SCHNUCKY
NERVOUS

Sakera doesn't think the day met an event that slowly changed her life. The man was repairing his farm equipment when a woman showed up to meet him.

"There's a guest.." exclaimed the woman telling. "A man is looking for you."

Sakera delayed her work for a moment and glanced at the woman for a moment. His eyebrows are slightly sticking out.

"Did he come here often?" search the man. The woman raised her eyebrows back.

"Lho's? piye? the sample visited should know whether the person knew or not." said the woman while hinting Sakera to meet her guest.

Sakera sighed for a moment and put down the farming tool that was temporarily fixed. The man got up and stepped lazily down the side yard of the house, turning until he arrived at the front yard.

There stood a man with a dignified look. He was wearing a long-sleeved casual shirt that rolled in half as if showing off his flanked arm. His trousers made of fabric look appropriate with pantoufel shoes that wrap his legs. An aviator's glasses disguised his gaze which led to Sakera temporarily approaching.

"You came to see me?" sakera asked blatantly.

The bespectacled aviator smiled, "Sakera sir?" guess it while saying hello.

Sakera nodded. "You've been dealing with him." he said and investigated. "Do we know each other?"

The aviator-looking man smiled and took off his glasses and hung them on the back collar of his shirt, making Sakera raise her eyebrows to see what she felt was unique. The man smiled back and held out his hand.

"We don't know each other yet" he replied, "I, Trias Eliasha Ali, Arya Kusuma's best friend."

Hearing the name mentioned by the man again made Sakera's eyebrows raise and forgot to thrust her hand into the man.

Trias lowered his hand as he received no response from Sakera. The man took a breath and smiled again.

"Sir Arya mentioned your name to me so I felt the need to see you." Trias said.

"Wait.." sela Sakera. "I don't know you and now you've come up with Arya Kusuma's name to see me.." The Madurese sighed and went back, "Me and Arya aren't so familiar."

Trias nodded. "Yes... You admit it. But he doesn't think so. When He mentions your name, He seems so revealing that you are his best friend."

Sakera was immediately nervous, but immediately hidden even though it did not escape the gaze of Trias who was wary. The officer also pretended to be ignorant and to be ordinary.

"Is that so?" he muttered awkwardly.

Trias raised an eyebrow and nodded while showing off his smile. Sakera momentarily gasped.

"Ah, how bad I am as the host." suddenly let up. "Come on, get inside the house." he asked.

"Thank you." said Trias.

The two men entered the front porch and Sakera invited Trias to sit on the porch sofa.

"Wait a minute" he said as he went inside.

Triassic sat waiting and soon Sakera appeared again followed by a woman who came carrying a tray containing a glass of tea water and setoples of Cake Otok Beans, which is a typical snack from Madura Island. The study was placed by the woman at the table in front of Triassic.

"Mator Sakalangkong.." said Trias saying the phrase 'thank you' in Madura dialect.

*) Which person are you/Where are you from?

Trias laughed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'm not Madura's area" he said honestly. "I just dismantled a little regional language dictionary on the Internet and I found the word." The man leaned his body slightly forward. "Is the spelling correct?" ask Trias.

Sakera laughed and nodded. "You think you're the only one in town." so long.

Trias smiled and nodded. "Thank God then. I think the spelling is wrong and I'm obliged to apologize..."

"Do not hesitate if you want to be diacrabi like that." said Sakera still laughing. After being satisfied with the laugh, the man relaxed more and asked. "What did Arya tell Be'na to see me?"

"Talking about Muzdalifah." replied Trias who immediately changed the face of Sakera who was relaxed back seriously.

While analyzing every change in the face of the man before him faintly and imperceptibly, Trias again said.

"It's been two weeks now, the news about Muzdalifah has not been heard" Trias said, "Arya thought, maybe you've heard about him? Wasn't that woman kidnapped?"

With furrowed brows, Sakera nodded and replied. "Yes.he was kidnapped. But strangely until now the kidnapper has not contacted me or anyone else who may have had any connection with Muzdalifah." The man sighed and threw it away violently. "Until now, I am still waiting for news from the Paguyaman Police Department about the woman. I was almost desperate." he lamented.

Trias nodded again. Sakera looked at Trias. "Are you an investigator?" ask the man.

Trias smiled and nodded. "Yes. Indirectly, I sought information about Muzdalifah based on the testimony of Mr. Arya during the assassination of Mr. Iswan TKP."

"And you think Iswan's death is related to Muzdalifah's disappearance?" sakera Fishing.

Trias clenched his lips and shrugged for a moment then smiled. "Who knows? Sometimes we find something that seems unrelated, turns out to be very closely related to the connecting factor."

"What's the connecting factor?" lure Sakera again.

"I haven't gotten in that direction" Trias told a bit of a lie. "Pak Arya only had time to mention the name Muzdalifah, then your name at that time talked about the massacre that occurred in the food shop on the Trans Sulawesi Street."

"For more details, you should contact the party who is currently investigating the case. And I'm hoping you can find the culprit soon!" sakera then stood up.

"It looks like we have to end this conversation" Sakera said. "I still have a lot of work. If you don't mind..."

"Alright." interrupted Trias while getting up and smiling. "I'll do what you suggest. Thank you for the time you gave me." The man returned his hand.

Sakera retorted thrusting a hand to greet Trias' hand. The officer then left and walked without burden to leave Sakera's residence, without turning his head and taking again the Aviator glasses tucked in the back collar of his shirt and wearing them again.

Arriving on the road, Trias issued a device and contacted Kanit Reskrim Polsek Paguyaman.

📲 "With Kanit Reskrim Polres Kota Gorontalo, Trias Ali.." Trias said his name and rank.

📲 "Oh, Commander Sir!" the man across.

📲 "Tomorrow, I'll go to Paguyaman. You accompany me to check again the scene of the food stall massacre" Trias said.

📲 "O, Ready Sir!" said the person across the street.

Trias disconnects the mobile conversation and then saves the device. The man stepped back and entered the Black Maung. Shortly thereafter the tactical vehicle drove away from the site towards the east.[]