Flashback: How Yafie and Aulia First Met in Bekasi, August 2018 – Pancong Balap Summarecon Bekasi

It was a warm afternoon in Bekasi, just weeks before the 18th Asian Games were set to begin in Jakarta and Palembang. The streets near the Summarecon Bekasi Jalan Bulevar Selatan and Jalan Perjuangan intersection buzzed with anticipation. The aroma of freshly cooked Pancong cakes filled the air near the bustling Pancong Balap food stall.

Yafie stood at the counter, ordering his favorite Pancong cake. The light from the setting sun glinted off his glasses as he spoke to the vendor in Indonesian.

"Saya pesan Pancong keju coklatnya, Pak. Yang setengah matang aja."
("I'll have the chocolate and cheese Pancong, sir. Half-cooked, please.")

As the vendor worked on his order, a young Kintamani-Shiba Inu mix, Aulia, approached the stall. She glanced at the menu and then noticed Yafie standing nearby.

"Masih ramai ya tempat ini. Aku kira bakal sepi."
("Still crowded, huh? I thought it would be quiet.")

Yafie turned toward her and shrugged.

"Biasanya sih selalu ramai sore-sore begini."
("It's usually crowded around this time.")

A Conversation Sparks

Aulia ordered her own Pancong and stood beside Yafie as they waited. Their conversation soon drifted to the upcoming Asian Games.

Aulia said.

"Jadi kamu mau berkunjung ke Jakarta untuk melihat Asian Games?"
("So, are you planning to visit Jakarta to watch the Asian Games?")

Yafie said.

"Enggak. Aku akan tetap sendiri, aku sangat sibuk, terutama membuat konten untuk OpenBVE. Tapi konten ini bukan untuk publik."
("No. I'll stay by myself. I'm really busy, especially creating content for OpenBVE. But this content isn't for public use.")

Aulia tilted her head in curiosity.

"OpenBVE? Apa itu?"
("OpenBVE? What's that?")

"Itu simulator kereta api. Aku suka bikin rute atau modifikasi. Tapi belakangan, aku nggak terlalu aktif. Aku ada masalah sama PT Kereta Api Indonesia."
("It's a train simulator. I like creating routes or mods. But lately, I haven't been too active. I had an issue with PT Kereta Api Indonesia.")

Aulia raised an eyebrow.

"Masalah? Kok bisa?"
("An issue? What happened?")

A Heated Memory

Yafie sighed, adjusting his stance as he began recounting his frustrating encounter with PT KAI's security officers.

"Aku juga memiliki hubungan yang buruk dengan Kereta Api Indonesia, karena PKD bajingan mereka."
("I also have a bad relationship with Kereta Api Indonesia, because of their rude security officers.")

He went on, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"Hal itu terjadi ketika aku berada di Stasiun Cikarang, seminggu setelah perpanjangan rute Commuter Line, KCJ-nya PT KAI membuka rute perpanjangan jalur Bekasi."
("This happened when I was at Cikarang Station, a week after the Commuter Line extension, when PT KAI's KCJ opened the extended Bekasi route.")

Aulia nodded, her ears twitching in interest as he continued.

"Aku lagi syuting di perlintasan kereta api ketika kereta akan lewat. Tapi aku nggak dengar PKD mereka bilang ke aku. Dia bilang, 'Gak boleh foto, Mas.' Lalu keributan terjadi."
("I was filming at the railway crossing when the train was about to pass. But I didn't hear their security officer telling me, 'You can't take photos, sir.' Then a commotion happened.")

Aulia listened attentively, occasionally nodding as she empathized with his frustration.

Introductions and Dreams

Before Aulia could respond, the vendor called out to Yafie.

"Pancong keju coklatnya sudah jadi!"
("Your chocolate and cheese Pancong is ready!")

Yafie took his order and looked back at Aulia.

"By the way, kamu siapa?"
("By the way, who are you?")

Aulia smiled warmly.

"Aulia, Aulia Dwi Ratnasari."
("Aulia, Aulia Dwi Ratnasari.")

"Yafie Achmad Raihan."
("Yafie Achmad Raihan.")

