CONFESSION STONED
58. A Shoe

"Ra, you go to my room, yes" said Heru who had just come and passed in front of Bara's table.

Bara turned off his mouse and got up to follow his cousin. Heru put his phone and laptop bag on the table. For a moment the handsome 6-year-old man stood crossed his arms in front of his chest and sighed.

"Sorry, it's all because of me. The office loses a lot. But if you can, don't tell me you first if this is something related to Dijah, the woman I dechet." Bara stood facing Heru who was leaning on his desk.

"You think that's it?" ask Heru.

"Yes, because it's all because of me. I'm not good at Mas. This office is under the leadership of Mas Heru. It must be the responsibility."

"Sit down first, I feel like I'm upset with a schoolboy. By the way, belom." Heru walked around the table and sat down in his chair.

"The police report was followed up, right, Mas?" ask Bara impatiently.

"This is indeed something to do with you Ra. But it's not your fault, it's the thugs' fault. I'm just worried that you are also their target," said Heru.

Bara sat across her legs and placed her hands on her chin with her forehead frowning.

"Udah. In the search according to the plate number recorded cctv. But it looks like the license plate number is also a fake. His name is Fredy and he doesn't follow. So if it's not tight and one of them says, it'll be hard to connect with him." Heru advanced his sitting position.

"Is it something to do with Ormas?" ask Bara.

"don't know. It's just like a bunch of thugs."

"How am I supposed to investigate Fredy? If you can't drag him out of a violent drug case maybe?" ask Bara with a serious face.

"could. Most likely could. You should also read this," Heru said, taking a map from the drawer and putting it on the table.

Bara took the map and started reading the contents one by one. "A drug lord who was shot dead?" mummy Bara. The map contains a bunch of news about Fredy.

"But most likely not the city. It was just his accomplice. The city is not yet in my opinion. Every Sunday there is a curmudgeonly courier. Where's the stuff from? It must be because the city is also not kangkep. The man who was shot was arrested along with Fredy a few years ago. And in addition to information, his older brother Fredy's a lawyer." Mas Heru exhaled a rough breath then crossed his hands on his chest.

"That's why he's dealing with the law is always easy, isn't it?" ember Bara flipped through the paper and read it over and over again. Bara then photographed some of the paper using his mobile phone.

"Ra.." call Heru.

"Yes Mas?" Bara looked up at Heru's eyes.

"I know how you feel. You are an adult. Wirya's son must know what he's going to do. I just want you to be careful. If you want to investigate and blow up Fredy's drug case that could take him longer in prison, that's better."

"Bakal I work. Makasi believed. About the commotion here, I'm the only one who's been telling dad." He stood up from his chair. "Make the info Mas, I keep it for now."

"What's your thesis?" ask Heru.

"Udah is almost done. Next month hopefully all settled and Mas dapet new news. Doain yes," said Bara blinking his eyes.

Out of the room, Bara re-opened his phone and devised a plan from where he should have started. And Bara decided to go to Polsek who was near the house of the colonized in the afternoon. Before going to the police station, Bara planned to go to the mall to buy something.

Throughout the day, his mind was overwhelmed with feelings of guilt about the chaos that had occurred in his office. Every eye he looked at the lobby, he saw a broken glass door that was still sealed in a yellow line by the police.

Since arriving earlier, Bara only worked on his thesis and moved the picnic photo file with Dul two days ago. He observed every moment of the mother and child that he managed to perpetuate.

When he reached the slides of photos of the face of Sejah, Bara observed them for longer. His smile expanded, and his eyes turned shady as he looked at the dozens of photos of Sejah he shifted one by one.

"Where are you?" ask Bara on Sejah by phone.

"In kos," replied Dijah.

"Entar Malem isn't going anywhere, is it?" ask Bara again.

"No. You want to come here, right?" tanya Sejah with an excited tone. A day without seeing Bara, has made Dijah feel there is less.

"Yes, miss me?" ask Bara.

"Yes" replied Dijah.

"Entar malem I went there. Tini kasi cough medicine aja let's sleep more cepet." Bara chuckles.

"Can't possibly. He's the one who's suspicious. Condensed food ama neighbors should be stepped first three new times he wants to eat." Sejah is now laughing considering the behavior of his friend.

"Sunday don't forget yes, you come with me to the house. Meet the fathers," said Bara later.

"Yes.." sahut Colored slowly.

"Yes, I'm going to leave the office first. There's something I want to do. See you later. I love you Jah." said Bara.

