GUS IDOL

I'm not the culprit

After getting the cctv footage he got from Ning Wafiq's campus which he stored into his cell phone, Gus Khalid immediately said goodbye to the dispatcher after saying his gratitude.

In the car Gus Khalid immediately replayed the cctv recording on his phone. The magnification of the image showing the license plate number entered by Ning Wafiq, then he recorded it on a piece of paper.

"Oh Allah, may this be a clue for the servant to find the perpetrator." Berdo'a.

Gus Khalid twisted his brain, how he could track down the owner of the license plate.

A moment later he remembered something. Yes, there is an application that is useful to track about the identity of the license plate owner who is sought.

Without a second thought Gus Khalid immediately downloaded the application.

"Can!!" He muttered after he pocketed the information of the owner of the license plate number of the car he was looking for along with his address as well.

When he was about to start his car, suddenly Gus Khalid's phone rang. He glimpsed the flickering screen of his phone, and it turns out that Abinya's name is listed there.

Gus Khalid grabbed a cell phone and answered a call from Abinya.

"Assalamu'alaikum, huh Abi?"

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. How's Le? This is Gus Abdi saying he wants to help you." Kyai Hanafi's voice across the phone.

"Mas Abdi?" Gus Khalid thought for a moment, it's good if he went to find the address of the taxi owner by bringing a friend, maybe later he met the culprit, of course he needs additional energy to catch the culprit.

"Yes Abi, I will go home first now to follow Gus Abdi," said Gus Khalid later.

"Yes, already. Be careful on the road."

"Jeh."

After hanging up the phone, Gus Khalid immediately drove his car to his house again. Hearing the name of Gus Abdi, suddenly a shadow of Hilya appeared in his mind.

"Astaghfiullah!" Gus Khalid shook his head slowly, trying as hard as possible to remove Hilya's shadow in his memory. She should have lost her feelings for Hilya when she was someone else's wife.

It is not easy to forget the love that has been embedded abundantly in one's heart for many years.

Forgetting love is not as easy as falling in love.

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"Eling!. eling!!" Umi Salma bemoaned her son who was pecking with a blank look, occasionally tears dripping from her eye fertilizers. How cruel the criminal was that it made Ning Wafiq up to this kind of severe trauma.

"Say something nduk, don't be afraid. Let the criminal be caught quickly and given the appropriate punishment." This time it was Nyai Maryam's mother who tried to persuade.

But again, only Ning Wafiq's sobs became the answer.

"Would we just call a psychiatrist to treat Ning Wafiq?" Hilya suddenly said. Umi Salma turned her head and looked at Hilya. Sontak Hilya ducked, afraid of mistalking. He himself was still not feeling good with the Ning Wafiq family because he felt like they were the soul mate wrestlers of their daughter.

"Do you think my son is crazy?" Umi Salma responded.

"It's not like that Umi, don't misunderstand me first." Sergey Hilya tried to explain. His intention is to provide a solution even accused of being non-non-existent.

"Don't misunderstand me first, maybe Hilya means good. People who deal with psychiatrists aren't necessarily crazy." Nyai Maryam's mother tried to mediate.

"True, the psychiatrist's doctor can also help heal the trauma that Ning Wafiq is currently experiencing" Hilya explained again.

"Areally like that? Well then, then let me find a psychiatrist to cure Wafiq. Whatever the way, most importantly Wafiq can return as usual." Umi Salma tried to reconcile, probably true what Hilya said. There was no harm in taking advice from Hilya.

A moment later Gus Abdi came in. The handsome Gus walked up to Hilya and whispered something, then after that Hilya got up from her seat and walked following Gus Abdi's steps out of Ning Wafiq's room.

"Dek, you will go home first with Abah and Ibuk. I want to help Khalid first, pity if he acts alone" Gus Abdi said after arriving outside the room.

"Njeh Mas's. Yes carefully. Don't forget the news, I'm afraid that something will happen to Mas. Let's not say that criminals are really very cruel people. You guys have to be careful. Oh, or Mas just bring a knife or something that makes a weapon, it could be, the criminal is determined to defend himself." Cerocos Hilya non-stop.

"Relax, your husband used to be in the cottage and also studied martial arts. So you don't have to worry too much. Just pray that everything goes well, yes!"

Hilya nodded in understanding, but the look of worry was still on her face.

Gus Abdi, who understood the concerns of Hilya, let his wife shake her head to calm her down.

