CONFINEMENT

CH 95 - THE UNREST MASTERMIND

Not long after, Mr. Timoti and a Bhayangkara arrived at the holding room which was behind the building of the headquarters of the Bhayangkara, seen tight guard carried out by its members.

Members of Bhayangkara saluted to see the arrival of Mr. Timoti, the governor of the Beach Country was also stepping down a hallway leading to a detention room located at the bottom of the building.

Moist air and dim lighting make the atmosphere of the basement room feel stuffy, unpleasant odors burst around the room.

Mr. Timori continued to step until he reached a barred room, a young man with his hands hanging up and unconscious in the middle of the detention room.

The ruler of the Beach Country pushed open the iron door that had been opened by Bhayangkara who accompanied him, the middle-aged man stepped closer to the young man who was still unconscious, who was none other than Muhibbin. It was seen that Mr. Timoti's hand was holding a bucket of water and was splashed on Muhibbin who was still unconscious.

Byyyyuuurr!

"Wake up!"

"Let's get up!" exclaimed Mr. Timoti to Muhibbib, the leader of the Coast Country pushed the young man's body with a one-meter-long rattan stick that he took from the corner of the room.

Water soaked Muhibbin's body stuck in the middle of the room with his hands hanging up, the young man blinked his eyes and woke up from his stupor.

"Good, you're awake now!" said Mr. Timoti back.

"Now say, do you know where my son Sariwati is?" asked the ruler of the Coast Country to the young man in front of him.

With his hands tied up, the young man raised his face and squinted, his eyes glaring at Mr. Timoti before him, Muhibbin still speechless.

Seeing that, the Governor of the Coast Country approached until his face was an inch with the face of Muhibbin, the left hand of Mr. Timoti clutching the jaw of Muhibbin, and the,

"Say! where's son?" said Mr. Timoti, now the middle-aged man's face reddened with a sharp look towards the young man in front of him.

"If you want to know where your daughter is, let me go?"

"Is this the treatment of nobles in this country on the little ones?"

"I'm not a bromocorah that should be treated unfairly like this!" muhibbin muttered softly, but his voice was clearly heard by Mr. Timoti.

"You don't brag, young man!"

"You have fought the law enforcement authorities and acted so casually as to injure one of the Bhayangkara members."

"Punishment like this is still not much!" mister Timoti exclaimed with a cold gaze towards Muhibbin. His hand gripped the young man's face.

Muhibbin was silent with a cynical smile on his lips even though the pain of Mr. Timoti's hand grip on his jaw began to feel.

"Take me off!"

"It's all because of the Bhayangkara's actions on my whole family that I had to fight them!"

"Ask your men, what did they do to my family or was it on your orders?" muhibbin replied coldly to Sariwati's father in front of him.

"Please!"

"Shut your mouth, me and the Bhayangkara don't know what happened to your family."

"You don't cross your limits, young man!" said Mr. Timoti growled and threw Muhibbin's face from his grip, the young man staggered back but because his hands were tied up made him not fall from the push of Mr. Timoti on him.

Muhibbin chuckled at Mr. Timoti, his voice was loud but there were tears on his cheeks,

"Hahaahaha!"

"Hahaahaha!"

"Are you satisfied now by making my life suffer?"

"Do you believe that my whole family will perish?"

"Kill me, sir!" muhibbin shouted at Mr. Timoti in front of him.

Hearing Muhibbin's cry, Mr. Timoti's face turned red withstanding his anger, but the middle-aged man did not budge, he realized that the young man was only venting the disappointment he had experienced and that it was Muhibbin who had saved his daughter from Setyanto's captivity during the Manguntur banjar attack by Bendowo's son-in-law several years ago and given his good relationship with the late Mr. Nengah Wirata perbekel Batubulan village.

"So your mouth, young man!"

"If I don't remember the kindness of Jero Mekel and your help to my son, I've had my men beat you up." said Mr. Timoti again.

The leader of the Coast Country approached the Bhayangkara members who accompanied him, Mr.Timoti was seen whispering to nearby Bhayangkara before leaving the detention room and the Bhayangkara member nodded at his master's order.

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The residence of Mr. Timoti-Home

It was seen that a guard rushed with a little step running towards the residence of the Governor of the Coast Country, while in the big house a man accompanied by a woman was sitting in the middle room of the governor's house, both of them had a serious conversation.

"Mi, if until tomorrow Wati is not found, will be put where the face of the papi if you meet the Harya family!" the man said to the woman beside him, his face looking irritated with firm strokes and a rustling molars.

"Iya Pi, Timoti has also been trying to find Wati, we just wait until later in the afternoon, if Wati has not been found and returned, then, we talk carefully with Haryo and Dewi about our children's wedding plans." replied the woman who was none other than the lady of Warika to her husband Mr. Bendowo.

