The Three Chosen
184. Ex-Frien
The investigation into the SPBU burning case that occurred decades ago is running tough. Moreover, Pujo cake always avoids answering with reasons to forget. But the police are not out of sense. They continue to look for the whereabouts of former Jerangkong-led thugs involved in the incident.
The police went to places where the storks used to gather first and asked everyone about his whereabouts. Residents also gave information voluntarily because the police used the uniform at the time so that residents had no reason to hide the important information.
“ Kalo Jerangkong mah udah koit Pak.” said residents questioned by police.
“ When..?” ask police.
“ About two or three years ago..,” sahut citizen.
“ If you can know the cause of death what sir..?” ask Police.
“ Staggered grabbing parking stall Sir. The hornbills were dredged to death with the same people who were sick of it. I am old but I don't want to be involved either. Moreover, he said he had also just harassed the widow who sold coffee at a stall near the terminal there, sir, added the emotions of the residents. Keep him beaten until dying and dying.” said the citizen while sipping his coffee.
“ That's yes. If Jerangkong's men where sir..?” ask police.
“ Escape Sir. Ever since his boss died, there's no cocksucker who dares to nongol again around here. You see they are afraid to die silly rich leader that sir..,” said the citizens.
“ Wah hard also yes if rich gini..,” murmured police.
“ Why just wanted now Sir. Though the Jerangkong with his men has long made the act that unsettles the citizens. Now it's his turn to die and his men run away just wantedin..,” said the wife of the stall owner was upset.
“ We work based on the report of the citizens of Bu. If the citizens do not feel disturbed by their whereabouts how we want to arrest them. Especially every time you want to arrest rich thugs like citizens as the front guard and say if they keep the security, protect the citizens. It was hard for the police to imprison them. Moreover, the average victim chose to silence and ga report the same police..,” said the police with a smile.
“ That's because the victim was threatened so that he did not report the same Police Sir..,” said the shop owner's wife.
“ That's it Mom. There is the smallest government system called Chairman of RW or Chairman of RT. Citizens can report with their respective leaders, then forwarded to the police. Relax, the identity of the whistleblowers must be protected by the police so the thugs will not know who has reported them. If it is on behalf of the people, they must also think a thousand times for revenge. If the citizens unite there are those who lose are not citizens. Is it true, Mom..?” ask police.
“ Yes Sir. but what if the Chairman of RW or the Chairman of RT instead work together to protect the thugs from the pursuit of the Police.?” ask the shop owner's wife again.
“ Wow if it's citizens who have to act. The Chairman of RW and the Chairman of RT are directly elected by the citizens. So the citizens who have the right to decide to continue are led by the leaders of the gini-rich model or choose a new leader. If you need to report it to the same language. Because quite frankly, working with the thugs is doing more harm than good. Is it true, Mom..?” ask police.
“ Right Sir...,” says simultaneously citizen.
“ One side environment We are safe ga bullied rioters from outside. But more we also have to spend extra money to pay them. Not to mention if they want to do something. Could-can residents who are modalin they live foot barges enjoying the results..,” grumbled residents.
The policemen smiled at the sight of the people. They also came out of the coffee shop to look for information elsewhere. But as they were about to leave the place, they saw a suspicious person hiding behind a tree. The two policemen moved quickly and managed to subdue the stalker who was screaming in fear.
Residents who heard the man's screams rushed out of the stall to see what was happening.
“ Ampuuunn Sir, canmunn. I am not a criminal sir, tobaat.., ampuunn...” said the man as he put his hands on his head a sign he surrendered himself willingly.
“ If you are not a criminal menggapain mengumpet there. You are nguping yes..?!” ask police.
“ Ga Sir, I'm not nguping. I just didn't overhear that on purpose.” said the man in a vibrating voice.
“ I'm Bachir Sir..,” said the man.
“ Bachir. Not that you used to be His men Jerangkong huh..?” ask the police again.
“ Yes, that was sir. now I have been treated and not a thug again kok..,” sahut Bachir fast.
“ Ok, now get up and follow us to the office..,” said the policeman.
“ But I'm not wrong Sir, why was I arrested..?” Bachir protest.
“ Who caught you. We just want to ask for your information. Or maybe You have committed a new crime that makes You scared rich gini yes.?” ask the police while observing Bachir from top to bottom carefully.
“ Ga Sir. Kan I already said earlier if I have been treated..,” sahut Bachir with a clear face.
“ Yes We already trust. Now come with us to the office yes..’ said the police.
“ Yes Sir..,” sahut Bachir resigned.
Bachir was taken to the police station for questioning. When he got into the police car, Bachir's face looked sad. People who saw it became pity but could not do anything. One of the women who saw Bachir's arrest said something that infuriated residents.
“ Kasian ya Bachir..,” said the woman.
“ Ngapain dikasianin sih Bu. Bachir is a cruel thug. Young people used to have no fear of people, anyone against them. Light-handed, fierce and likes oppressive citizens. If you care about him who now mah ga no one believes that he was once a feared thug in this region. Especially if the road is already with the Jerangkong, wuihh already feels like the world belongs to them anyway.” said one resident with annoyance.
“ Oh so yes, sorry I don't know..” said the woman was not happy.
“ Yes. That's why no one thought of him. Now Bachir is old, but residents still want to do the same thing first..,” said residents again.
“ Right. Maybe if the Jerangkong is still alive the Bachir is also not necessarily a rich penitent now.
“ Yes...,” multiple citizens simultaneously.
“ Hopefully his treatment of Bachir is not just in the mouth..” said a hopeful citizen.
“ Aamiin...,” said citizens to be mutually unpretentious with different responses.
Soon the residents disbanded one by one and returned to their homes. While the coffee shop was again crowded after the arrest of Bachir earlier. The average citizen who came wanted to know what was wrong with Bachir until he was arrested by the police.
The owner of the coffee shop was happy because the coffee shop was more crowded than usual even though he had to sell stories about the young Bachir as a member of the gang of thugs who were quite famous in his time.
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