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Papa Setya is inflamed to see how Qania is treated by Pak Handoko in the video. Both of his hands clenched tightly and his face turned extremely sinister. Very angry, that was what Papa Setya felt at this moment.

He glanced at the sleeping Qania while Syaquile had just returned from escorting Lala. Papa Setya immediately showed the video to Syaquile.

The same expression was displayed by Syaquile. Papa Setya's anger, Syaquile more. His reddened eyes held back the mounting emotions. If Papa Setya doesn't hold it back, Syaquile wants to come up to the man in the video and beat him to his breath.

“Julius and Raka should have killed him,” Syaquile said.

“It's just the beginning of Syaq, we'll make him regret for daring to touch our diamond. Let's just say what they did to him was a warm-up,” said Papa Setya in a voice so cold, a malicious grin appeared on his lips.

Dare to touch the family Setya Wijaya means dare to face destruction, inner Papa Setya.

“Om already sent the video to Papa?” ask Syaquile.

“Ya, just got.”

In a different place, Papa Zafran is very angry to see the video sent by Papa Setya to him. All forms of swear typical Sulawesi people out of his mouth who always said the wise. He called Papa Setya.

“Be careful if you let that person live quietly. I will pull Qania from you and Arqasa! I want to see your greatness that is always hailed by that society. My qaniaku is too precious to get such treatment. Just watch out for you!”

Papa Setya clucked once the call was cut off. He looked at Syaquile who only shrugged his shoulders.

Without giving Papa Setya a chance to talk Papa Zafran immediately disconnected his call.

“You heard it yourself, didn't your regent threaten me. Om becomes more challenged this way,” said Papa Setya with a frequent.

“I will be the best audience Om,” said Syaquile who also grinned.

“Oh yes, Lala how?” ask Papa Setya. As a lawyer, he has faced many small cases to large cases. He believes Lala will be affected as well if they find out Lala is a housemate with Qania.

“Aman Om. Brother told Lala to stay at the hotel in front of the hospital,” Syaquile replied.

“Oh, Qania is already good at reading the situation apparently,” praise Papa Setya.

“Kan would-be great lawyer, Om,” timpal Syaquile then both chuckle.

“You better get some sleep. I want to prepare documents for this case. Tomorrow morning Om will go to the police station and demand back. You will take care of Qania,” said Papa Setya pulled a laptop out of his bag. All the preparations for the legal case he had prepared before leaving.

“Good Om.”

 

. . .

 

That night also Pak Handoko's men broke into Qania's contract. They searched every corner but found nothing at all. The whole room was made a mess then they immediately reported.

“Hallo boss, the item you are looking for is not in this place,” he said.

“Sial! Apparently he's not as simple as I thought. Yes, it's not there. He's secured it. Just go from there.”

After reporting they left Qania's contract without closing the door again because it was opened by force, the door was damaged. The rented neighbors did not dare to approach because they saw many sturdy men and they also knew that Qania and Lala were not there so they felt a little relieved.

Qania's decision was indeed very appropriate by telling Lala to stay at the hotel.

At the hospital, Mr. Handoko was made unable to calmly think about the documents.

“Destroyed already, destroyed! So what Qania said she was the misfortune that I had been avoiding all along was true! Goddamn bum! I should have investigated her background first. Damnit damnit! Affairs will not be easy in the hands of Setya Wijaya,” grumbled Pak Handoko.

“Alvin will definitely have a sudden heart attack if he knows the document is missing. Plus his son got shot. We're in big trouble Alvin,” muttered Mr. Handoko.

 

In the morning, Papa Setya fell asleep at three in the morning and woke up again during dawn prayers and went back to sleep. While Syaquile decides to clean up first before going to find breakfast for him and Papa Setya. Fortunately last night he had taken the Qania motorcycle rented so he had a vehicle to go there.

After Syaquile returned with food in both hands, Papa Setya was neat and there were also doctors and nurses who were checking on Qania.

“Very good. Two days to go home. Very fast recovery,” said doctor Pedro.

“Thank you Doc, I do have to recover quickly. My son is waiting in his hometown,” said Qania make doctor Pedro jerked.

“Ah married?” tanyakanya.

“Yes. That's my papa-in-law,” replied Qania.