They exchanged smiles before Aulia shared her own plans.

"By the way, tahun depan aku mau ke Australia untuk kuliah dan menetap di sana."
("By the way, next year, I'm planning to go to Australia to study and live there.")

"Bagus tuh. Untuk saat ini, aku belum ada rencana mau ke sana."
("That's great. For now, I have no plans to go there.")

The conversation took a somber turn as Yafie mentioned his father.

"Tapi saat ini Ayah sedang sakit. Natriumnya kurang. Jadinya aku ke sini pakai Grab."
("But right now, my dad is sick. His sodium levels are low. So I came here using Grab.")

Aulia's expression softened.

"Ya ampun, semoga Ayahmu diberi kesembuhan."
("Oh dear, I hope your dad gets better soon.")

"Amin."
("Amen.")

A Sweet Farewell

As Yafie enjoyed his Pancong cake, their conversation drifted to lighter topics. Little did they know that this chance encounter would mark the beginning of a profound connection, one that would follow them across continents and years.

Present Day: June 18, 2025 At Yafie's Apartment

Inside his dimly lit apartment, Yafie sat alone on the couch, tears streaming down his face. He clutched a photo of himself and Aulia Dwi Ratnasari from years ago, their smiles frozen in a moment of joy. The memories of their first meeting at Pancong Balap in Bekasi played in his mind like an old film reel.

His sobs echoed softly through the room. Jonathan Mark, who had just entered, stood in silence, his ears drooping as he saw his friend in pain.

"I miss her so much, Jonathan," Yafie choked out between sobs. "I... I still can't believe she's gone."

Jonathan stepped closer, hesitant but empathetic.

"Yafie, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine the pain you're going through," he said, his voice trembling.

Yafie nodded, wiping his tears but unable to stop them from falling again.

"I did what I had to do," he muttered, his voice breaking. "But it doesn't bring her back."

Jonathan looked down, his paws clenching. He wanted to comfort Yafie, but he knew words would never be enough.

At Hoshi's Home
Miles away, under a clear sky, Hoshi sat in his quiet home, staring at a box of old photographs spread across his coffee table. He picked up a photo of himself and his ex-wife, Janet Ng, taken years ago. His fingers trembled as he traced the edges of the picture.

The memories of their tumultuous relationship and the events that followed flooded his mind.

Flashback: Early 2020 – A Rainy Night in Brisbane

Hoshi stood in his living room, glaring at Janet Ng, her face contorted with anger. The rain outside tapped furiously against the windows as their voices clashed in a heated argument.

"You always think there's nothing in this fucked-up world!" Janet barked, her tone sharp and furious. "While the news repeats the same virus over and over, exaggerating the headlines!"

"At least that's what the world is struggling with right now!" Hoshi growled back. His tone was equally furious, his tail stiff with tension. "One of my friends caught COVID last week! Admit that it's real!"

Janet's eyes narrowed.

"You don't respect women like me! I'm fucking outta here right fucking now!" she snapped, grabbing her coat.

Without another word, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Hoshi stood in the silence that followed, his heart pounding.

Flashback: September 2020 – The Divorce

The weather mirrored the despair in Hoshi's heart as he sat in the courthouse, signing the papers that would officially end his marriage. Janet, sitting across from him, seemed indifferent, her eyes cold and distant.

As he walked out of the courthouse, a mixture of sadness and anger swirled within him.

"I'll make her pay the price," he muttered under his breath.

Flashback: The Plan and Execution

Later that month, Hoshi contacted his old friend Leon Walker, a Pitbull-German Shepherd mix.

"Hi, Leon. Can you send your henchmen to take care of Janet Ng?" Hoshi asked over the phone.

"They're ready, sir. It's a green light," Leon replied without hesitation.

The plan was set in motion. On a scattered-weather day in Brisbane, Janet Ng was at a Chinese takeaway restaurant, unaware of what was about to happen. Leon's six henchmen, masked due to the pandemic, executed the plan flawlessly.

Inside the box trailer of Leon's black 2017 Isuzu MU-X, Janet struggled, her screams muffled by Max Arthur's paw.

