CONFINEMENT

CH 101 - ASMORO

The noble woman walked down the underground detention hall to the outside accompanied by several guards.Before leaving the Bhayangkara command center, Ms. Warika said,

"Get the young man out and take him to the infirmary."

"The air in the basement will worsen her condition" the middle-aged woman told the guards.

The guards looked at each other at the request of the wife of the heir of the Garuda Gold dynasty, one of the guards who looked more senior said,

"Sorry Madam."

"We dare not do so without the command of our Chief or the knowledge of the Governor" replied the Guard, bowing his head.

"We are afraid of being blamed by Him, Madam." he added.

The gaze of Madam Warika coldly pointed at the Guard in front of her, the woman snorted in annoyance.

"Here you go, do as I say."

"Tell my sister or your boss later, if all this is on Bendowo's orders."

"i'm in full responsibility for all this" said Madam Warika ketus.

The guard was seen discussing for a moment with his comrades, the man then said.

"Alright Madam, the young man will be moved to the treatment room."

"However, I and some of my colleagues will be guarding the medical hall."

"Anyway the status of that young man is still a prisoner in this command center."

"And we don't want to take the risk that would make us later blamed in carrying out the task." said the guard explained to Mrs Warika.

Mrs Warika nodded her head, as several guards rushed back to the cellar where Muhibbin was.

"So is better."

"Tell my brother and your boss, I asked for it."

"Now I'm going back to the governor's residence."

"you don't need to drive me." concluded the middle-aged woman and the Guard in front of her nodding respectfully. Madam Warika hurried to step out of the room, moments later seen in the distance, The woman stopped a Delman that flashed before her.

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Late in the afternoon it looks dim, mega-mega in the sky of the Beach Country looks wriggling. Moist air delivered by the breeze as if giving a message that the rain will fall soaking the earth Nirwana pieces.

In a magnificent house in the middle of the city of the State of the Beach, two middle-aged men were talking in front of the porch of the building, seen on the faces of both grievances with what they discussed.

"That's how Mr. Manguntur is at the moment."

"Me and Balian Kanta are worried about the people,"

"If this event is not resolved soon, I fear the people will take action that will create chaos in our country." said the big tall man to one of the men in front of him. The two are none other than Jero Pecalang, the leader of Batubulan village security and Mr. Sirkun, the generous businessman from the Coconut Country.

Mr. Sirkun looks mangosteen to hear what Jero Pecalang explained to him. The shady-faced man was overwhelmed by the tragic events that befell Jero Mekel and the Muhibbin family a few days ago. The massacre by a group of unknown people using the attributes of Bhayangkara against the character from Manguntur will make a shock in the Beach Country if not handled carefully.

"I understand and understand the concerns of Jero Pecalang."

"However Jero Mekel is a role model in Tuan village."

"Personally, we are also in close contact."

"This incident disturbs our humanity" the man said with a sigh.

"Indeed before that incident, me and the late Jero Mekel had a conversation."

"Mendiang Jero Mekel asked for my help to bridge the problems that occurred between the Youth and the Governor's host family."

"I did not expect this incident to happen to them and it happened quickly without us expecting" said Mr. Sirkun back.

"Do you suspect the Governor's master's family is doing this?" jero asked Pecalang surprised by what Sirkun said.

"I don't dare conclude like that, Jero."

"But if as we all know that Jero Mekel is a good person and does not have enemies and the Youth has been behaving naturally there are no signs as a troubled person, he said, then the events of the debate and dispute when applying for the Governor's Master's daughter could be the starting point in this investigation."

"Especially this involves the Bhayangkara forces of the Coast State."

"It's gotta be handled really carefully, Jero."

"I will help as much as I can in resolving the grudge of all this." concluded Mr. Sirkun to the guest in front of him.

The situation returned to silence, a moment later Sirkun again said,

"Then where is the young man today, Jero." asked Sirkun again.

Jero Pecalang was silent for a moment, seen the man sigh.