"me too. Darling you.." muttered Slightly yet quite clearly in Bara's ear.

"Size how much Mas?" The salesman waited in front of Bara who measured the footprint of the shoe with his finger.

"Which is smaller than this, what size is it?" tanya Bara while lifting a flat shoes.

"Which is smaller than this, size 37. I'll take it a minute." The salesman went into a room in the corner of the store and appeared with two boxes of shoes in his hand.

After re-measuring the shoe's footprint with the size of his hands. Bara nodded.

"I want this one. These two models are Ma'am, size 37." Bara pointed to the two models of shoes he had chosen.

"The size is sure Mas? Don't you know the size?" ask salesgirl.

"The size doesn't look like it anymore. I peek at it every day. That is it, 37. Sure enough will be enough. My hands have memorized all the sizes." Bara smiled looking at the grimacing Pramuniaga to him.

Almost eight o'clock in the night Bara just came out of the mall. In his hands were clutched several packages, among which was food for Dul and Dijah which was deliberately ordered by him from a restaurant.

The package was stamped on the handlebar of the motorbike and Bara immediately headed for the house of the elderly colonized. After a while of calling Dul, the boy finally came out.

Being unable to linger, Bara immediately handed the package of food to Dul. He promised Dul would soon invite the boy to watch cartoons in the cinema. Dul closed the door of the house with a face of sumringah while visiting the contents of the package.

"Sir Santo.." said Bara.

"The old man didn't hang out here" said Mr. Santo from behind his desk.

"Tomorrow started hanging out here. No one has changed me to sniff out the criminal news from here. Relax, we'll see you tomorrow. The editor also said that," said Bara laughed and then put a package of food on the table Mr. Santo.

"Repot you," said Mr. Santo. But despite saying that, Mr. Santo visited the contents of the package with an enthusiastic face.

"Sir, I want to ask you a favor too." Bara pulled out his phone and opened a photo gallery to show what he had taken from Mas Heru's file.

"What tuh?" Mr. Santo looked at the photo Bara showed.

"It's from this area, isn't it the case?" ask Bara. Mr. Saint nodded.

"You know which area. The full address," added Bara again.

"Can, just a second..." Mr. Santo entered the password on his computer screen then clicked on some folders inside the document, then shifted the screen towards Bara.

After photographing and recording what he needed, Bara put his phone back in his jacket pocket.

"Don't sit down to talk?" ask Mr. Santo.

"Tomorrow I'll be here. Mr. Santo eat first, I go back... Go to the Colonized place." Nyengir.

"So it's the same as being colonized?" ask Mr. Santo. Bara laughed as he massaged the policeman's shoulder.

"Greetings to him. Just fine," said Mr. Santo. "Guard Ra..."

"Every Commander.." Bara said saluting the chuckling Saint.

He got on his bike and put on a helmet. There are only three more packages that have not yet reached the owner. He immediately drove his motorbike to the costs of the Colonized.

Ten minutes into his motorcycle, Bara was surprised by the reckless actions of two motorcycle riders chasing each other. His motor almost nudged which made him curse and cursing from behind the helmet. Even though only the motor turns off, it means.

Time shows 10pm less. The last red light crossing before heading towards the house looks quieter than usual. Bara is at the front of the queue at a red light. When the color of the lights changed to green, Bara drove his vehicle.

Suddenly from next to him a minibus cut his motor at high speed. Bara was startled and immediately took the slow lane. But the sudden change in direction made another minibus that was speeding up hit him from behind.

Bara can't control where his motorcycle falls. The violent thrust he received from behind sent his body crashing forward. The ember slammed down, a few meters away from the motor. He had rolled several times until finally he hit the ground with a helmet still attached to his head.

"Arrrggghh" Bara groaned holding his shoulder. He immediately tried to stand up to his motorbike which drove until half went up to the sidewalk. The rear tyre of the bike is still spinning and the whole package is splattered on the road.

Bara limped picking up the shoes of Sejah who was thrown almost to the middle of the road. The road is deserted. Only the shops were closed at night.

When the middle of the head down take next to the shoes on the sidewalk, the minibus driver came down to him. A man almost middle-aged.

"Mas.." call the man.

"Yes?" She looked back still in her helmet closed.

"Coal Gas?" ask the man.

Bara did not answer. Then a young man appeared from behind the old man and pointed a wood at him. He could not answer, let alone ask. With his right hand still clasping next to the expensive-looking cream-colored flat shoes, Bara fended off the first blow aimed at his head.

The To Be Continued.....