Later, Hoshi received a call from Leon.

"We got her. What do you want us to do?" Leon asked.

"Do whatever you want," Hoshi said coldly. "Perish her or whatever. She's a real bitch."

The next day, the news broke:

"A body of a female Rottweiler was found dead at the bush at Mount Coot-tha Lookout."

Hoshi watched the news with mixed emotions, his face unreadable. When his phone beeped with a message from Leon, he read it with satisfaction.

"Sir, that bitch is done. Her body is at Mount Coot-tha Lookout. We killed her at The Gap when she tried to escape. William took her out with his revolver. We're clearing our tracks. Take care."

Hoshi replied curtly:

"Keep it a secret. No one must know."

Back to Present Day

Hoshi shook his head, setting the photo back into the box. The weight of his actions still lingered, but he convinced himself it was justified.

In the stillness of the room, he whispered to himself:

"Some things are better left in the past."

At Yafie's Apartment – June 18, 2025

Inside the apartment, tension filled the air as Yafie sat quietly in his bedroom, listening intently to the voices outside. Jonathan Mark, his loyal dachshund friend, stood at the door, visibly anxious. The persistent knocking continued, accompanied by the familiar voices of Radley, Bandit, and Stripe Heeler.

"Open the door, Yafie!" Radley called, his voice firm.

"We're going to talk about our parents," Bandit added, his tone serious but calm.

"And this—" Stripe said, holding up the piece of evidence, "is what you threw at our parents' apartment. My dad brought this to me yesterday. We need answers."
Stripe was holding a police disguise—a jacket and cap with a fake badge—that Yafie had worn during his secret operation to eliminate Reuben Johansson two nights ago.

Inside the Apartment

Yafie glanced at Jonathan, his expression stern but his voice a low whisper.

"Jonathan, don't open the door. Tell them I'm not here. Say I went to Canberra for a week."

Jonathan hesitated, looking at his friend with concern.

"But—"

Before he could finish, Yafie's sharp glare cut him off. His voice remained quiet, but the intensity in his eyes left no room for debate.

"Do it."

Reluctantly, Jonathan opened the door, stepping out to face the Heeler brothers, Frisky, Chilli, Trixie, Bluey, Bingo, Muffin, and Socks. He forced a nervous smile as the group peered into the apartment behind him.

"Where's Yafie?" Bandit asked, his eyes narrowing.

"He's not here," Jonathan replied, trying to sound casual. "I'm just staying here until the owner gets back. He's visiting Canberra and won't return until next week."

The Interrogation

Stripe frowned, holding up the police disguise.

"Then explain this," he said. "My dad found it outside their apartment."

Jonathan's eyes widened at the sight of the disguise, his heart racing.

"That doesn't belong to anyone here," he stammered. "There's no one in this apartment who works for the police. Please, put that thing away."

The group exchanged skeptical glances. Bandit crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving Jonathan.

"Jonathan, if there's something you're not telling us, now's the time. This is serious," Bandit said.

Before the situation could escalate further, a voice interrupted them.

Detective Harold Arrives

Detective Harold, a seasoned Beagle with a keen eye, appeared at the door. He was there following up on the investigation surrounding Reuben Johansson's death.

"Hello, mates," Harold greeted, his tone friendly but commanding enough to draw everyone's attention.

"Hello, sir," Stripe responded, the rest of the group echoing the greeting in unison.

Harold stepped inside, noting the tension in the room. He glanced at the police disguise in Stripe's hands and then at Jonathan's anxious expression.

"Seems like I walked in on something interesting," Harold remarked. "Mind if I explain what's really going on?"

The Detective's Explanation

The group nodded hesitantly, stepping aside to let Harold speak.

"First off, I'm investigating the death of Reuben Johansson. A key piece of evidence points to someone disguising themselves as a police officer to gain access to his apartment that night," Harold began.

Jonathan swallowed hard, and Yafie, hidden in his bedroom, felt his pulse quicken.

"While I can't disclose too much, I'll say this: whoever wore that disguise likely had a personal motive. Reuben wasn't an innocent man. He had enemies, but the method of his death suggests someone who knew exactly what they were doing."