"Since his sister's funeral, Muhibbin has not been seen in Manguntur, sir."

"It is possible that he is still in Surau An Nur and I have asked my men to pick him up" replied Jero Pecalang back.

Mr. Sirkun mangosteen,

"I understand and understand how Muhibbin feels."

"This incident is very heavy and makes us all feel lost especially to the Youth."

"All right, sir,"

"Before I thank you for your permission, you accepted my arrival and will help my people in Manguntur" Jero Pecalang said respectfully to Mr. Sirkun. The generous businessman smiled gently and said,

"Jero needn't be shaken."

"Mendiang Jero Mekel and the citizens of Maguntur are my brothers."

"I will help you as much as I can, Jero." replied Mr. Sirkun softly, a look of sincerity on the face of the generous Entrepreneur.

Jero Pecalang nodded his head to get a soothing answer from the person in front of him.

"Thank you again, sir."

"Then, I beg you to leave."

"Because at Manguntur Jero Balian Kanta and the citizens are waiting for me" said the man while standing and saluting Mr. Sirkun.

Mr. Sirkun shook Jero Pecalang's hand with a warm smile always on his lips, then the two stepped towards the gate. From inside the luxurious house, a pair of eyes look at the direction where Sirkun and Jero Pecalang are located, the girl is Disya Kumala Dewi only princess Sirkun.

From her beautiful face saw the grains of tears melt on her cheeks, the girl was sobbed in the living room and her face bowed bitterly.

Suddenly a voice surprised him,

"Hi, why are you crying?"

"What makes you sad, son?" ask the voice that none other than Mr. Circun to Disya.

The girl pierced her father's body and hugged him, her cries becoming more and more in his arms.

"Hi, what's wrong with you, Dis?

"What's going on?" ask sir Sirkun back.

Stammered and face puffy, Disya raised her face.

"I beg you! please Ibbin, huh."

"However the Ibbin family used to be very close to our time on the estate."

"The late father of Samarta and his brother Ibbin were close friends."

"Bah Ibbin died because of my mistake, too, Dad."

"Now Ibbin is in a state of calamity and it must have hit his feelings a lot."

"I beg you! Help her, Dad." said Disaya flocked her father with pity.

Mr. Sirkun stroked the princess's hair, huh! Disya is actually the son of his younger brother Samarta, since the accident caused the entire family of his younger brother was not helped and left Disya who was seriously injured, since then Mr. Sirkun took care of Disya like his biological son

"Dad will do everything he can to help your best friend, son."

"Now stop your crying."

"Hopefully all these problems will soon be revealed and your friend can be steadfast in dealing with them" Sirkun comforted his daughter.

Not long after, a servant approached the two of them.

"Sorry Sir."

"Outside there are guests who want to see the Master" the servant told Mr. Sirkun.

The businessman's eyes looked at his Aide.

"Who's visiting, waiter?" ask the man to his assistant.

"He is the Governor, sir." replied the servant again.

Sir Sirkun was flabbergasted and said again,

"Why didn't you tell me to go inside?"

"Where is he now?" he was surprised while releasing Disya's embrace from him.

"I've allowed it but He won't, sir."

"Now he is in the front porch." replied the servant again.

"Alright, now you prepare a drink for the Governor. I'll see him soon." cried Sir Circun to his Servant and the Servant rushed backwards following his master's orders.

"Son, I'll meet Mr. Timoti up ahead."

"You don't keep on being sad."

"Later father will ask the Governor to investigate the matter completely."

"It just so happens that he is currently in our house" said Mr. Sirkun to appease his daughter.

Disya nodded slowly, wiping her tears with the pink handkerchief she was holding. A moment later Mr. Sirkun passed to the front porch leaving Disya alone, for a moment the girl looked at the departure of her father, without feeling in the kiss of the handkerchief, there was a haru feeling and regret felt, she felt,

"I'm sorry, Bin."

"I can't do much to help you" he murmured inwardly.

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