“Oh so. Then you have to recover quickly, get plenty of rest. Excuse me,” said doctor Pedro then went with the nurse who accompanied him.

“Cie, who quickly recovered,” ledek Syaquile even though he was very happy to hear the news.

“Iya dong, I want to quickly recover so I can arrange thesis and quickly go home,” said Qania.

“Good dong, hehe,” kekeh papa Setya.

“Om is neat, where are you going?” ask Syaquile while putting their breakfast on the table. “Kakak can have breakfast from the hospital right?”

“Iya, be sure again dianterin,” replied Qania.

“Om go to the police station, want to demand back,” replied papa Setya.

“Oh if so breakfast first, Om,” take Syaquile.

Papa Setya had breakfast with Syaquile. While Qania sat leaning back holding her phone. He was shocked by the hundreds of missed calls from Tristan. Qania grimaced softly as she read Tristan's message and the man contacted her immediately.

Qania was eager to talk but hesitated because there was still Papa Setya. Qania decided to keep her phone. He'll call again after Papa Setya leaves.

The Qania breakfast came along with Syaquile and Papa Setya who had already finished their breakfast. Papa Setya said goodbye to go by car from Mr. Erlangga. Syaquile was immediately sprightly to feed the brother.

Again, when Qania was chewing her food her phone again displayed a call from Tristan even though it did not ring but Syaquile who saw the direction of the view of her brother followed her head.

“Angkat aja kak, om Setya already gone,” Syaquile said. “Loud speaker too,” Plus.

Qania also according.

“Yeah geez Qania where are you from? From yesterday I called you. Why just get picked up now huh? You know I'm so scared. Marsya was shot and you have no news. I need you at times like this.” Tristan breathed a sigh of relief as Qania answered her call but also immediately searched for her with many questions.

“Marsya got shot?” ask Qania.

“Yes. When we were going back and just arrived at the airport Marsya was hit by stray bullets.”

“Where are you?” ask Syaquile.

Tristan cringing. A familiar voice but he forgot.

“Qan you again the same who?” ask Tristan.

“I, Syaquile,” replied Syaquile.

“Oh sister-in-law. I'm in country I, it should be till today but—“

“Ngapain there?” cut off the Syaquile who starts to get upset and understand that Tristan is there with Marsya.

“ Accompany Marsya take care of his work, do not assort, hehe,” replied Tristan felt keki.

“Dek do not like that,” bela Qania.

Tristan was surprised not to hear Syaquile's words. In his heart he wondered the cause of his sister-in-law's candidate to suddenly oppose him.

“Udah is Kak, do not need to belain him. Obviously he was wrong,” refuted Syaquile then snatched Qania's phone and he stood a little away.

“But Deck, awww...” Qania grimaced because the hose part of his back affected by the lash was still painful but he forced to get up to reach his cellphone which is now in the hands of Syaquile.

Tristan who heard Qania grimace was more and more convinced that there was no good.

“Qania you why baby?” tristan asked, getting agitated.

“Udahlah Sis, do not need to belain him. Mending brother sat there quietly. The wound has not recovered. Don't try to kill him. Even though he is similar to Arka's brother or she is Arka's brother he is still wrong. Where was she when sister was in danger like yesterday huh? Where was he when my brother was dying? Even that brother was pronounced dead yesterday, brother, dead! Butwhat? She where? He's with another woman. Just be careful if you are still in contact with him!” syaquile then immediately turned off his phone connection. He overheard Tristan talking about the state of Qania.

While Tristan who heard Syaquile's remarks about Qania who was declared dead immediately fell down on the floor. Her tears trickled down by itself imagining her Qaniya yesterday pronounced dead.

“Gue is wrong. I don't deserve Qania. I wasn't there at the hardest time and maybe Qania needed me at the time. I'm loser! I'm not using!”

Tristan was crying in front of Marsya's room. Fortunately, no one was walking around the room.

“Gue must go home!”

Tristan decided to say goodbye to Aunt Bendelina who was guarding Marsya in her nursery.

“Tan, I have to go back to Indonesia,” Tristan said.

“But Marsya how's Nak? Wait for Alvin first yes,” said Aunt Bendelina.

Tristan also according to. He had to delay his return. After all, the departure schedule will be at nine in the morning and now it is still early morning.