"But this is a disgrace, mi!"

"But ashamed of Haryo, what would they say if they knew Wati ran away from home?"

"The kid always makes trouble!" mr. Bendowo's snort restrained his anger.

Madam Warika only fell silent at the annoyance of her husband, the woman's gaze looked uneasy.

Suddenly a guard approached the two,

"Sorry sir, madam! there was someone who wanted to meet master and that person was currently waiting in the front room with Ni Mas Sariwati."

Bendowo was shocked to hear his son's name called by the guard.

"Right you say, Guard?"

The guard only nodded his head in response to the question of the ruler of the Golden Garuda Dynasty.

"Mi, let's get ahead!" take Mr. Bendowo to his wife, the man got up after hearing the guard's report, his steps were hurriedly followed by Madame Warika and the guard behind her.

The man bowed his body saluting the descendants of the Harsuto Dynasty, while the lady ayu who sat beside him got up and ran to hug Madam Warika.

"Die! where have you been, son?" welcome Madam Warika to her daughter.

Sariwati just sobbed in the arms of the mother, while the angry gaze of Mr. Bendowo fixedly looked at her daughter.

"Bengal boy! where have you been?"

"Everyone you're dizzy with your departure!"

"Based on the child does not know in profit!" screeched the middle-aged man while raising his hand about to slap Sariwati, but Madam Warika hugged tightly and protected her daughter from the husband's anger."

"Bapi, stop!"

"Enough, is there no other way than by force!" strangled Madame Warika to her husband.

Mr. Bendowo snorted annoyed at what his wife said, the old man venting his anger by pounding the table nearby.

Bruuuaakkk!

"This child is hard to tell!"

"The punishment he's been living through hasn't made him aware of his mistakes!" hardik Mr. Bendowo with a vibrating sound.

The old man turned his gaze to the man who was still standing with his face down in front of him.

"Martin!"

"What are you doing in this country and how can Wati be with you?" asked Mr. Bendowo to the man in front of him who was none other than Martin one of his guards in the Red Garuda army.

"Sorry, Sir."

"My presence here escorts Ni Mas Habsari who is visiting this country."

"And by his order, I and my men sought Ni Mas Sariwati who went without saying goodbye and helped the Bhayangkara who were ordered by Mr. Timoti to find the whereabouts of Ni Mas Wati, Sir." replied Martin to his great master as Habsari had directed before.

Mr. Bendowo sighed before returning to say,

"Where is Habsari now?"

"How many days have I never seen him?" ask Mr. Bendowo back.

But before Martine answered his employer's question, a voice from outside was heard into the main room.

"But looking for me?"

"Did papi miss this wasted child?" answer the voice that was none other than Habsari, the lady ayu dressed in kebaya stepped in and approached the people in the main room.

"It turns out that there's still someone watching me?" habsari said with his insinuation to the father, his face coldly staring at Mr. Bendowo.

"Slow, you!"

"Aren't there a little manners of talking to your own parents?" sir Bendowo exclaimed to his eldest daughter.

"What is the result of a long life in the Land of the Wind so that it makes your uploads disappear on parents," added Mr. Bendowo.

"What's the difference between me and that son of a bitch who always makes trouble for our family?" sahut Habsari was cold, his gaze was fixed on Sariwati who was still sobbing in the arms of Madam Warika.

Mr. Bendowo again snorted at Habsari's reply, but the man ignored the words of his eldest daughter, his gaze turning to Martin who was still standing before him.

"You can go now, Martin."

"And thank you for bringing Wati home" Bendowo told Martin.

"It's my duty, sir." replied Martin briefly.

The tall man bent his body before passing from the main room of the governor's residence Timoti.

After the departure of one of his men in Garuda Merah, Mr. Bendowo again said to Habsari.

"You have no rules."

"The attitude you show like before in front of your men is the same as smearing papi's authority!" exclaimed Mr. Bendowo firmly on Habsari, his face was seen grumbling with the behavior of his eldest son.

"The one who taught me to be disrespectful!"

"The fire loves the son of a bitch more than any other papi!" shouted Habsari, now the ayu woman could not hold her anger in front of her parents.

"Habsari! watch your words."

"You shouldn't have said that to your Papi." Now Madame Warika is speaking up. The old woman looked unhappy with her daughter's attitude, the old face that left the look of beauty turned coldly staring at Habsari before her.

"It's all because of Papi's selfishness, Mi!"

"The fire attaches more importance to the power and authority of the Harsuto breed by throwing me into the Land of the Wind!"

"The fire also separated me from Angga,"

"It's the papi's treatment of me that makes my respect disappear!"

"Treatment of the child with the problem is very different from what I received from you!" habsari shouted at the people in the room.

"Enough Habsari!"

"Enough!"

Screaming Mr. Bendowo at Habsari, the old man's body trembled holding back his anger.

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