Kamis, 12 Mei 2011

karangan bebas tentang Crime

This time, I want to tell a short story is about a short story writer who became a murderer and thief. He named Oly. Details, Oly Balla. You ever hear it? Maybe not ever. He's not a famous writer of short stories indeed. In the city of his birth and where he lives, he is only one of a few tens of another short story writer whose work appears once every few months in one newspaper. Only a few months. Because of that he say not a short story writer who was well known people. The books of his work did not exist. If you happen to stop by the town of birth and place of residence, and then ask people you meet there about a name and short stories, I believe and can assure you, no one knows. And there are no single people in the city who claimed to have heard his name. Yes, basically that's it. So famous was he in his hometown, a writer of short stories of other areas in the city that was even admitted to not know him. I say that because of this I know from my question that kuajukan itself on the writer some time ago when I visited the city.
Then, why do I suddenly want to tell you this short story? Maybe it's a question that's on your mind. Yes, like what I called earlier, she was a writer of short stories that is not known. But since he became a murderer is also a thief, and he stole the hearts of the women in her hometown, then he was now so famous, even she now sought by the police because she was not. The problem, the police themselves, has not been well managed to catch him, until the number of casualties have been falling one by one as well. Police then held a contest to the community that city, that anyone who managed to get information about the exact whereabouts or can give life or death, that person will get a prize of 500 million. Yes, until it is. Believe it or not about this story, whatever. But you still want to listen too, right? All right.
It's almost a month, city police and the community was not well managed to find out the whereabouts of his short story writer is not famous. Prizes are offered as another form of police efforts to involve the community feels useless. A number of women in the city who were killed and declared no longer in her heart grew. Men murderer and the thief is still roaming the city. Obviously, the atmosphere became tense. The women who knew the murder and theft is no longer dare go out. They prefer quiet and do what's in the house. The women who happened to still a girl, both who work, school or college, where they prefer no-where and had to dismiss himself from all that activity. While married, they chose to actually be a wife who every day at home taking care of children and husband.
Yes, after all who would dare to lose heart just because out of the house? Lose heart because the man was taken that might suffer from mental disorders that? Men short story writer who was famous too? Ah, whoever the person will say no. And so the problem, until it's a month too, the police had not yet managed to capture the murderers and thieves men's hearts. Somehow, though as I know, the city was not for our city. The city was very small. It was a walk in there the numbers can be counted on the fingers. Therefore, the people there do not have a vehicle much like here. Because it is by foot they had been able to get to the destination. And that's the surprise, why the police never caught him? Perhaps, he was the killer and thief hearts already fled the city. Because there are so many paths that can be passed. Not just through the bridge, the sea route was the man to get out of town. Because it is an island city.
And it seems that way. The last news heard Oran g-man, the man was no longer there. This was evidenced by the failure of police to track the existence of man in every corner of town until today. In fact, they like already desperate. They now decided to let go just with the incident. The people in town choose to keep silent in the house while keeping their women. And no doubt, the city was so quiet. So like a ghost town. Never mind the night, daytime only rarely looked people in the streets. If any Oran g is out of the house, they are a man who was forced out for purposes that could not be met. While the police themselves? They seemed not to move. Until now the police can only conduct patrols every hour in every corner of the city. They can only be appealed to residents to not leave the house if there is no urgent need. Yes, the city was like death. Circumstances such as war.
That's it. Up to enter the second month, the city was still like before. It's just horrible and frightening event that by itself does not happen again. But Oran g-man in town were still afraid to go out. Especially women. Until the second month it was up. Murder and theft liver women in town that does not happen again. And the story about the man short story writer who was famous murderers and gradually no longer audible. Until over time, the town is now peaceful again as usual. Despite the trauma and memories about the incident still sticks in their minds.
You're sleepy? I know it, go to sleep. As I said from the beginning-the beginning was, that the short story is very short. And this story is finished up here. So.
***
It is still cold. Hours on the head of her husband's show at 05.00 pm dawn. He got out of bed and head for r kama shower. Overview visits her husband was still lying on the bed, and he wanted to wake her, but she revert. He knew, her husband certainly exhausted. Like the previous night, all night he had been re-reading his short stories to him until he can sleep soundly. Although the short story is told her husband was so short, but it did not reduce its worth to make it able to sleep quickly. Yes, her husband is a talented writer of short stories, he thought. Fortunately she had a husband like that. I do not know, sometimes she feels guilty, too, may be habit of writing short stories and reading the works of him that caused him too. Since such a strange disease that menyerangya insomnia a few years ago. And he would not know, what would happen if her husband had not had time to write short stories and read to him. While the questions that had been on his mind as well not go unanswered, why it is with listening to a short story written by her husband could be a drug that is strange disease?
He just touched the tip of his foot on the floor kama r bath. G Benin touched the water in the tub with her fingertips, and then he took it with a scoop that was there and menyapukannya to face. Suddenly occurred to other questions as well as water droplets seemed to touch his face. He was surprised and felt very strange, why the theme of short stories written by her husband that way last night? Indeed, he still remembers the words her husband, that he wrote the story because the characters are a murderer and thief. But is not before this he had never heard of short stories that tends creepy like that? Short stories written and read to him before going to sleep during this certainly is romantic-romantic alone. About the story of man-woman who met and fell in love, for example. About someone who is looking for her lover in a city. Or about the woman who faithfully waited for her lover in a harbor when her lover never returned to see him. And many other stories which he better be imagined than that he heard last night. But? Ah, never mind. Maybe it was just coincidence, he thought. And is not it just a mere fiction? Yes, because it is a product of art, and he then knowingly.
He went straight to the kitchen after washing her face in the bathroom. There is something that needs to be prepared for her husband. As usual, a cup of hot tea and a plate of boiled noodles. But suddenly from the direction of the front door there was a knock and a few times Oran g voice greeting. He returned surprised, who also want to visit at dawn this?
"Good morning, ma'am!" said one of the two men well-built and long hair which is now at the front door. For a moment she was silent. There's a little weird feeling in his heart.
"Morning. Look Who are you?" she said later.
"Previously sorry, we interfere. We municipal police officers. We were ordered to hold the mother's husband. He is in, right?" long-haired man said it then. Now he's really quiet. His heart began pounding. A thousand questions and wonderment now suddenly invaded his mind. While the two men who had just asked it without further ado meringsek directly into the house. A few minutes later they come out holding her husband. Felt he wanted to scream, but her voice as muffled. While her husband with a pale face seemed resigned to following the steps the two men.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Husband Mother during this person we are looking for. We must help it. And this commandment. According to the evidence there, he engaged a number of female homicides that occurred during the time in cities across. She never heard of it? Once again sorry. I can not see him tomorrow at our office. Thanks, "said the man at length to him as he continued to bring her husband into a car that was already parked in front of the house. He actually can not anything. He just watched her husband's silence brought the two men who claimed to police that. And his heart was pounding more. Until then suddenly his knees felt weak.

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