Harold's eyes scanned the group, his sharp gaze lingering on Jonathan.

"If anyone here knows anything about that disguise or why it ended up at Bob and Chris's apartment, now's the time to speak up."

The room fell silent. Jonathan struggled to maintain his composure, knowing Yafie's fate rested on his ability to keep the truth hidden. The Heeler brothers exchanged uncertain looks, while Harold patiently awaited a response.

Inside the bedroom, Yafie sat frozen, his mind racing. The walls were closing in, and the weight of his actions felt heavier than ever.

Detective Harold stood in the center of the living room, his presence commanding attention. The Heeler brothers, their families, and Jonathan sat in tense silence as Harold began to speak. His tone was measured but serious, each word carrying the weight of his findings.

"I appreciate your patience. Now, let me share what we've uncovered so far about Reuben Johansson's death," Harold started, his gaze sweeping across the room.

Jonathan shifted uneasily in his seat, avoiding eye contact with Harold.

The CCTV Evidence

Harold pulled out a tablet and began playing a video. The screen showed footage from the hallway outside Reuben's unit.

"This is from the CCTV camera positioned near Reuben's door. As you can see, it captures someone in what appears to be a police uniform disguise approaching the unit late at night."

The figure on the screen—a mix of Red Kelpie, Border Collie, Blue Heeler, and Black Labrador—was wearing a complete police uniform, including a cap that obscured their face. They moved quickly and purposefully toward the door.

"Watch closely," Harold said, pointing to the screen.

The figure knocked forcefully on Reuben's door four times. After the fourth knock, the door swung open, and the figure stepped inside.

Suddenly, the audio on the video picked up a single, deafening gunshot. Moments later, the same disguised figure walked briskly out of the unit, showing no sign of panic or hesitation.

Harold paused the video.

"This is all we have from the CCTV footage. Unfortunately, the disguise and the camera angle make it difficult to identify the suspect."

The Forensics Report

Harold set the tablet aside and looked at the group.

"Now, let me tell you about the state of the victim."

Jonathan clenched his fists, his heart pounding as Harold continued.

"Reuben Johansson was found with a single gunshot wound to the forehead. The trajectory indicates a point-blank shot, and based on the entry wound, it was a small-caliber pistol."

He glanced at Stripe, who still held the police disguise.

"Whoever wore that disguise knew what they were doing. The shot was precise, and the suspect left the scene immediately after the act. This wasn't a random killing—it was premeditated."

Jonathan's Silence

Jonathan's mind raced as he replayed the events of that night in his head. He now recognized the figure in the video as his friend, Yafie. But his loyalty to Yafie kept him silent, even as Harold's words pushed him closer to the edge.

Harold's sharp eyes landed on Jonathan, sensing his unease.

"Jonathan," Harold said, his voice firm. "You've been quiet this entire time. Do you know anything about this?"

Jonathan shook his head quickly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"No... nothing," he said, his tone trembling.

Harold leaned in slightly, studying him.

"You're sure about that? Because this is your chance to come clean."

Jonathan didn't respond, his silence thickening the air in the room.

The Room's Reaction

The Heeler brothers exchanged uneasy glances. Bandit frowned, his suspicions growing, while Stripe tightened his grip on the disguise. Radley, always more cautious, remained silent, observing the situation unfold.

Chilli, Trixie, and the children looked on, their faces a mixture of confusion and concern.

"If anyone here has information about this case, withholding it could make you an accessory," Harold warned, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

But Jonathan remained resolute. He wouldn't betray his friend, no matter how much pressure was placed on him.

The Stakes Rise

Harold sighed, his frustration evident.

"This isn't over. The truth will come out, one way or another," he said, addressing the entire room. "For now, I suggest you all think carefully about what you know."

With that, Harold gathered his things and left, leaving the group in tense silence. Jonathan exhaled deeply, his thoughts a whirlwind of fear, guilt, and loyalty.

Inside the bedroom, Yafie remained hidden, his heart pounding as he realized just how close Harold was to uncovering the truth.