CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#45

*B*babyrahaanirrahiim*

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

"Oath the pocong.jijik the time I saw his face. Still vividly remembered how that bastard had stuck his machete in my face. Fortunately, Peter's grenade is already out of bullets, otherwise I would have thrown it into his head to let his brain tinge. Prosecutors shouldn't have to hold a trial, they deserve a life sentence to rot in jail!"

Elhakim was wide-eyed in his seat.

"You speak as though you're a hero only. Let's wait for daeng Fahmi, bang Azam brought him here"

Hamzah threw an empty soda can into Elhakim's face. Azam opened the door, distracting all the residents of the G30RM Laboratory. Hamzah whistled less work.

"Amboi.look at the face of your brother Ivory! As the saying goes, the dark comes out light. The sun always seems to follow it, it's amazing that people after us.Ckckck...!"

Azam gawked directly sitting next to the Ivory chair, knowing that his arrival must be a mockery - the talk of Hamzah and Elhakim.

"So, so what's it like to mate, buddy?"

Azam ignored him. Shortly thereafter Daeng Fahmi came to turn his head asking for permission. Actually no need to bother - bother asking for permission to enter, after all its existence is very much needed in the trial and cooperation.

"Well, if Fahmi still looks handsome. Because his face is always treated with water wudlu!"

"Oh great.you are indeed the genius of Hamzah. I'll make you a semi-automatic pistol later!"

Fahmi patted Hamzah on the shoulder, a heavy kangen after several months of not seeing each other.

"Ok, everyone's gathered"

Azam turned on the projector after connecting with the computer. The large logo of the G40RM is displayed there and then replaced with slides - slides many article numbers there.

"They were exposed to a layered chapter, the case in Talihan was like a chain link that was interconnected - connecting without anything clear. Although I did not expect, one of the conflicts was about personal grudges. Isn't that Fahmi?"

Azam asked but his eyes remained focused staring at the screen. Fahmi bottled mineral water, gulped it bitterly, the cheerfulness instantly evaporated just like that. Either must be happy or instead disappointed with this event, like he side of the coin that can not be separated. Happy that Fahmi met his father who had been separated for decades, but very disappointed because of all the tragedies and cases that ensnared the bastards over his father's control.

" Not to include it in the letter of demand, I want everything to be clear and clear. Because I don't think Steve Yan alone should be responsible for this passion, there's someone behind it. More powerful, cruel and heartless

Azam restores his hair that has been trimmed. Both sides are now neatly trimmed.

He leaned and turned his head towards the sky - the sky of a room made of iron. Her father-in-law asked her to take over the case. Mugkin offers can not be ignored, but Iqbal Dirgantara still give full decision rights to Azam. And his conversation with Iqbal Dirgantar in advance discussed this issue further and deeply. Azam needed time alone to ponder on it.

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Azam slowed down the speed of his car, the figure of his wife was already standing on the sidewalk with many packages of his groceries. Azam came down to help transport his groceries into the car. The princess still faithfully stood beside Asha.

There was a smile on the Princess' lips over Azam's presence.

"Come Put, you've agreed to come along..."

Asha pulled the arm of her best friend, but the Princess seemed reluctant to follow Asha said.

I don't know what was in his mind, Azam seemed not so responsive with his wife's friend.

"Hm...Sha, next time. I think I'm not feeling well today!"

Asha was surprised and a little confused. How not, they just laughed together in the minimarket and now arrived - suddenly he said he was not feeling well.

"Are you sure?"

"hum. I want to go home and rest!"

The slightly fat girl shrugged her shoulders slightly doubtfully.

"All right, you need to rest. Do we need to take you?"

Asha stroked her best friend's shoulder with all her offers.

"Ok, I'm waiting"

Azam was already in the car, not wanting to hear too much of their chatter. Suspicion must be proven, Azam like finding a piece of Puzzle among thousands of pieces missing from this case. Daughter, the girl was full of emotion, her eyes were glassy and weak when she looked at her best friend. And that further convinced his suspicions towards the princess.

After the departure of the Princess, it is now Asha's turn to enter the car and check the list of shopping items in the car. Green vegetables and fruits dominate in it. There are two boxes of meat that has been fillet and some packaging of wheat bread.

"What do I want to cook for dinner?"

Azam only glanced at his wife from the tail of his eyes.

"Whatever you cook, I'll enjoy"

Asha sighed, it was very difficult to scrape Azam's favorite food. Asha also wanted to know what was special for her husband, although Azam always said that Asha's choice was the best for her.

"Again eating more vegetables?"

"No problem"

"If I cook the meat with different spices?"

"OK"

"Will you eat some fruit soup?"

"Or you're the only one I'm eating"

Azam really turned his head to reach his wife's face. Asha accidentally dropped an apple from her hand. Azam noticed the nervousness of his wife, making her smile amusedly.

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"The defendant was named after Steven Yan, a 46-year-old Indonesian citizen. Proven guilty of conspiracy with brother Typhoon Manggalang and his plot. The defendant was charged with layered crimes, illegal logging in the Talihan forest, illegal business, kidnapping, persecution and drug use"

All of those explanations were unimportant when the judge swung the hammer three times in the courtroom. Life imprisonment was officially imposed, although Asha thought they deserved the death penalty. But let the rest of God, the great Adl be just - the just judge who will give them a trial.

Steven Yan sat snoring like a dead man, then muttered and snorted - snorting like a possessed man. Asha grabbed Azam's arm as Steven Yan slumped recklessly from the trial pulpit, glaring like a madman with red eyes all over the people there. He pointed at Asha with his sharp finger.

"You!!! Beautiful girl, you want to know who leaked all your activities? Your agenda? Who is the person who has given you important information!"

Asha trembled in fear, Azam protected her overprotective. Just a step Steven Yang dared to approach, Azam would not hesitate to play rough with him.

"He!! He's the proverb!!! The two-headed snake beside you is the mastermind!!!"

Steven laughed out loud, some officers ran to secure it. The man's body thrashed - and then slumped to the floor. His screams went to the corner of the conference room.

"Catch on too!!!! .fucking judge!!! That bitch is planning a kidnapping with us!!!"

Everyone started to step aside, Isabelle's daughter was standing alone in the room. Stiff as a statue and his face turned extremely pale.

Fahmi became the first person to realize that the trial became a civil war.

"Is it true what that bastard said?"

The princess flinched, her eyes blank. Fahmi.

"Is it really you who did it? You betrayed your best friend's trust? Asha and me?"

The princess nodded weakly.

"Fahmi.me...!"

Fahmy turned.

Hey.hey.hey..hey.sorry nih up her rather late. Give support yes...😙