"

"Oke Da." I reply.

* * *

Kriiiiinnggg. Cellphone's ringing.

Mas Gun's?

Answered.

"Woi, are you still at the police station?" ask Mas Gun.

"Still Mas. Wait for the results of the car investigation. If the result is safe, I am the same Judah can go home." I replied.

"Gue need to accompany you there?" ask Mas Gun.

"No need to Mas. Just relax."

"Oohh yasudah's. I'll tell you if there's anything."

"OK ready for me."

Mas Gun closed the conversation.

Yuda and I were in the mosque. We just finished praying Maghrib. Until now, the results of the car investigation have not come out. Yuda and I are still waiting at the police station.

I continued the dhikr. Yuda had already left the mushola.

"In, I was called into the room. Yuk!" not long after, Judah called me from outside the mushola.

I hurried up and followed behind Judah. We entered the room, but not Mr. Andri's room. A picket officer told us to go into a room in the corner of the office.

A strapping man with a thin whisker decorated over his lips. The skin is mature. Sharp stare stabbing. His arm muscles look solid. He doesn't wear a uniform like most cops. His clothes are more like a millennial kid today. The man wears a T-shirt wrapped in a checkered shirt not buttoned outside. Jeans with a torn-up motif on several sides. Silver-colored watches, look once not an imitation item. The man wears branded shoes with a fairly striking color. On his desk was a signboard engraved with wood, bearing the name of the man. Charles P.

"Sit down!" tell it. His tone was flat.

We sit. Yuda showed a tense face.

A man named Carlos burned a cigarette.

"Whose name is Yuda?" ask Mr. Carlos.

"I Sir." Yuda open the sound.

"You who? Her friend?" ask Mr. Carlos.

"I'm his brother sir." I replied.

Mr. Carlos sat down.

"Look, I just want to give you information about the car that the victim bought from you." Mr. Carlos opened the chat.

"Good Sir. Ready Sir." said Yuda.

"After the investigation, the car used by the victim was in good condition. The accident that happened, it is not your fault as a car seller. The files from the investigation team are done, and the results show that way. So, you can go home." explains Mr. Carlos.

"Alhamdulillaaaah." Yuda gave thanks while rubbing his face.

"So, what was the cause of the accident, sir?" my many.

Mr. Carlos smokes his cigarette.

"There are some possibilities. It could be a drowsy victim, or there may be other factors. For example, the influence of liquor, or it could be the influence of narcotics. Depending on the results of the autopsy on the body later." explains Mr. Carlos.

"So we can go home sir?" ask Yuda.

"maybe. Or do you want to stay here? You can too." said Mr. Carlos while throwing a smile.

We were just whiny.

"Files from the investigation team about the results of the car can drop the demands and reports from the victim's wife on you" continued Mr. Carlos.

"Alhamdulillah." I said.

"Yes, go home. Don't stay here long. I just want to give you that info." tell Mr. Carlos.

"Ready sir." said Yuda.

We got up and shook hands with Mr. Carlos, thanking him.

We left the police station with a sigh of relief. At least the burden of Yuda is reduced. I feel sorry to see it. I don't know what problems he's facing in his family. But I'm happy to be with him today.

We also went home. We ate at a roadside tent. Only then did Yuda take me home to the boarding house.

"In, thank you so much for being with me today" Yuda said.

"Look Da." I said.

"Gue didn't stop by. Greetings to Mas Gun with Tika." said Yuda.

"OKAY. I'm pulling it out."

I stepped out of Yuda's car.

"Eh Diii." Yudah.

"What?" I was half screaming.

"Don't forget it!" said Yuda.

"What Da?" my many.

"Promise you."

Yuda held his pinky.

"Ready Sir!" I respect him like a cop.

Yuda smiled. Then close the car glass. The car left me.

I hope I can keep my promise to Yuda.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahiem.