The Plan Of Masked Man
Tragedy on a historic day

Ciiiiit.... Bruuu....

"Auuw." groaned the man who felt dizzy as a result of his head hitting his steering wheel.

He only realized not wearing a seatbelt from the beginning, making him enjoy the lump on his forehead. Without delaying time, he drove his car again which did not crash and this time with a standard speed after wearing a seat belt.

The car stopped in front of a minimalist whitewashed house with a row of honey orange trees that had just begun to bear fruit, with a feeling that was still upset entering his house. The situation in the dark house made the man press the light switch on the wall to the left of the door and immediately the mini chandelier above the ceiling lit up, he said, the awards show filled a glass cabinet with several award certificates in the last two years of his career.

"The first Golden Son of the family of the Minister of Agriculture, young master Esha Diningrat." muttered the man by typing on a search page.

Seen results from the search page is only about the origin of the family of the Minister of Agriculture at a glance with important basic information is not important, not important, in his scroll every search result hopes there is an info that can be a bit of a bright spot. Until finally found an agenda about the annual event that will be attended by the Minister of Agriculture itself at an art event in a fairly remote area, where will be the inauguration of a hydroponic greenhouse large enough to support the economy of local villagers.

"Do I have to approach him directly, it seems like this way is more effective" the man murmured and sent a message to his men to do an emergency job.

An upset, tired of the myriad of questions and the search for answers finally took her away to dreamland with the pedestal of a typewriter in front of her. Unlike one man in a luxurious room who was watching the recording of a life show with a bottle of wine in one hand, it was not the wine that was intoxicating but the show that made his blood boil.

Letting the heat in his body subside with the flow of wine in his blood, no matter how many times the impressions are repeated again and again as if there is no word saturated or bored. Although in the corner of his heart he felt the third sharp knife scratch look at the face of the woman who had been touched by him but the impression in front of him was only a small picture of the true tragedy, a tragedy that was very terrible for him.

Flasbacks

On his way back from the airport, his car drove at high speed to approach a heart that was almost a week not met because of the distance that separates. A smile that enhances the good looks of a young businessperson with a bouquet of red roses and a white lily in the middle has been specially prepared with a booking before his return day.

His car stopped on a large road because of the large number of police cars with a collection of residents that seemed to explode, his footsteps were still light entering a settlement that was still rare residents. In his hand a bouquet of flowers tightly but his steps are accelerated when the chatter of the citizens worry his mind with a heart that feels more and more depressed, up from the sidelines of the crowd can be seen the police line that stretches in front there.

He still did not realize where the police line was attached to his steps as if blocked by the citizens who were still gossiping with a tone that was no longer a whisper, one chat that made the handsome man run split the crowd and crossed the line of police. The police who were still on guard tried to block the handsome man but nil because the man had greater physical strength, his steps came to a halt when he saw one figure closed on a stretcher.

"Asmaaaa." cried the man with a bouquet of flowers that slipped out of his hand.

"Wake up baby. I'm back, what happened? Come on, don't joke, look at me here. Let's open your eyes." said the man as he wiggled a helpless weak body in front of him.

"Sorry sir, this girl died an hour ago" said a police officer patting the handsome man on the shoulder to be patient.

There was no more shouting other than a wistful eye with deep pain, in his gaze a white body that was closed in his arms. His condition was very concerning with many bruises, the blood that dried at the corner of the lips - what more wounds would he see if the white cloth partially covered the girl's body was exposed.

"Our master will take this girl to the hospital for an autopsy" one police officer said and gestured the other officer to lift the stretcher.

"No one touches my girl! I'll bring my girl myself." replied the man in a very heavy voice.

In a matter of hours the doctor who performed the examination came out of the hallowed room, his voice was quite clear in the ears of the man who now had a disheveled appearance with a black shirt that no longer showed a neat impression.

The departure of the police by carrying the examination results file was used by the handsome man to enter the hallowed room, the body of his girl who was only covered in one sheet of white cloth. With the hand held to stay strong, the white cloth was removed and the first sight he could see was devastating to the feelings in his heart and soul.

Not only scratches, sharp object scratches that lodged in the body of the girl but so many old and new bruises that filled her white skin, the arrival of the doctor who gave the report made the handsome man stare at the horror.

"Explain what happened!" the handsome man's orders with a hard-to-art look.

"But" said the hesitant female doctor.

"Do it or I flatten this hospital." threatened the handsome man with his sharp eyes.

"Listen carefully to what I am going to say, sir, this girl is seriously injured. Not just physical injuries but also psychic, from the results of the examination explained every wound in the aftermath by the abuse of several people who were done in time not only once and it could be seen from this and this wound and the wound all over his body. But the most surprising thing is org@n int!m this girl had inflammation and serious injuries, from her wounds I could not draw my own conclusions but. "the doctor explained pausing for a moment.

"But the culprit is not just one person, and being depressed makes this girl experience depression that makes her end her life by swallowing sleeping pills ten grains to overdose. I'm sorry sir, excuse me." said the doctor again and left his office.

The doctor's departure shed the burly body, as if the man had no bones left and the tears fell without excuse. Crushed his heart and soul, it was only a week ago before his departure and the two had just made a promise to complement each other and live together but now all his promises and dreams were swept away by the waves without leaving any mercy.

With the girl's unnatural departure and the doctor's confession wreaking havoc on her world, such a big thing is closing in very nicely and her girl hasn't complained a bit over the past week.

Without delaying for long the man decided to do a funeral directly without waiting for the day to change, the dark sky with heavy rain did not dampen his intentions. The funeral that only a few people attended but a short preparation that did not make it difficult for anyone to make the day a historic day in his life, the, the departure of everyone who accompanied the funeral of his lover now lives himself who is still fixated with a headstone with his handwriting.

The headstone named Asma Aditama was still dry without being doused in rain because there was a roof that hung around the place where he was buried, a bouquet of the same clasped in the hands of the stocky still sculpting. Once again his strength was buried with the lover, with a pale face with the eyes of one body sitting on the side of the tomb.

"Sleep the quiet of my love, every pain you have with the blood you shed, I will make sure whoever they get more in return. Wait for me there, I'll be with you after all I've done." said the man by peeping the tomb board and putting a bouquet of flowers in front of papa nisan.

No tears drenched his cheeks anymore reminiscing about that day, the day that changed one's life by falling in the deepest abyss. The time has changed to morning with a short hour hand in the number four, in his sambar a flat object lying on his bed.

He wrote a message with the recipient number that has been given a name P.E Triple, after the message was sent in tidying up some sheets of paper scattered in front of him.

While in a messy room a young man in a naked state heard the ringing of a cell phone for the umpteenth time, with a sense of remorse in his sambar with laziness.

[Cafe Kejora station five 21:00 later tonight]

A message that had just opened left the drunk man's eyes indifferent and threw his phone back in any direction and put back his still throbbing head with music.