Tristan also sat down with Aunt Bendelina on the sofa while occasionally glancing at Marsya who was unconscious. Soon the door opened and Mr. Alvindo appeared with big steps approaching the gurney where Marsya lay weak.

“Yes Lord Marsya, what happened to you Son, hiks.”

The issue of Mr. Alvindo made Tristan and Aunt Bendelina approach him who was sitting holding Marsya's hand.

In that instant Marsya slowly opened his eyes. The glare she found the first time her eyes opened. He faintly heard the sound of the sobbing and he turned to the direction of the source of the sound.

“Pa ..”.

Marsya's voice was almost inaudible, probably because her body was still so weak and had just regained consciousness.

“Iya Nak, this is Papa,” said Mr. Alvindo while kissing the back of Marsya's hand.

“Haus.”

Soon Aunt Bendelina acted to give Marsya some drinking water. But only a few are able to swallow Marsya.

“Tris, sorry I. I should have known what you said. Sorry I'm Tris, I'm sorry,” said Marsya.

“Sttt .. don't remember anymore. I'm sorry about you. You just rest. Your body is still so weak and needs a lot of rest,” said Tristan relieved because Marsya finally realized as well.

Marsya only smiled faintly then she turned to look at her papa. “Pa, don't be mad at Tristan yeah, I'm wrong. I did not recite the time he asked me not to stay away from him and I did not ask permission to go with my friends,” said Marsya.

“Iya dear, Papa will not be angry Tristan really. You rest yes,” said Mr. Alvindo then rubbed the head of dear Marsya.

Marsya soon fell asleep again after thanking Aunt Bendelina for coming to look after her. Aunt Bendelina went back to the couch and slept there.

“Om, earlier Mr. Handoko called me and asked Om to call him immediately after Om got here,” said Tristan. Currently Tristan was standing next to Mr. Alvindo who was sitting while stroking Marsya's hair.

Mr Alvindo glanced at Tristan, “What's up? Tumben he's looking for me. What's the job problem?” asked Mr. Alvindo confused.

“Maybe Om,” replied Tristan.

Mr. Alvindo also decided to contact Mr. Handoko.

“We're in danger Alvin!”

Mr. Alvindo immediately fell silent when his call was connected but it was directly the sentence that was spoken by Mr. Handoko.

“What do you mean?”

“That document, that document was stolen!”

“Documents? Which document?”

“Halaah, document five years ago. About the crimes of both of us. About that money laundering case, asshole!”

“A-appaa?!!”

“And you know who stole it? It was Setya Wijaya's son-in-law. Great lawyer from Celebes.”

Mr. Alvindo was unable to say anything more, his body falling to the floor. He felt the bones in his body instantly disappear.

“Why after so long ago someone stole the document,” mumbled Mr. Alvindo.

 

. . .

 

“Good morning,” greet papa Setya as soon as he gets to the police station.

“Good morning. Is there anything we can help you with? Please sit down,” said the policeman.

“Oh yes, I am a lawyer for two people who were arrested last night at the request of Mr. Handoko,” said papa Setya.

“Julius and Raka?”

“Yes. I have proof of the reason they did it,” Papa Setya said then thrust his phone to the police.

The policeman received Papa Setya's cell phone and started watching the video. His expression was fickle but Papa Setya just stared flatly at the person. After watching the video, the police returned Papa Setya's phone.

“The two prisoners can be released on condition. In this video it is clear that they beat Mr. Handoko despite defending this woman. It is possible that Mr. Handoko has been framed by the woman in this video da—“

Brakkk ....

“How dare you speak ill of my son in front of me? You want me to sue you back, huh?” papa Setya snarled.

The police officer quickly apologized.

“Lain times don't carelessly say. I'm a lawyer, I can sue you with your words. My son until met death because of the violence he experienced and you accuse him like that,” papa Setya's whistle that increasingly makes the police bow.

“I want to file a counterclaim for Mr. Handoko and also want to ask for both children to be released. Now!”

“Ba-good Sir.”

The police immediately ordered Setya's father by making an arrest warrant for Handoko and also a release letter for Julius and Raka. Without them realizing there was a man sitting alone in the corner of the room watching them. A grin rose on his lips.