Dowager Bohay

Interrogating Jamal

Jamal's hair bristled to hear that the man in front of him was going to take his life. His voice was clenched, unable to say anything.

The man wearing the mask in front of him looked different. There was an aura of power within him. Jamal remembers meeting her while eating at Bohay's Widow's Stall, but what business did the man have to go after her in a market like this?

Jamal can't underestimate the man in front of him. A lot of market goons can be conquered. It means that the man in front of him is not a random person. Jamal imagines his future now increasingly uncertain between life and death.

As Jamal watched the man in front of him, a policeman leading the operation came over. The police chief bowed his respect to the man who threatened to take his life.

"Sorry sir, we're late!" The police chief seemed to regret his mistake.

"What's wrong. I can still handle it, even though it's a little bonyok. Thank you for coming to help." Djiwa greeted the police who had been instrumental in saving his life.

"Together, Sir. Just call whenever you need help!"

Djiwa nodded by playing an eyebrow she gave her body guard code to leave the market right now. What they were looking for was found. Interrogation time!

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The byuuur!

Jamal, who had just been drugged from the beginning of the car ride, opened his eyes. Surprised because of the cold water made him realize. The dim light in the dark room made Jamal squint, figuring out where he was.

When Jamal's eyes have adjusted, he saw the situation around. The two body guards that had brought him were already standing tall. Their huge bodies made Jamal's courage shrink.

"Where am I?" jamal asked in a frightened shriveled voice.

"Hell!" replied one of the body guards.

Jamal looked around. There was a quiet atmosphere and there was no sound around other than the sound of crickets. They were not in Jakarta, Jamal thought. There are no more crickets in Jakarta that have been built many houses and high-rise buildings.

"Now answer honestly my question!" One of the body guards came forward and sat in a chair right in front of Jamal tied to a chair with a rope. "For what purpose did you come to Warung Janda Bohay? Do you want lo?"

Jamal smiled to cover his fear. "Why do I have to report anyway? Yes ... eat it! Take it again!" Jamal smiled mockingly.

The large body guard suddenly kicked the wooden chair Jamal was sitting on.

Braakkk!

Bruugg!

The wooden chair broke his leg and Jamal fell. He grimaced because he was thrown by the big body guard with just one kick.

"Aw! Aww!" Jamal grimaced in pain.

The body guard walked slowly and crouched down in front of Jamal. Jamal's body was lying on its side with his body tied to a wooden chair that no longer had legs.

"Lo see no, in one kick can break a wooden chair with me! Want to kick your face too? Let your eyes be scattered everywhere?" The threat of body guard Djiwa made Jamal's guts shrivel. Lost was already the smile of arrogance in her.

"Sorry, Bang. Forgive me! No more courage!" Jamal chirped in fear.

"Jawab lo now! What are you going to do there?" ask the body guard for the heavy sound.

"Want to see the rose." Jamal had no choice but to be honest.

"Make what?"

"Make him go away from Jakarta."

"Who told you?" The other body guard sat Jamal down. He sits on the floor. Jamal can now see the creepy face of Djiwa's body guard. More creepy than body guards owned ....

"Boss? Whose boss?"

Jamal shook his head. He's in the wrong position. Dare not answer. Angrily the first body guard came forward and gave him a fist in the face.

Jamal grimaced in pain, let alone a dislodged tooth. "Pardon, Bang. The boss told me. Don't know what his name is."

"Tell me, is he the same?" ask the new soul who came from outside. Since then Djiwa stood in front of his music studio, listening to how the interrogation of his two body guards was going on.

They are now in one of his houses that are commonly used for family events. The music studio where Djiwa used to play music was deliberately empty. The room lamp was the only one he lit.

The sound of crickets Jamal heard was music that Djiwa played on a loudspeaker he put in a dark corner of the room. All for Jamal to think they've thrown him into a deserted and dark village.

"Bang .. please, Bang! Get me out of this place!" pinta Jamal with his thoughts on Djiwa.

"Bang .. bang .. Aja lo! I am lo's brother! Answer honestly, you asked anything? If you don't want to answer, I'll stay with my two body guards! Let you feel them skinned alive!" Djiwa approached and saw Jamal's face turning blue and blood coming out of his nose. Sadist is his body guard. Once the face of people has been battered so.

"Cu-just tell the Roses to come from the village" replied Jamal.

"What else is that?" Djiwa realizes that Jamal is lying. That's not all Jamal does, it's more. Just now Djiwa heard about the Purnomo cell phone they wanted to take.

"No more" replied Jamal.

"Harj!" Djiwa's orders to both body guards.

"DON'T!" Jamal screamed in fear. Just been beaten by one body guard has made his teeth dislodged one, let alone beaten by two body guards?

"Don't play with my patience. Quickly answer, what have you done in the Rose life?!"

"I ... mem .. Slander of the Rose."

The Djiwa's ears are sharpened. "What libel?"

"Say the killer rose when it's not the Rose that did it."

The anger within the Soul bubbled. The man in front of him who had made the Rose was imprisoned. Djiwa advanced and clutching the collar of Jamal's clothes made their gazes collide.

Jamal was terrified to see an angry soul. More dangerous than two body guards.

"Lo said you were slandering the Roses as killers. Are you the real killer of Purnomo?"

Jamal's eyes rounded to hear the name Purnomo called. It turned out that the man in front of him knew about Purnomo. Jamal is more curious who the man in front of him is.

"ANSWER!" Djiwa shouted in front of Jamal's face.

Jamal's body trembled in fear seeing the fury within Djiwa. Very creepy. Like a dragon that spouts hot fire that can burn anyone who is exposed to the fire.

"I-I'm not the killer." Jamal answered Djiwa's question.

Djiwa continued to look at Jamal with a threatening look. Jamal no longer dared to lie. "I am not the one who kills. I just gave him the chili."

Jamal glanced at Djiwa who continued to hold his collar waiting at his thin patient limit for Jamal to finish his words.

"Sambal .. who has been poisoned."

Braaakkk!!

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