The Skewers House
Mas Adi's

A cigarette had been swallowed until it ran out. Bitter coffee also leaves only the pulp that settles at the bottom of the cup. His eyes were like an eagle ready to pounce on prey, looking for anything suspicious for him. However, the result is nil. His surveillance tonight was fruitless.

Mas Adi, a police officer in charge of criminal cases in the city of T. In the past two weeks, five 'night women' have been reported missing. And almost every night Mas Adi did a reconnaissance at the lok*lis*si largest in the city. But until now there has been no development or bright spot of the case that is being handled.

"Your face is tense very Mas, lemesin dong ah," Mak Ati patted Mas Adi's shoulder, resuscitating him from the reverie. Mak Ati is the owner of a stall in the middle of the center of the 'night' house'.

"That is missing do not need to be searched for Mas, but others are also many," said Mak Ati again.

"Don't just say Mak. If goods can be replaced, if life will not exist even if you seek," Mas Adi grumbled with annoyance.

"That which is lost, is not necessarily dead. He could have run away, not at home here," Mak Ati said half a whisper.

What Mak Ati said has a point. At first Mas Adi and other fellow police officers thought so. However, after rethinking it became awkward. Their missing belongings are still intact in her room. In fact, there are those who keep gold and money in the closet were not taken. That is, those who were lost, left unprepared and are now out of nowhere, just vanished.

"There's some people missing here, but how is everything normal, Mak? How does no one feel lost or what?," Mas Adi this time asked Mak Ati who was watching a midnight TV show.

"Yes, actually, lost ya. But yes it is, we all think positively, those who are missing may be with rich men invited to vacation where, such as. You see, there was also a 'pesen' until a few days, '" Mak Ati replied lightly.

"Yes? Who's Mak's agent?" Mas Adi seemed to get a little hint. Mak Atik wailing for a moment.

"Pak Doto, the wealthy conglomerate, but this is a secret, Mas" Mak Ati whispered to Mas Adi, as if he had forgotten that the man in front of him was a policeman.

Mas Adi mangosteen mangosteen. It turns out that the big-class conglomerate likes to go to this place.

"Mas, how are you seriously holding a missing persons case here? After all those who are missing happen to not have relatives who will be nyari," Mak Ati looks yawned wide. Midnight has passed.

"Yes, pity me, right" Mas Adi sighed softly.

Mas Adi knew very well, the 5 missing women had some things in common. All of them were comfort women who did not have any family members. They were people who were from childhood in this place, without a clear identity. Raised by other older comfort women to then continue this business as they mature.

There is compassion in Mas Adi's heart. There was a sense of responsibility in his mind. His life was not as comfortable now either. He used to be a kara, an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. Now when he knew there were people who had the same fate as him, a kara and was having difficulties he could not stay silent.

Five people were missing in this place, but it was as if nothing had happened. Mas Adi's heart feels sore, why is the world increasingly filled with humans who lost their humanity? Mas Adi sighed softly. Mas Adi got up from his seat, about to go home.

"Where are you going Mas?" Mak Ati asked, seeing that the good-natured policeman was already standing by the wallet in his pants pocket.

"You go home Mak already sleepy," replied Mas Adi while offering a piece of money fifty thousand.

"There is no change. Today Mother is quiet again," Mak Ati put on a sullen face.

"Asyikkk," Mak Ati immediately put the money in the drawer, Mas Adi geleng gelang head.

Mas Adi walked to the motor park when he saw a woman pacing back and forth in one of the green paint 'night' houses. The woman looks confused. Mas Adi finally walked over to him.

"Sorry Mom, she looks confused. What's the matter?" Mas Adi asked the woman. The woman stared at Mas Adi at a glance, looking reluctant to tell a story. Maybe he hesitated to talk to strangers.

"My name is Adi Mbak. I'm a police officer who's walking around this place" Mas Adi introduced himself, revealing his identity.

"Ah yes, my name is Sinta," The woman named Sinta looks more relieved when she finds out Mas Adi is a police officer.

"Why do you look panicked?" Mas Adi asked Sinta again.

"This house is inhabited by two people. Me and one more friend. I went out this afternoon, I just got home. But my friend does not have a. I was worried why she was," Sinta explained, looking unsettled.

"Maybe he's out too Ma'am" Mas Adi tried to calm down.

"Hp is in Mas's room, if he goes on a date there is no way his HP is left behind. And also. . .," Sinta seemed hesitant to tell a story.

"Also what is Mbak?," Mas Adi asked, asking for an explanation.

"Anu Mas, there's something strange inside her room," Sinta half-whispered.

"How weird? May I see it?," Mas Adi looked at Sinta with his stern and serious face. Sinta nodded in agreement.

The two of them entered the house and entered the room Sinta meant. A small yellow-painted room with a sexy poster attached to it. A table in the corner of the room, with HP and wallet lying on it. Mas Adi opened the wallet and saw the identity of the owner. His name Vira is only twenty-four years old.

"What did you mean by that, Ma'am?" Mas Adi asked Sinta who was standing in the doorway of the room. Sinta then pointed at one corner of the room.

Mas Adi noticed the corner of the room appointed by Sinta. There's an object, some kind of small pebble there. Mas Adi approached, wrapped his hands in gloves and took the object. The smell of a strange pungent fragrance.

"This is not a stone" murmured Mas Adi lirih.

A clue he got tonight. Could it be that all this time in the room of every woman reported missing there has always been this thing? But it escaped observation due to its small size and all thought that it was a pebble.

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