CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#47

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Muhammad

Wa'ala Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

Laptops are now used as a source of information. Azam researched every public opinion on the Steven Yan case. I accidentally saw one of the comments from a netizen. It was explained that Steven Yan had a dirty business with a prestigious TNI member.

Azam looked up at the sky - the sky of his study, occasionally turning to the glass display case filled with miniature collections of aircraft. Miniature - a dashing miniature that is often cleaned Asha.

"Tni city? TNI and Steven Yan members are also Sahrir Tanjung?"

The word keeps being reworked, like finding the right path. If it's true what Iqbal Dirgantara said.

Not in vain his search to find a bright spot, a military book belonging to Dirga helped him in uncovering various possibilities. One name who once stumbled on a gambling case with Steven Yan at his nightclub, only that one name finally got a good name cleanup back. Then the case just evaporated.

Azam reached out to his cell phone, deftly found his number-in-law. Hopefully the man is not angry because his rest time is disturbed.

"Yes?"

Connecting on the third ring.

Azam immediately snatched.

"Again, I'll go along with Papa's union plan. I'm going to follow Sahrir Tanjung"

Azam frowned, why just say his name was uncomfortable tongue.

Iqbal Dirgantara's night voice at the beginning of the direct connection changed. His daughter-in-law's willingness will be an extraordinary opportunity.

"Good, I'm waiting for you at the Battalion's office"

"My Hubby, it's been too night time to work. See the wall clock? You need a break too!"

Asha had passed twice before the door of her study that was left open, carrying a pile of clothes already ironed. Holidays at the Hospital, a busy day with homework.

Azam's concentration was split in two, between researching information and stealing glances at the image of Asha's nightgown bouncing against the wall. Damn right, why does his beautiful wife have to wear such a short cloth? In addition to interfering with his piled up work, it could also be fatal by inflicting fantasies on his head. Only Asha's lips and body can be embraced haunting the entire hour Azam struggled with hundreds of papers.

Azam shut down the speaker phone a little.

"I'll be here at 8am, with Hamzah"

Azam hit his shoulder slowly, reading and pervading the case made his head pound violently. He needed an aspirin pill as usual.

"My Hubby, take a rest..."

Asha shouted, her small steps getting closer.

"Send my regards to him"

The voice and intonation of Iqbal Dirgantara arrived - suddenly turned soft and full of longing for his only daughter.

"I'll tell you"

Sahut Azam respectfully, disconnected their conversation shortly afterwards.

"Do I need to turn off the laptop?"

Asha's pouting face appeared beside the door, funny as his wife sulked like that.

"No need, I can do it myself"

Azam boasted a smile, tired and his dizziness disappeared instantly because of Asha. Laptops and important books.

But Asha was leaving.

"Alright, if the great master doesn't need my help!"

Azam raised an eyebrow, Asha left just like that. But Azam is inexhaustible, not in the Line application. That kissed emoticon usually always makes Asha melt. Azam was willing to take it for his wife.

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Lettu Pandjaitan clasped tightly as they shook hands, staring at him while recalling something. It was fortunate that the awkward atmosphere immediately melted as the figure of Iqbal Dirgantara entered the room in his sky blue military attire. Lettu then spoke up.

"I have been friends for decades with your father-in-law, Khairul Azam. There are no secrets between us, including our stalking of Marshal Sahrir Tanjung"

"You know very well like the President who has a working cabinet, and the results of his work are monitored by the state. And so we, too, have control over high-ranking officers. The extent of his achievements and his service to the nation and nation"

Said Lettu, strongest and strong. Suitable if juxtaposed with Iqbal Dirgantara, it is appropriate that they are old friends.

"Me and Dirga became a secret team, assessing our Marshal's work axis. And you can guess it, and you can guess it. We found irregularities on Marseka Sahrir Tanjung over the past 12 years. No hope of knowing other than us"

"Why don't you try to file it with the Military High Court?"

"And started the second war with me?"

Sambar Dirga's.

"You know doing that is actually the same as listing me as the main plaintiff. For so many I have scavenged the truth about him"

Azam took a deep breath - deep.

"Then the man's morale was broken, why was he chosen to be a marshal"

Iqbal Dirgantara and Lettu Pandjaitan glanced at each other.

"You really don't know the case that shook the Air Force many years ago in Cianjur City?"

Azam shrug.

"I don't have any interest in knowing people's problems"

"Public campaign, he managed to take our lead's heart. Sahrir Tanjung then only served as an ordinary officer. As if rejecting the arranged marriage made by his family on the grounds of the interests of military unity, and finally replaced by his brother-sister. Naas, his entire family including both parents died due to an accident in the matchmaking journey and his younger brother until now not found his body. He wept roaring like a madman even though he was the one who killed his family"

Dirga.

"Then he was taken for granted to be a high officer because of empathy"

The bridge is sharp, with Azam beads. Typical black, shiny black beetle back.

To finish off his own family?

"Can you give a humane reason?"

Lettu Panjaitan folded both his hands on his chest, a slick smile etched on his sharp lips.

"All the riots that Azam had, the events in the Talihan forest and the kidnapping of your wife, she was in control. It wasn't Steven Yan or Aziz even though they were involved as well. The real mastermind is not Sahrir Tanjung, someone already controls them. Like the theory you found last night, Sahrir Tanjung is the main suspect but you missed some important points"

"What for example?"

Azam whispered softly, too sick to hear the name Sahrir Tanjung. The marshal must be careful if what Lettu says is all true. Because he won't let any part of his life get hurt.

Iqbal Dirgantara closed his twilight eyes, only this time Azam saw the Lieutenant Colonel was very tired.

"There are so many motives that a person uses to do evil, and one of them is a past grudge"

Clearly, take off his task hat, then pay attention to the object carefully.

"How much testing do I have to go through to defend this thing, do you understand now? Sahrir Tanjung I don't know his identity yet. But I'm suspicious, he'll take my daughter if we're all wiped out"

Azam was stunned in his chair, a moment of dizziness struck him with great force. For a few seconds his head was in the darkness. Hamzah who was beside him did not have time to record anything, he realized how strange this conflict was.

"Then stop him!"

His voice sounded short and rude.

Dirga laughed sadly, blandly.

"You're gonna get rid of him!"

"I'll kill him!"

Dirga patted Lettu Pandjaitan on the back and joked.

"You see that, Dja? That's why I let him marry my daughter. You are brave and tough Azam, I admit that. But not everything you hate has to be killed. Believe me, I could have done it long ago that day"

There are still those who wonder what the conflict is.