Lord's Shoes

A young sergeant was to prevent the suspect grabbed a small bag from the table when Lieutenant Sardi entered. Authority is hanging on the shoulders of a small fanfare Lieutenant halt in the interrogation room without the slightest effort is wasted. The Sergeant removed his grip, letting the suspect grabbed the bag and hugged it tightly. The situation under control.

Lieutenant Sardi sat quietly and stared ahead. A piece of her past now wad across the table, sitting in a chair as a self-conscious body of the suspect. Sardi recalled.
The suspect's friend. Used. Friend at the same time, secretly, adversaries.
In each game, they always help each other mutually. People know them as twin spearheads PS. Mountain of Light. Twin spearhead sharp.

The sergeant's report on the situation. Complained, more precisely. The suspect did not want to talk. Any way it seems to no avail. Sardi inquisitive look of his statement, look for the intent behind the statement "all means".
Being stared at like that, the Sergeant was embarrassed. He dared to ask for leave. Sardi simply asked, "Where?" to express his attitude. Bright intonation means that the question for the Sergeant. His request was rejected.
"Learn how I solve this case."

Sergeant motionless not far from the edge of the table, hide the disdain that meets the stomach. The sergeant was believed, the difference both as a cop just a matter in which the rank pinned. Arm and shoulder after all only separated the armpit, it is necessary not to be cocky.

Lieutenant Sardi can not feel this disdain, as all his subordinates keep the same attitude. That morning, he did not care, choosing drowned in the file notes in front of him.
Asan. Male. Married. Entrepreneurs. 29th year. 32, corrected Sardi secretly. 3 years was taken to a game tarkam sekota, 13 years ago. At that time, each participant must be younger than 18. He knows, because it was 3 years old was also taken from him.
Sardi look into the mirror at the side of the room at her own shadow, before returning to Asan. Maybe age work twice as cruel in Asan, he looks fragile and dry.

Most people would wonder how these people can seringkih have the power to do wickedness. Asan is the alleged killer Raman cross-eyed, big bookies this city. Small hand had smashed a stone into the neck Raman, poured gasoline, and burn victims. Visum believe that the victim had not died when the fire burning.
Sardi turned to the sergeant, asked what the contents of a suspect bag.
"Shoes ball, sir."

Sardi stared intently Sgt. The sergeant thought his boss was amazed, as he did earlier. But why Lieutenant Sardi smiling? Is the academy taught to cover up feelings of wonder with a smile?

Sardi remember those shoes. 13 years ago, before the soldiers knew, Raman squint just a village class airport. He is still getting his hands dirty for the election rubbing village heads or soccer game.
That afternoon, after the first match of the competition tarkam sekota, Raman came with two pairs of shoes. The first shoe, which is then used Sardi, actually quite good. Her skin was number one, strong seams, three white lines made him look handsome. Shoes Emperor Bekenbewer, Raman said.

"They make 74 German champions," said Raman. "Lu want?" Young Sardi nodded. Later, he regretted this decision for life.
Raman squint always had a story for everything. Including for shoe-shoe. The second shoe, which dihadiahkannya in Asan, had a more exciting story.
"Ever heard of the hand of God?"

Raman held his shoes into the hands of Asan. Her skin as number one, the stitches even. The difference is, the shoe is illustrated panther pounce. "Who's flying," Raman corrected. The story is not finished yet, still be more exciting.
Raman repeated the question really is not necessary. "Ever heard of the hand of God?" Asan sparkled, his mouth dropped unconscious. Sardi nodded many times.
"It's shoes."

Asan stared in disbelief shoes. Ordinary wear shoes that are torn shoes Sardi loans. One of the worst shoes of the owners' collections of firstborn coffee. Now he has his own shoes. Unmitigated, shoes God.

Sardi repeating what he heard from his father. Comments about how God's hand musyriknya nickname. "Hensbol Satan's hand." Sardi speak for herself. Asan busy scrutinize shoes, Asan scan Raman busy.

Throughout the competition tarkam sekota, a pair of twin spearheads of Mount Light rage, for extending the ideals high. 7 goals for the emperor's shoes, 13 for the shoes God. So too, Asan is enough to make one goal only. One that transcends all the goals combined in this competition.
In the quarter-finals, the Moun
tain of Light does not loosen the attack despite leading 1-0. In one attack scheme, the position of the players suddenly imitate Argentina scheme second goal in England's goal, a month earlier.

From the middle, Asan off alone. Two colleagues, including Sardi follow from the wing. Asan kept attacking. One player passes, then the other. The third player to think enough to play the position, but instead losing run. Memapasi fourth player, after leg, but Asan contort his body with magic. The fourth player is meant to imitate the flicker but instead lost his balance, flew. The fifth player blocking with high emotion, was defeated long before dealing with Asan. In front of the goalkeeper, Asan, with a tiger in his shoes who either jumped or flew, menyontekkan ball into the left corner. Asando Diego Maradona, 2-0, legend of our village.

A year after that goal, Sardi cursed himself. 7 goals and 5 bait mature, no one will remember. How? People only remember that the party's semi-finals, beating Mount Light Tunas Harapan 3-0. If only Asan semifinal play at the party, the story must be another. If only the previous night there was no krosboi passing motorists, if it had not sunk in Asan who Haji Sanusi pool.

