One year has passed, Hari Wijaya's life is getting more and more chaotic. The apartment he lives in, once always clean and fragrant with spices, now almost every corner of the room has a musty smell and rotten food, cigarette butts and the remains of liquor sparks are scattered everywhere.
Now, Hari Wijaya lives life as if without a soul. He seems to have buried all his dreams, walking without having a direction and purpose, apart from waiting for death.
Even his biological desires have been extinguished. To make matters worse, he once intended to amputate his own vital organs while in a drunken stupor.
Fortunately, he could not bear the pain and sting when the penknife in his hand cut a little skin on his manhood. Finally, he vented his anger by hitting the bathroom wall until his hands bled.
That day, Hari Wijaya woke up from his sleep when someone knocked quite hard on the door of his apartment. His face scowled, his eyelids still lazily looking at the world that no longer felt friendly.
"Morning sir," greeted an elderly woman standing in front of his apartment door with a friendly smile.
"Hem ..." Hari Wijaya replied, trying to open his eyes wider.
"Do you know the person who lives next door?" Asked the old woman while pointing to Bianca's apartment.
Hari Wijaya's mouth opened slightly. He studied the person's face carefully.
"Bianca?" Asked Hari Wijaya.
"Oh, thank goodness, you know her. She's right sir, she's my daughter, do you know where Bianca moved to?" Asked the woman again, smiling with a frown at the corner of her lips. At first glance, there was concern in the corners of her eyes.
Hari Wijaya looked confused, his head suddenly dizzy, his chest felt tight again, he almost fell.
"What's wrong?" Asked the woman, surprised.
"None of my business," Hari Wijaya replied briefly, bringing his hands forward, refusing the woman's help to prop him up.
"What do you mean?" Asked the woman, her face becoming glum.
"None of my business, where did your daughter move to, I don't want to know, now please stay away from my apartment door!" Hari Wijaya snapped a little rudely.
"Oh,"
The old woman looked surprised and frightened, she moved back slowly, her wrinkled hands shaking while holding her mouth curled down.
A few moments later, Hari Wijaya closed the door to his apartment roughly before he walked back to his room and threw himself on his bed, he closed his eyes again.
At around 12 noon, Hari Wijaya was again awakened by the sound of knocking from outside his apartment door. Suddenly he felt something hot under his stomach, while scratching the hair on the top of his head, he walked lazily to the bathroom and urinated, then walked to the front room and opened the door to his apartment.
"Woouuh!"
Suddenly there was a small scream from a woman around 23 years old, immediately the woman stepped back while closing both eyeballs. A second later, the woman pointed hesitantly at Hari Wijaya's pants.
"Owhh..."
Hari Wijaya looked equally surprised when he found his reproductive organs still hanging and peeking between the zipper of his pants. His face reddened, he then rushed to secure his weapon of honor with an embarrassed smile.
The tips of the woman's ears looked red. He was still standing still, looking like his palms were massaging each other, as if he wanted to calm his heartbeat which suddenly seemed to want to explode.
"Good afternoon Mr. Hari Wijaya, please meet me, I'm Detective Rosa," said the woman.
"Hem..." Hari Wijaya replied with a flat face and voice.
"May I come in?" Asked the woman hesitantly.
Hari Wijaya came in and vacated the door. He took a glass and poured whisky, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette and invited the woman to sit on the sofa in front of him.
"Excuse me, if I may, you'd better put some clothes on first,"
Asking the woman, she felt bad, to be precise, she couldn't let go of her focus at all, her gaze on Hari Wijaya's broad chest unavoidable.
Her face immediately looked sullen when Hari Wijaya shook his head, as a signal that he refused to wear clothes.
Hari Wijaya didn't want the woman to linger there, so he tried to make the situation uncomfortable. He even forced his farts to come out, but he was unsuccessful.
"Well, Mr. Hari Wijaya, do you know where Bianca moved to?" Rosa asked.
"No."
"When was the last time you saw her?"
"I've forgotten, I don't know anything, now please come out!"
