Dilemma of Marriage Left

Chapter 87

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Nila knocked on her door. Not long after, the owner opened the door.

"Eh, you guys have arrived. Let's go in, please" said Mirna politely. He directs to the living room. Nila, Fatan and Lalisa nodded and joined him.

"Mother, Mother ... Sorry we just dropped off. You end this must go to court to follow the hearing," said Fatan intend to leave and invite Nila away from there.

"Oh yes. May the trial be smooth, and justice be with you" said Mirna, stroking Nila's arm standing beside her.

"Aamiin Ma'am. Thank you for that."

"Yes, Mother also hopes that way. You guys stay careful, yeah" Lalisa said.

Fatan and Nila finally left there after saying goodbye to their parents.

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Upon arrival at the court, Nila and Fatan immediately went to the courtroom where their case would be held. Along the way, Fatan continued to hold tightly onto Nila's hand so possessively.

"Mas, is after this everything going to end?" nila asked softly, looking at the husband with teary eyes.

Fatan turned his head with a calm look after which nodded slowly. "Yes, we both pray, baby. I hope when this is all over, our lives will be much better" he said.

"Aamiin's."

Both of them arrived in front of the courtroom. Then they go inside. It turned out that the courtroom was not too many people and most were only interested.

The case that will be raised is also specific about the premeditated murder related to Kemal as the main suspect. The man has been named as a suspect since the first day of his arrest.

When the trial took place, Kemal still avoided that he was not the mastermind of all this. Fatan was furious and almost out of control because of the increasingly explosive emotions.

Luckily, there was Nila who helped calm him down. His position there is as a whistleblower. But a surprising fact was revealed.

Kemal not only wants to master the wealth of Wicak, but he is a master con man who managed to reap the wealth of a gambling game-based site.

Prosecutors also present the victims. There are about fifty people who became victims of Kemal in the game. As a result, his crimes became layered. The punishment he will receive will be layered.

Of the many facts mentioned by a prosecutor, Kemal was not at all reproachful and just silent. He and his lawyers continued to listen until prosecutors filed charges.

"From all the crimes committed by Kemal Prayoga's brother. I demand the death penalty for a vile man like him!" the prosecutor said firmly.

"The judge can't grant her wish!" kemal said in his heart. The eyes he cast on the prosecutor were very sharp. Without realizing it, Nila noticed his every move.

"Mas, are you sure this condition is safe? Are there no allies here?" tanya Nila whispered to Fatan.

"You calm down, honey. This is a state of law. I'm sure the judge won't vote. Besides, outside this room has a lot of guard. Included in this room as well," said Fatan with a smile that did not escape the look of his face. Nevertheless, Nila still felt anxious.

"Yes God ... Hopefully my bad feeling is wrong" Nila said in her heart.

During the course of that trial, everyone present there looked extremely serious. Suddenly ....

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

"What's this?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Why is there such a gunshot?"

"Everybody get out of here!" one of the police officers pointed to the emergency exit. One by one the people who had been sitting quietly and seriously listening and observing the course of the trial, immediately scattered towards this emergency door.

Both of Fatan's hands immediately clenched and his eyes were pointed sharply at Kemal.

"Why does he seem so calm? Is this part of the game too?" ask Fatan in his heart.

While Nila just clenched her hand on the hand of the husband. He looks very scared. The bad feeling that had been brushed aside, finally happened too.

"Oh God protect us. Make the truth above all else" the mind of Nila begs the Creator.

After the trial participants have been successfully secured, Fatan who was with Nila went to the police station to ask for information on the incident.

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"What's up, sir? Why is the trial suddenly in chaos?" ask Fatan firmly.

"We apologize Mr ... So, here's ..." The policeman who was talking to Fatan seemed to catch his breath first. "So when the judge wanted to give a sentence to the suspect, do not know where it came from .. There was a group of people numbering approximately three people carrying a motorcycle chain, alloy wheels, and so on, and a pointed handlebar came and attacked our members who were standing guard outside. Inevitably, we also used weapons. For that we apologize, and the trial will resume the day after tomorrow."

Hearing that, Fatan immediately rubbed his face roughly. "Well, if so, thank you. Excuse me."

Fatan turned around and took Nila out of there. With a step still controlled by anger, both of them left the office.

When he arrived in the car, suddenly Fatan reflex hit the steering wheel of the car to vent his anger.

"Blognal!" Fatan clucked. "He's very sneaky. You fox!" nagelnya without realizing that Nila looked frightened to see Fatan who had just been seen by Nila.

But when accidentally Fatan looked. He saw Nila's eye bead start to glaze over. Fatan was panicking.

"Darling, what's wrong?" asked the man while scooping both of Nila's cheeks and slightly raising his chin so that Nila could look into his eyes.

Instantly the Fatan was awakened. "Sorry baby, I was so emotional."

Nila took a deep breath. A few moments later the woman spoke up. "It's okay, Mom. I understand. If you want to cry ... Legitimate, legitimate, yes" he replied, starting to calm down again.

Fatan clucked then smiled a grin as he looked ahead. "If it's like this, I can't cry. Which there is ... I just want to get emotional."

Nila nodded in understanding. "Mas ... Were those three men part of the suspect's man?"

"I don't know either. All are still being sought out" replied Fatan and massaged his forehead.

"Isn't the evidence clear?" ask Nila.

"I guess so. The bicycle .... " Fatan stopped his words. He remembered something. "You wait in the car, I'll call Lian and Rusli. I think they have more information," he said, then pulled out of the car to call two of his confidants.

While Fatan was on the phone, Nila's tail caught someone coming out the back door of the police station, wearing a hat and jacket and shoes.

"Isn't he ... Oh, no way!!"