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Sunday, December 9, 2007

Through The Godless Hours (10)

This new mission was, then, perfectly suited to Adi’s near-juvenile world of cops and robbers. And the fact that the Chief had specifically chosen him to work on the case – ahead of every other Komdak Detective – was tantamount to a full endorsement of his operating methods. No less than tacit approval of his particular style. As for those among his peers who disliked his brash and overconfident manner – well, fuck them. Because one thing was for sure: Adi was going to make the fullest use of this opportunity, whether in terms of a legitimate, career-enhancing campaign to eradicate the bastard Captain’s petty example of corruption, or – as was now beginning to seed in his imagination – perhaps via a crash course in self-enrichment, through an ages-old device called blackmail.

For a number of weeks he shadowed the army officer, discovering nothing more than the fact that his quarry was a regular visitor to a seedy South Jakarta brothel operating under the camouflage of Endang’s Spa. Pitch dark on entry – to the extent that its patrons were rendered temporarily blind – and seemingly impregnated with some sickly cocktail of cheap fragrances, this establishment’s immediate assault on the senses transported its visitors to a different world: a world where dull reality was temporarily suspended, and wild sexual adventures paid compensation instead for their otherwise mundane lives. And like hundreds of similar facilities provided by the downtown districts of this cosmopolitan city, the menu at Endang’s extended to cater for all tastes in local women, from the age of about sixteen upwards and in any quantity or combination.

Taking the opportunity of a quiet afternoon, Adi decided to pay a visit himself to the tacky place he had so often seen the Captain enter. “Aduh, it’s so very dark in here,” he remarked, as the receptionist’s image slowly emerged from the gloom. “’Allo, Maaas,” she greeted him with an affected drawl, “must be your first time come here, ya?” “That’s right. And I’m a bit embarrassed, as a matter of fact.” By now the woman had begun to notice just how ruggedly handsome he was, this newcomer who stood before her. “No need be shy, Mas,” she reassured him, suggesting much with her eyes. “We got many nice girl here. Will take good care you, handsome. You want see?” “Well actually, I was recommended to come here by a friend of mine. An army officer.” The receptionist paused in thought for a moment. Then: “Army. Oh… Oh, I see.” Her expression had darkened. “I think I know man you talk about.” “He said there was a girl–” “You want same girl? Come, follow me,” the woman interrupted, a look of concern – fear – now distorting her features. “You sure he friend yours, this army guy you talk about?” she enquired as they walked, brow furrowed, her mind unable to connect the well mannered man who now trailed close behind her with the nightmare vision of the only uniformed man who frequented Endang’s. A man who had treated at least one of the girls so badly that she was hospitalised.

Adi was careful to remain silent as the receptionist continued to lead him down labyrinthine corridors that comprised a series of double s-bends, trapping all light. He felt his way along one of the sidewalls in the blackness, finally detecting a reddish glow that spilled from beneath a door to the right, up ahead. Clutching the handle to open it suddenly and without warning, the woman dispensed with even a cursory knock. “This is the girl,” she said, pushing open the door without entering. As he was ushered inside, Adi immediately took store of the vision sitting on the edge of the bed before him. She was still in her late teens, he guessed, and with shiny dark hair and velvety, coffee-coloured skin, a girl who was every bit a classic Indonesian beauty. “I come back in one hour, ’Nak,” the receptionist reassured her. Things had become ugly of late at Endang’s, leaving many of the girls less self-confident than before. The woman then ran a final, calculating look over Adi before departing. Once the door was closed, sealing the couple within, it was the young Detective who was then forced to break the ice. “Would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions?” he asked, politely. “What question?” The harsh tone of the girl’s voice was incongruous, set against her soft features. “I’d just like to ask about one of your… your customers,” he continued. “He’s an army Captain. I think you know who I mean.” “Bastard!” the girl, now agitated, spat. “Look, I’m sorry to cause you any distress, but I’d really like to know whatever it is he may have said to you, in particu–” “Why I trust you? I don’t trust own parents. Why you, then? Huh?” the girl snapped, cutting across Adi’s dulcet tones, as he sought to smooth a passage to the information he wished to find. “OK. For one, I’m a Detective.” He reached inside his black leather jacket to retrieve his badge from a pocket. But this served only to produce the opposite reaction to that which he intended. “Bastard! All bastard! Police, army, all unifo–” “No!” Now it was Adi’s turn to interrupt. “Not true!” Silence. “Look. That’s simply not true,” he soothed her. “Now, let’s start with your name…”

posted by Kirk at 8:33 pm  

1 Comment »

  1. Jack…

    Hello. Very good article…

    Trackback by Jack — March 31, 2008 @ 10:55 am

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