Forever Love

First Trial

Tristan actually brought Qania to measure the road by riding a motorcycle. At seven o'clock he will make a flight and he wants in the last few hours he spent with Qania. Qania kept quiet, he now understood that Tristan actually did not want to leave but according to Qania it is also good that Tristan does not know that tomorrow he will conduct the first trial.

Qania was worried about Tristan's reaction if he was present at the trial with the facts they would reveal.

“Qan, we pray first. Just ate yes,” said Tristan because time is almost entering Maghrib time.

“But I don't bring prayer tools,” said Qania.

Tristan seemed to get an idea, he turned his bike towards the store.

There are still twenty minutes. Still time to look for him, Inner Tristan.

He stopped his motorcycle in the parking lot of the shop and went straight down.

“You wait here,” said Tristan who then opened his helmet and left it on Qania.

Qania frowned, not understanding what Tristan was going to do there.

Inside the shop Tristan met with the salesperson and inquired about the prayer equipment. He was also led into the store that was in there and shown many types of preamble.

Tristan was stunned to see a beautiful prayer tool in brown and without hesitation he immediately asked to be wrapped that one.

With a smile Tristan came out while carrying a paper bag in his hand and thrusting it at Qania.

Qania stared alternately at Tristan and the paper bag. Tristan understood the look on his questionable face.

“Open,” says Tristan very softly.

Qania opened it. He was surprised to see the contents.

Oh my goodness, beautiful in my favorite color! How did Tristan know I liked this color?

“Sequipment prayer tools first, dowry first. Later the agreement will be followed,” said Tristan with a reddened face then he wore his helmet.

Qania blushed, unable to hide her smile. Happy, of course, this makes him happy.

Tristan took his motorcycle to the mosque.

. . .

 

Qania and Tristan held hands to enter the airport. Next to Tristan's hand pulled the suitcase. There was a sense of heaviness leaving the new woman of the past few days with him. He further tightened the grip, hinting that this grip did not want and will not be released for life.

“You are in. Be careful and be patient when it arrives,” said Qania gently.

“I don't feel like going,” said Tristan lethargic.

“I'll be waiting for you. We have a phone to connect with,” said Qania persuaded Tristan.

Tristan just nodded languidly. Without letting go of his grasp he pulled Qania's body into his arms. He kissed the top of Qania's head long enough while inhaling deeply the scent of the hair.

“Today I'll let go of this grip. But it's only temporary. I promise that after I go home, there's only your hand that I'll hold and never take off,” said Tristan who was staring at the grip of their hands then he kissed the back of Qania hand that he was holding it.

Qania was moved, it felt like her eyes were getting hot but she tried to hold it back. He didn't want to look weak in front of Tristan.

“Yes, I'll look forward to that. Now go and come back for me,” said sweet Qania that makes Tristan even harder to step.

“Hahh .. alright. For your sake, remember I only briefly let go of this grip,” Tristan said then let go of Qania's hand.

Qania smiled but inwardly she felt like she had just lost. He forcedly smiled so that Tristan would leave immediately.

Qania waved at Tristan until the man was nowhere to be seen. Qania breathed a sigh of relief then he immediately left in the taxi he had been riding with Tristan from the man's house.

 

. . .

 

The expected morning arrived. Qania was so nervous looking at herself in the mirror reflection. However, this was the first time he entered a case involving a court even though he was a victim.

Things started to get into his mind. What if they lose? What if things turned around to attack him? What if the accused man remembers the man who filmed the incident and is considered a trap?

All these possibilities made Qania fret. He glanced back at his watch which showed it at eight and that meant that in an hour the trial would begin.

“Alright Qania, do not damage and poison your mind with things that actually make your mind shrivel. Okay, let's go out and face all of this with a positive aura,” he said on his reflection in the mirror. A sweet smile she gave to herself as an encouragement.

In a different place, Mr. Handoko was seen talking to a man his age but covered his face with sunglasses and a mask. The police paid no more attention so they could speak freely.

“I do not want to know, if until the evidence is revealed in court later, I will still drag you. It's good that I go to jail alone while you are also involved it is delicious to breathe fresh air and enjoy the wealth,” said sarcas Pak Handoko.

“This is all your fault too. I warned you to destroy all the evidence. What is heh? Now you yourself are in the fog,” snorted Mr. Alvindo.

“Yes that was just in case you betrayed our cooperation. I have proof of the crime we committed together and we will menu it together,” said Mr. Handoko would not lose.

“If it is like this, you are sure that we will both go into the iron bars together no matter how I hide. What kind of lawyer are you?! Obviously if the evidence is exposed then my name is also involved. You don't know if I've got a call from the police, it's just that the house person no one knows if I'm back,” said Mr. Alvindo between annoyance and also fret.

“Ap-what?! So has the issue gone into the police report? Don't be the case of Angga—“

“Even I feel more than that. You prepared. If Clara's case is open, Angga's case and his assistants' case are exposed then we're at the worst possibility. And do not let the problem of your old assistant is revealed, we are finished,” said Mr. Alvindo frustrated.

“Sial! This is fucking real shit! Hopefully Sudirman is right not to have a family,” said Mr. Handoko expectantly.

“Hopefully.”

Arriving at the courthouse, they cross paths with the family of Mr. Agus and the family of Julius who came first. Mr. Handoko had met with Julius and Raka who were present as witnesses. As soon as Mr. Handoko and his entourage entered, the car carrying Papa Setya and Qania entered the court yard.

