SWAMP VILLAGE MAGGOTS
Witnesses to the murder on the plantation.
Seeming the two policemen were watching Rahmat, he looked terrified and panicked every time the policemen noticed him.
"What's wrong sir." exclaimed the policeman looked at the face of Mr. Grace who looked very angry.
"There's nothing, police officer, I just tripped and dropped a few bowls." explained Rahmat by gulping his saliva rough.
Then Mr. Jarwo also told Mr. Rahmat, if he knew all the actions of Mr. Rahmat and asked him to speak honestly to the police.
"Are you sure you don't want to say something to them?" asked Mr. Jarwo by hooking his eyebrows together.
"What do you mean sir, we don't know each other and we have never met before, why do you speak as if you know me well" said Mr. Grace, turning his face away.
Seeming from a distance the two policemen observed Rahmat, who was tidying up the utensils in the kitchen, while Jarwo spoke in a slow tone, so the two policemen did not really hear what they were talking about.
"Maybe Mr. Grace doesn't know me, but I know everything you did to Bambang and Pardi, if I wanted to I could tell the two cops everything, but it would be better if the father himself admitted all the crimes that you have done, I even know Mr. Grace used a dealer for this meatball business, he said, and Bambang died as a tumbar for the seller of this father's business." explained Mr. Jarwo staring nanar towards Pak Rahmat.
Seen Rahmat gulped his saliva rough, while rubbing his sweat, he never thought there was someone who knew all his actions, and now Pak Rahmat looked frightened beside Mr. Jarwo.
What I have to do, this man knows everything, actually who this man is why he can know everything I have done so far, the inner Grace pack with the body that began to vibrate.
"You don't have to be afraid like that, you better be honest, that way your punishment will be lighter" said Mr. Jarwo with a grin on his face.
And after all was completed, Mr. Rahmat immediately closed his meat stall and got into the police car, saw Mr. Jarwo saying goodbye to the two policemen.
"I'm sorry to go home sir if there's anything I can help, insyaAlloh I'm willing to help whatever it is" said Mr. Jarwo who shook the hands of the two police.
Then the two policemen got into the car, and drove the car to the police station, apparently Mr. Rahmat broke out in cold sweat and was very scared, his mind was busy wondering why the two policemen had come looking for him.
Arriving at the police station, Rahmat was immediately brought in, to meet with his commander, and in the room was heard Mr. Grace on various questions, his whole body seemed to tremble with fear.
"Sir Mercy should be honest, and tell me what you really did on the farm that morning" exclaimed a tall, large policeman with a bushy mustache adorning his face.
"I just buy vegetables there sir, there's nothing else I do but that." said Mr. Rahmat by bowing his head.
"Then explain why there were blood stains on the sleeves that you were wearing at the time" said the policeman with a heavy voice.
"I don't know anything sir, what bloodstains you mean." said Mr. Grace by hooking his eyebrows together.
Suddenly a policeman came into the room and whispered something, there was a witness who saw Rahmat was stabbing a man in the stomach, the alleged bodies were found at the rambutan plantation.
"Bring the witness inside, so that he can see directly the face of the perpetrator, whether it is the same as this father or not." the police order.
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As usual before the dawn of the prayer reverberated, Ms Wardah went to the well to draw water to be used to bathe and cook after the dawn prayer, as Wardah's mother walked towards the well suddenly heard the voice of a person arguing, Wardah's mother undoes her intention to walk towards the well, and chooses to return home, because Wardah ma'am did not want to interfere in other people's affairs, but suddenly Wardah's mother heard the voice of someone who shouted do not kill me, at that time Wardah's mother tried to approach the source of the voice, which was, who came from near the well and Wardah's mother also peeked out from behind the grove of trees.
In front of the well were two men talking, and one of them was holding a knife that had traces of blood, and a man in front of him suddenly fell down and lay covered in blood, pleading for mercy to keep him alive, but the man threw a knife into the stomach of the man who had been lying there many times until he died there.
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"As I see it, sir, it was the father who stabbed the man to death, and the father dragged the body somewhere, because I was terrified after seeing the murder, I ended up confining myself inside the house, because I was afraid that the father would find out if I was there and see everything he was doing, but after hearing the crowd talking about the discovery of the corpse, he said, I thought more and more about whether I should say what I saw or not, then I told my husband everything, and my husband took me to this police station, he said, to testify to the father of the police." said Wardah's mother who bowed her head did not dare to look at Rahmat who was facing him.
"So Mr. Grace if you still want to deny all your actions, before we find any other evidence, and the autopsy on the body is done, you better admit everything, because it will ease the punishment that you will receive later." explained the police father by frowning.
Seen sir Grace just bowed his head, cold sweat appeared to pour her, his tongue as though a clown and unable to say anything more.
After that, the police commander asked Wardah to go to another room to sign the report file, and the other police are asked to look for evidence of a knife that is suspected as a tool to kill the victim.
"For officers in three locations, because the suspect is still silent and does not want to say anything, you have to find evidence around the plantation, meatball stall, or unexpected residence." assertively the police commander with his authority.
After that Mr. Rahmat was taken to a special room, because his status is still unexpected so the police have not been able to put him into a detention cell, by walking gontai Pak Rahmat can only be silent a thousand languages.
I don't want to admit all my actions, but if I keep silent the punishment I receive will be even more severe, what I have to do now, the inner Grace sir in his heart.
Then one of the people in the same room with Mr. Rahmat, telling me that if he was already in the room, it would not be long before his status would turn into a suspect, and it is better that he confess all his deeds before it is too late, for when his dossier has gone up and the suspect does not admit to his own crimes, then his sentence may grow longer.
"But I did nothing, what should I admit to them all." cried Mr. Grace by hooking his two eyebrows together.
After it appeared that Mr. Grace was sitting away from the person who had advised him, in the heart of Mr. Grace there is still confidence if the knife that is the evidence will not be found by the police, he said, and the police couldn't possibly arrest him just because of a report from someone.
I had thrown the knife on the way, when I was going back to the stall, so the cops wouldn't have been able to find it, and they couldn't possibly have made me a suspect, just because of the accusations of women earlier, let alone they do not have any evidence, the inner Grace sir in his heart.
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