Suddenly the two of them were startled by the sound of falling objects not far from where they were standing. When he was found, he found Gus Khalid who was crouched to pick up the keys of a car lying on the floor.

Sontak Gus Abdi and Hilya stretched their positions awkwardly while throwing smiles at each other.

"Emm, Mas Gus, said Abi to come with me?" Ask Gus Khalid who is already in a standing position.

"Yes. Now?"

Gus Khalid nodded, then walked over and twisted his body. He himself tried to avoid being with Hilya, especially after accidentally seeing a romantic scene between husband and wife, which made him surprised so accidentally dropped the car keys earlier.

"I'm saying yes!" Gus Abdi extended his hand which was then welcomed by his wife.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

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"Have you got the clue?" Gus Abdi asked after the car they were riding drove out of the gate of the Islamic boarding school Nurul.

"Alhamdulillah is already Mas. I've got the address and the name of the owner of the online taxi that Wafiq boarded last night. But still do not know whether the owner of this car is the real culprit or not."

"That means we're going straight to that address you mean?"

"Yes." Yeah." Gus Khalid nodded.

Half an hour later, the car they were riding stopped at a green house, Gus Khalid's eyes were immediately fixed on a car parked in the garage on the right side of the house. When viewed from the color of the car is clearly the same as the car he saw in the cctv recording.

Gus Khalid and Gus Abdi got out of the car and walked into the yard without the fence.

Gus Khalid's eyes focused on the license plate number, sure enough, the number was the same.

Gus Khalid hastened his way to the door of the house, which was still sealed shut.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Gus Khalid banged on the door impatiently.

After the second greeting, the door opened and someone appeared from behind the door.

A middle-aged man who already looked neat.

"Who is it?" Ask the man.

"Is this car really Mr Ikhsan's?" Ask Gus Khalid.

"Right, I'm the one."

"That means you're the one who brought my sister last night from Diponegoro University?" Gus Khalid slightly raised his tone, he thought it was possible if the man in front of him was the culprit.

The man named Pak Ikhsan was starting to feel tense and confused by the two guests who suddenly came to his house, especially with the look of Gus Khalid's face which was like holding back the anger.

"Yes, last night I picked up a passenger from the campus" replied Mr. Ikhsan after remembering.

"What's wrong?" Continue again with a confused mixed expression.

"Take it easy, Gus, just ask me first, not necessarily this father did it." Gus Abdi tried to quell the anger of Gus Khalid who was like he was about to overflow.

"What is this really? What doer?" Mr. Ikhsan also increasingly does not understand.

"So sir, last night the girl who got into the car father experienced pemek*saan, do you know anything?"

Tanya Gus Abdi tried to calm down, he himself suspected that the man in front of him was not the culprit, because there was no panic in the look of the man's face.

"Astaghfirullahal!! Which is really mas? I swear I'm not the culprit. Last night my car tire suddenly leaked, because I did not bring spare tire so I called my son to make anther tire to the place last night. Because I can't wait, mbak was the first way he said to intercept another taxi or ojek maybe there. After that I do not know anything else Mas." said Mr. Ikhsan explained.

"So you're not lying?!" Ask Gus Khalid who is still not convinced.

"I swear to God I'm not lying!" The man spoke out loud.

Gus Abdi clucked in annoyance, hit by the wall beside him. Disappointed at not getting any leads.

Gus Abdi was also disappointed with what they got today. Merely futile. The instructions are also unclear.

"Yes, if you'll excuse me sir, thank you for the information." Pamit Gus Abdi resigns.

Disappointed, they left the house of the taxi driver.

"We'll track down the whereabouts of Wafiq's Hape!" Gus Abdi's proposal in the middle of their journey to the Islamic boarding school Nurul back.

"Yes, too, my mother."

Gus Khalid pulled over and stopped his car. He took the phone out of his pocket and fiddled with it.

"The GPS has not been detected by Mas. Ck!" Gus Khalid clucked in annoyance. His hand hit the steering wheel lightly.

The two men were silent, busy with their own thoughts. Think about how they can get another clue.

Gus Khalid looked to the side of the window, staring blankly at the street where many vehicles passed by.

"Oh, yes, my. Last night you found Wafiq where?" A question that had just popped into his brain, he immediately threw out.

"In the Durenan area, it seems to be on the road of Youth," replied Gus Abdi.

Without saying again, Gus Khalid immediately started the car engine and gasp.