Sardi could never forgive the defeat. Talent scout from the two teams galatama, to look bored in the semifinals of the party, crossed spears a twin pair of Mount Light from their records. A bad decision that resulted in Indonesia failed to champion the world.
Bury the ideals, Sardi register police academy. Still, it failed to bury a piece of suspicion. This suspicion was too convincing.

In the afternoon after Asan created a special goal, Raman came, specifically looking for Asan. Both speak in the corner, furtively. In that conversation, Asan face quickly changed from happy to be tense and anxious and scared.
In the evening, a knock at Sardi's bedroom window from outside. That beats Asan. A moment later, they crept through the night to the house Raman cross-eyed. At the end of the journey home, return the shoes Asan reason God did not also bright. Along the way Asan voiceless. The one time he spoke, only when they parted. It also does not explain the matter.

"I do not have shoes anymore."
Sardi promised to lend one of her shoes.
"The usual course." Sardi nodded.

Shoes were not so borrowed, because the next night hit Asan run. Handling bad hospital stop football career. Friendship both ends of the spear also subsided. Asan always avoid.
Shortly after his recovery and accept fate lame leg, Asan worked for Raman. More precisely, Raman came to offer a job. After that, 13 years of road rush, army changed the stakes Raman rich, but certainly not houseboy-assistant.
Asan was married, briefly. His wife ran off with a dangdut singer, not from the Asan who was disappointing since the first week, but from a little boy hyperactive result of their marriage. The boy is now Sardi's son's age. Both are now crazy about playing football.
13 years old, thought Lieutenant Sardi. Why so long?

Like the last 13 years, is now also Asan avoid. He looked down. They both sat facing each other, but there will be no one who can sniff out a soft hint that the two knew each other. Moreover, sniffed that they had passed on another occasion, before this. A week ago, on the edge of a soccer field, watching a game of two groups of boys, the two sat close together. No, no one could have guessed. No one will know, because even Sardi and Asan has promised to forget this encounter.

Opportunities, Sardi said to himself, answering his own question. That's why. Every grudge takes time. Of course, no doubt. Sardi have struggled with the criminals, he understood their basic character. Mistaken if they simply rely on looking at desperate vein. Tertangguh criminals are those most able to create opportunities. No, not just the opportunity to commit a crime. The most important is the opportunity to design it. Raman squint well aware of this.

Bookies were shrewd enough to take care of Asan, especially because he knew his crime, in turn, will be revealed. Raman tactical, if finally Asan found that the accident in the pool Haji Sanusi occurred at his command, strict control will prevent revenge Asan. Being in control means the opportunity to design Asan anything for themselves. Too narrow a narrow chance of courage. That's the recipe.

A good recipe, thought Lieutenant Sardi, but not necessarily effective. What if there was someone else, other events, which allows an opportunity is created. Raman squint could keep watching Asan, but he could not watch everything. He can not put all people into the pocket. He could try, but there are limits to the bag area.
Raman Sardi's face when he was surprised to find flames spreading over the skin. Does he have the opportunity to scream?

Asan sat with his head kept down. Is that his little friend had doubts? What he now regrets? He looked troubled. Yes, he should be sorry. Penyesalanlah distinguishes between himself and the kind of criminal Raman. What distinguishes us with him, Sardi said quietly. Running a chance could mean a traitor to the small hearts.
Small hearts, he knows a lot about this. Coffee business is not very good father when he registered at the police academy. In fact, the price so high a bribe bribed. Since then, his life spout. Maybe even since before. Since shoes Emperor received. Raman cross-eyed not get enough of bekingan army, he was also an opportunity to create between himself and a candidate for rookie of the Mountain of Light.

Raman cross-eyed and all the opportunities it created, all deserve to die. Sardi can not imagine how many people were saved, how many opportunities silenced crime.
Sardi smiled, concluded. There was no end to the most appropriate for a criminal to death at the hands other than his own gun. Two weapons that eat their own master. As if someone else thought of, it was not because most people tend to remember who makes goals. Sardi had made peace with himself. There was no harm done to give feedback. Moreover God Emperor was defeated in Mexico 86.
Lieutenant Sardi getting rid of the case before him. He turned to the sergeant, asked "I understand?"

The sergeant shook his head, amazed. What can be understood, learned? Since last Lieutenant Sardi just read.
"That's what makes you and me lieutenant sergeant. Motive, oppressed workers, cruel employers, labor revenge. Simple. It's not murder. This man is too cowardly for that."
"Gasoline, sir?"
"Read again his file."
"His shoes?"
"This is not a detective story. Unless you think so."
The sergeant shook his head, weak.

Lieutenant Sardi, carrying a small bag, walked casually into the parking lot toward his car. In the car, two boys smiled cheerfully welcomed. Little boy who sat in front, this is his son. 7-8 years he will rampant with the emperor's shoes. The boy who sat in the back, a new member of his family, stuck his tongue still calling him Uncle, not my father.
"This is from your father." His adopted son received the bag awkwardly, not daring to open it.

"What is it?" Said his own son, curious.
"Ever heard of the hand of God?"
Both of them shook his head.

Along the way, Lieutenant Sardi about the World Cup 86. One famous Maradona's goal is a combination of little work and a little head work hand of God, but that's not how. In the quarter-finals, Asan, friends, past five players before the bowed Peter Shilton. In the semifinals they defeated PS. Tunas Harapan 3-0. Never mind. Any ideals deserve a second chance, as Indonesia has the right world champion.
"The second goal was, is his shoes." ***