Rania's Invisible Search
PART 1 MYSTERY DISCOVERY OF THE CORPSE
After graduating from college, Wati and I decided to migrate to Jakarta City. And on the fifth day of my arrival in this city, I must be busy with work. In an office with a very crowded atmosphere. Everyone seems to be busy with their work. I was thinking about something that was troubling my mind, my eyes staring straight at the scrap paper that was right in front of me. A paper in blue that says“Note Rania". I flipped through the sheets in the journal, but suddenly the call of someone shocked me.
“Rania. What the hell are you? That phone on your desk sounds from earlier,” he said in a poignant tone.
“Oh yes. Sory, sory.” I who feel bad can only throw a slight smile.
My co-worker came back to his desk, and he just returned my smile by shaking his head.
I, Rania Putri Sejagad. Who just graduated college, then tried his luck in the Capital. And now he is pursuing a career in journalism. Because I am still lay with my new environment and work, I often daydream when under work pressure.
Moreover, if there is a complicated case or a strange problem that I am having in life. I don't know what's been happening to me lately. Something is troubling my mind. Something like wanting to burst out from inside my head, but got hampered by something else. So, I don't know what's trying to get out of my head. I shook my head in a soft word to myself “Fokus Rania, let's focus!”
I picked up the phone, the voice on the other end said with a loud tone right in his ear. “Satan lu!” I said a little to keep the phone off the ear.
“Lu why the hell from earlier not in lift-lift?”
“Iya sorry, I was in the bathroom because.” I answered by pinning the phone between my shoulder and my head. My hands were busy doodling journal books with pens I found on the table.
“So like this Ran!” said the woman on the other end of the phone, this time her voice sounded serious. “Gue just got word, if there is a discovery of a corpse in an empty house in the old city. Well you're the new kid here, so there's a more anti-mainstream experience you better go there. Moreover, I was horrified from Wati, you can squirm creatures that are invisible right. Who knows if you cover this news, you can get hot news. So how about it, you can be scrapping at the same time release this news into the headline tomorrow. Can you go there now?”
“Se now, Mbak?”
“Yes is Rania, the waiting period next year? Hunting this news so stale and can not be hot news again.”
Silent. I was thinking, I don't know what I'm going to see there. Either my luck or my misfortune has a mystical talent like this. Clearly, now it's not just ghosts who will ask me for help. But the humans around me will also ask me to deal with those who are invisible. Whether it's a bad feeling what I'm feeling right now, I have a bad feeling. Of course I can predict it, because dealing with corpses will not be far from supernatural things and invisible creatures.
“RANIAAAA!!” the woman shouted at the end of the phone.
“How can you go right?”
“Yes, you can do it. I'm ready first yes, the exact address where Mbak?” I prepared the paper in the journal, and I was stunned to stare at the graffiti in this journal book.
“Since when I wrote this.” Inner wondering.
“KUNTI ROAD AROUND OLD TOWN IN FRONT OF BIG BANYAN TREE.”
“Both its location around the old city, in front of it there is a big banyan tree. Surely you will easily find the location, especially there will be many police cars around there.”
I was silent, not hearing the woman's words. I looked at the journal paper with the location mentioned just now. It was as if there were some supernatural whisper asking me to write down the address. I took a deep breath, this time this news coverage will not be like the news in general, my mind in the heart.
“I just want you to get the details of the case, if you can identity the corpse as well. I want us to be ahead of other media. You understand Ran, I mean?”
“OK I wait for the report later tonight. Thanks ya Ran, good luck and good luck.”
After ending the conversation on the phone, I just stared silently at the journal that read the address of the discovery of the corpse.
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I stepped down from the car after a two-hour drive, due to the long traffic jams along the way. I looked around, this place was very far from a densely populated settlement. Because on the right and left side there are only old buildings of Dutch heritage. I narrowed my eyes when I saw a black shadow, behind a grove of trees. A female ghost in a white dress and long hair that dangled to the ground. His feet were swinging. As long as he doesn't interfere with my work, I'll ignore him. I went back to thinking, was the corpse really a murder victim, so it should be found in a place like this?
Armed with the journalist card I had, I approached one of the police officers who was standing guard in front of the yellow line. This place is crowded with people who are curious and want to see who the bodies found there.
“What do you want?” said the police officer who was on guard half snapped at me.
“I am from media sir, want to cover.”
“Sorry you cannot enter.”clear the officer with a firm tone of voice.
“But sir, I'm from media.”
Without waiting for an explanation, the officer said to me in a tone louder than before. Until the people who were there noticed us.
“I reiterate to you, if no journalists are allowed to cover here. And this is on direct order from my commander.”
“But sir, I'm from the media!”
“Then?” The police officer looked at me with sharp eyes.
“I have to convey this to the public if there is a discovery of a corpse without a possible identity, there is a family of his who is looking for news.”
“I reiterate! THIS IS AN ORDER FROM MY SUPERIORS!" Again the officer spoke in a loud tone.
I let out a long, restless and agitated breath. Worrying won't get any information. I looked in different directions, saw the crowd muttering to each other, saw a fierce struggle between me and the police officer. It's kind of weird, it's usually never this hard to get into a CTF. I waltzed away, my eyes staring at the officer with irritated eyes.
Not losing my mind, I went to interview some people who were around TKP. Some of them claimed that the building where the discovery of the body was very haunted, and no one dared to go in there. That was why they were curious, how could there be someone who found a corpse inside the old building. But some people claim to have caught someone with a large high body sneaking inside. And when sought, the person is lost, just vanished.
“Someone who is big height, just disappeared?” my mummy while writing in a journal.
Is the person in question really a human or an invisible being? My mind digested the explanations of the speakers.