Destiny Nafizah

The Open Back

(Pov Nafizah)

After PK (Review) approved my first hearing was held to hear the court's decision to reopen u because of lies, deceit or false evidence, considering these things, the case of the attempted murder of Mr. Hardian Shahila committed by defendant Nafizah Kaila Tama was officially reopened by presenting new witnesses and new evidence.

I saw Papi, Naura, Bang Yusuf, Mami, Om Rudi, Umi, Abah and bang Angga and Gilang present at the trial.

Recalling from the initial trial there were no witnesses other than the victim himself who fell into a coma and could not testify.

As well as Ms Chira Mutiara as the plaintiff who was suspected of falsifying the allegations, as well as evidence supporting the decision that stated the defendant of the criminal act of Nafizah Kaila Tama guilty.

After weighing the above, the court decided to reopen the case starting today.

Knock the hammer three times as a sign that my Review submission was approved, and I can hope to be detached from this ensnaring case.

After hearing the court's decision on my case, I was escorted back to prison by the bailiffs

Tomorrow is the second hearing where witnesses are heard. I heard that my sister was about to testify at the trial, making me surprised that there had been no eyewitnesses other than my future husband who was in a coma.

Regarding my future husband, I have not heard from him since my last visit.

I was very happy when the Review of my case was approved, but at the same time I feared the decision to extend my prison term instead of easing the sentence.

On the way back, my brain was filled with various kinds of fear and hope.

The car that took me to court has arrived back on the lawn. I got out of the car and walked back into my cell.

Until there I was welcomed back by Kirara's best friend.

"What about the trial?" ask Kirara.

"Still listening to the decision about my case and only tomorrow hearing the witnesses" I told him.

"I was so happy when I heard that your case would be reopened, Naf," Kirara told me.

"Me too, Ra, it's just that I'm afraid of Ra, and it's making things worse" I told him.

"You have to be sure Naf, the truth will find its own way" Kirara said.

"You're right, Ra, I didn't think Bang Angga would come here and fight for the truth of my case. He came all the way here just to help me look for evidence and people who would testify at my trial" I told him.

"You must fight for yourself, Naf. Mr. Angga has helped you to get the truth" Kirara said.

"Yes you're right, Ra. I have to be brave to get to the truth, although I still hope Mas Hardian can be aware of his coma.''

Time moves quickly the activities carried out today was passed, the night began to deliver my sleep with a soft change of dawn and then dawn began to break.

I sit in the seat of the accused, this time this time it is Beautiful, he also came forward as a witness there is a debate between the defense and the prosecution.

The prosecution insisted that Mrbak Indah could not testify, as he was mentally unstable.

While the defense stated that the mental mbak Indah is in a stable state, and has received a letter of recommendation spikiater,

If Mbak Indah really has undergone treatment and is currently in a completely stable condition.

After a very difficult debate between lawyers with public prosecutions, then the judge declared Beautiful worthy to be a witness.

It starts with taking an oath to make a correct statement. Mbak Indah began to say that actually Mr. Hardian ordered a special dress from the boutique mbak Indah with a deal only in the production of one dress only. For some reason, the boutique even violated the deal and received the booking of two dresses with design details, colors and patterns must all be the same without confirmation with Mr. Hardian as the first buyer, one becomes three dresses.

The flashback

(Povs. Lovely)

I saw the owner of the deal with someone else regarding the dress ordered by Mr. Hardian. I approached the owner of the boutique named Madame Soraya.

"Sorry Madam, you can't sell to the other party. Because you have agreed to the agreement that this dress is only produced one," I said politely.

"You don't have to interfere, beautiful. The most important thing is that you design the dress is finished, it has nothing to do with the name of the employment contract and so on" said Mrs Soraya.

"I can't design you to do this, ma'am," I told her.

"It just works your job is to work and I pay you so you don't have to bother reminding me of the agreement between Mr. Hardian and me, and don't even try to tell mister Hardian!" said me.

I could not resist the wishes of the owner of the boutique, I also racked my brain so that the dress was not really similar from the first design by giving a different small fold to the dress.

When the dress was finished and was about to be worn by Miss Nafizah I felt something was going to happen, so I called Mr. Hardian, then he told me to come to the apartment with the wedding dress.

I also came there, he greeted me very warmly we spoke on the second floor there is a minibar there. I felt my concern for him and Nafizah, until I finally heard the bell ringing. Mr. Hardian went to open the door while I hid next to the closet in the corner of the room while turning on my camera.

I saw Mr. Hardian open the door and it turns out that the one who came was his sister-in-law, wearing the same clothes as the future wife made him angry. He ran upstairs and picked up his phone and called Soraya.

I remained in hiding until the brother-in-law wanted to cut off his pulse, then Mr. Hardian hit the woman's hand and the knife came off. Because Mr. Hardian was busy with his brother-in-law who was about to commit suicide, he did not know that Miss Chira entered his apartment and walked up to them and then took a knife and attacked Mr. Hardian until he fell down.

My feet were shaking at the incident. I kept hiding until they left including the middle-aged woman who came after Miss Chira.

After them I left with my feet and hands shaking and the phone containing the tape fell and broke.

Flashback off

(Pov Nafizah)