“Qania, finally you guys came too,” welcome Bu Maharani then give kiss on the left and right cheek of Qania.

“Iya Ma'am, there was still a little business,” replied Qania. “Raka, Julius, you are also here apparently,” said Qania greeting the two friends.

“Ya let's go in,” take Aunt Rianti, mama Julius.

They entered and as soon as they sat in the courtroom began.

The judge read the case and began to ask Papa Setya to provide evidence against Mr. Handoko in this case.

Mr. Handoko continues to strengthen himself and convince himself that he will win the case.

While Papa Setya was reading the evidence, lawyer Pak Handoko interrupted.

“Sorry your honor, but my client is completely innocent in this case. It was the woman who trapped him and seduced him inside the warehouse. So this is not entirely my client's fault,” he said.

The three judges nodded then glanced at Papa Setya who was waiting for his turn to speak.

“Sorry your honor, but my client has a medical tape stating that he has an acute trauma called physical abuse and abuse. Is it possible that my clients did the thing they were accused of. It is very unreasonable for a traumatized person to do the opposite,” bela Papa Setya, they still hold back to issue evidence.

The three judges looked back at each other and whispered then nodded.

“Please your honor, but from my client's point of view, this case is an element of intent where the woman has planned everything carefully. At the time of the incident, the CCTV in the warehouse was dead. Isn't that something to suspect?”

“If you ask about the warehouse CCTV, then we have a video of what is happening inside the warehouse,” said Papa Setya slightly grinning.

Mr. Handoko's lawyer was wide-eyed, but he immediately normalized his expression. But this did not escape the view of Papa Setya.

Papa Setya also came forward and showed the video to the three judges by giving a flash and displayed through a laptop.

Mr. Handoko's lawyer fell silent, not expecting them to have any evidence about the incident in the room. When the video was finished, the judges whispered again.

“Alright, is there a defense from the perpetrator?” ask judge.

“Ka—“

“Sorry noble judge, I will defend myself. Do you think why they have the video and our CCTV is not working? This is a trap. The woman deliberately walked in and teased me because she stole my important documents. He trapped me. I was angry because the documents were taken until I was confused. I was also a victim of that woman's plan. And it could be that the video has been manipulated by eliminating some of the events.” Mr. Handoko started to get emotional, he who was not satisfied with the performance of his lawyer chose to speak for himself.

“Please your honor, but I have a recording of the conversation where Mr. Handoko has released me to choose which documents I want to take from the warehouse. There are no terms and conditions should not touch other documents,” said Qania stood up later without being told to immediately play the recording where I asked for permission Pak Handoko to ask for some documents in the warehouse.

Fyuuh thankfully I recorded it, Inner Qania.

Papa Setya saluted Qania, in his heart he was so proud of his son-in-law as well as the supporters of Qania. While Mr. Handoko can not speak anymore. He began to rack his brain in search of a defense for himself.

“Your highness, we from the victim's side ask for justice. We also have medical records stating that my client was declared dead after the incident and finally because of God's permission he was given the opportunity to return to this world,” said Papa Setya then gave evidence from the hospital to the judges.

They read it and discuss. From the back, Raka also ventured to speak.

“Please your honor, in addition to the evidence, I also have a defense for the victim. In the video, I also saw the perpetrator coming along with my colleagues. It was all because of this phone recording,” Raka said then went ahead and gave her phone to the judges.

Mr. Handoko fell silent, this time he was unable to defend himself because of all the evidence against him. While Mr. Alvindo who was present could only remain silent in his disguise.

“Alright, from the case and all the evidence that clearly incriminates the perpetrator, then we have decided if the perpetrator violates the Penal Code Article 351 paragraph 1 with a prison sentence of five years, then we have decided if the perpetrator violates the Penal Code of Article 351 paragraph 1 with a prison sentence of five years,” said the judge then he knocked the hammer.

Mr. Handoko closed his eyes, in his heart he was so doomed to his fate. It's like a dream. A dream he never even imagined before.

“Please your highness, I forgot to provide other evidence about some of the perpetrator's crimes. In my client's case he mentioned raping his secretary until she went crazy. He also bagged a murder case against a journalist and two assistants involved in money laundering and also the alleged murder of his own personal assistant Sudirman” brother, said Papa Setya.

Just now, Mr. Handoko breathed a sigh of relief because the case was not touched upon, but he was again struck by lightning.

Wh-what? Is that true? Inner assistant Revan.

The judges returned to discuss. They read the evidence carefully.

“Alright, because the case over sister Qania has been decided, then for this latest case we will do an investigation.”

“Our session is pending for the next two weeks.”

Hammers were knocked, Qania hugged Papa Setya then they shook hands with the judges while Pak Handoko was bowed listlessly. He began to imagine the days he would spend in prison. His wife collapsed and Revan's assistant rushed her to the hospital.

Mr. Alvindo approached Mr. Handoko and tried to provide support even though he himself was just biding his time as well.

 

. . .

 

At Mr. Erlangga's house, the time has shown at three in the afternoon. Qania said goodbye to Papa Setya because they had decided to go back to their city and would return a few days before the trial. Mr. Erlangga also said that Qania could use his time to compile the thesis.

Qania nodded in agreement. This is indeed an opportunity to complete it all also refreshes his mind and releases longing for his only child.

“How about Pak Nizar's family?” ask Papa Setya.

“We will secure,” replied Mr. Erlangga.

“Good. Then we say goodbye first,” said Papa Setya.

They also say goodbye because their plane will leave in half an hour and they are escorted by Erlangga sir driver.