"Sir!"
"Get out!" Hari Wijaya shouted, pointing at the door.
Rosa looked annoyed, she left the room, closing the door before she took a breath and understood Hari Wijaya's condition. She realized how much the current situation had ruined the man's life.
For a moment there was sympathy in her brain, but it was more than sympathy, there was something stirring in Rosa's chest that she could not understand. The image of the grown man's vital organs had pounced on the dirty nerves in her head.
Rosa clenched her hands into fists, her face hardening. Suddenly she pushed back the apartment door, and the door closed by itself after she was inside Hari Wijaya's apartment again.
The woman's face was shocked when she saw the arrogant-looking man sobbing and frowning in the corner of the sofa.
Rosa wasn't sure what to do. Her hands trembling, she wanted to calm the grown man down, but didn't know how.
"You can't go on like this, sir!" said Rosa worriedly, waiting for Hari Wijaya's angry response. A moment later he seemed a little relieved to find that Hari Wijaya only got up and sat limply with reddened eyes and wet cheeks.
Rosa's heart beat faster, she felt something strange in the warmth of her body. For the first time, she saw a rough male shed tears. And it made her fly into an incomprehensibly erotic world.
"Bianca? Bianca darling! Are you Bianca?"
Hari Wijaya suddenly stood up like a man in a trance. I don't know when he had grabbed Rosa's body and was about to hug her.
Rosa was shocked to death. Her face was tense, frightened, her eyes lit up, and she swiftly tried to avoid Hari Wijaya's drunken attack.
Hari Wijaya looked disgusted, he was still unconscious, lying and grumbling incoherently in his slump, a few seconds later he tried to get up with difficulty but always fell back.
Rosa closed her mouth. She didn't really have the heart to see Hari Wijaya's condition which was so sad. Then he gathered courage, his hands tightened and his steps were nervous, helping Hari Wijaya to get up.
Rosa was about to carry Hari Wijaya back to the sofa. However, she felt someone squeezing the back of her body. Rosa wanted to move away, but Hari Wijaya's hands were already wrapped around her waist and pulled her roughly, until their bodies were even closer together.
Rosa could even feel Hari Wijaya's heartbeat, and his breath, which smelled of alcohol, had turned into a perfume that smelled very erotic.
For a moment, she forgot the purpose of visiting the apartment, her whole body seemed to be electrified, stinging her dirty nerves.
"Mr. Hari Wijaya," Rosa whispered weakly when she realized Hari Wijaya's lips had brushed her neck. Rosa really tried not to sigh, even though the word came out like a sigh.
Hari Wijaya doesn't care, a year has forgotten his biological needs. And now, it reappeared suddenly. Although Bianca and Rosa's faces did not look at all similar, the voices of the two women were indeed very similar. Maybe, that's what aroused Hari Wijaya's passion again.
"Dear Bianca! I miss her half dead," Hari Wijaya felt he was flying into the clouds.
His hands were now running wild, exploring every curve of the young detective's body under her clothes.
Rosa's heart was broken. If only the grown man had called her by name, she would have been lulled.
But as soon as Bianca's name rang in her ears, Rosa suddenly rebelled, slamming her fist hard into Hari Wijaya's lower abdomen, just before he ran out of the apartment.
"Aaarghhh," Hari Wijaya whimpered in pain, his body rolling on the floor while holding the lower area of his stomach which felt very painful.
When Hari Wijaya woke up, he was still on the floor. He tried to get up and walk to the bathroom, then sagged his clothes and left them scattered on the floor.
After bathing, he went back into the room, looking for clothes that were still clean. He seemed to scratch the top of his head, realizing that almost all of his clothes were dirty, then returned to rudely dismantling all the contents of the wardrobe.
Hari Wijaya's eyes suddenly lit up, he saw a blood-red dress hanging in the closet. His eyeballs rose to the right, as if he was remembering something connected to the dress. Hastily, he picked up the dress, hugging it while lying on the bed.
"Why is Bianca's dress here?" she said to herself.