Love, Let it Get Lost

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A few moments later, Keysa's phone rang. Nicko and I immediately reflexively glanced at Keysa's mobile phone, we believe it must be from Mr. Diman.

Keysa glanced at us as if he could answer our thoughts.

“Hallo Pak Deman”

“Hallo Neng,Father there is this home building video on the land first. But most only on the front left side only neng”

“Oh yes Sir no problem”

Keysa started with his acting.

“But this Pa I like her there is an obstacle, Dad can come here for a while Sir?”

“What's up neng? Who cleans the grass is not right?” As if given a way by Mr. Diman, Keysa immediately rounded his eyes to look at me.

“Iya yes Sir. May you please come here for a moment Pak”

“But the replacement of the Father has not come neng, there is no one to guard in this post” said Mr. Diman with worry.

“Oh. Just for a moment sir, I ask you to please just see first, the reason I was in a hurry also this” said Keysa quib.

“Good neng, I am there now” replied Mr. Diman finally.

“Pak Diman has come here,lo mending cepet2 to his security post to replace Mr. Diman” said Keysa.

I nodded immediately. Nicko and I immediately went to the security post by car and turned around a little so as not to cross paths with Mr. Diman. If so Mr. Diman has approached Keysa let Keysa who made up the story, he is an expert in it.

Nicko and I have arrived at a closed security post. I'm worried if this post is locked. Nicko and I looked around us before we finally held the security postal door handle to turn off the locked door. Nicko tried to turn the handle on the door, and it opened. The door is not locked. We went straight into the security post and closed it back down so no one would see us there.

The computer is still on, and shows a video of the building being paused. I know that building. That was my house, that cctv video was taken from the corner of the street next to my house, and it could show me the front of my building. Nicko sat down at the computer.

“Like this video is stored in a file” said Nicko while starting to compartmentalize the computer.

I stood next to Nicko as I continued to watch around us, in case someone would step into the security post.

“What date was your house fire?” Ask Nicko.

“3 september 2002” answered me so heavily.

Nicko immediately searched for a video on the date around the housing. It took a long time to find it, because the cctv section in housing so many in pairs everywhere.

“Try to see cctv which only shows there are culverts Nick” pinta me to make it easier.

Nicko immediately looked for the cctv I asked for and disappeared from the screen unnecessarily. And there's still nothing.

“It looks like the evidence is gone. Maybe Security really does not want to get carried away with the problem” said Nicko.

I can only be quiet. If that security has eliminated that evidence, then there's no hope for me to find the truth.

“Wait a minute” said Nicko deftly back to compartmentalize the computer.

“He couldn't possibly have eliminated such a large piece of evidence and only he knew. He must have kept it somewhere” Nicko said.

He searched through various suspicious files. And again Nicko managed to find it.

“File Diman” posts in the file that is stored so random and random that ever existed, only Mr. Diman remains old. He saves files with keywords that are so very easy.

Nicko glanced at me before he finally opened the file. No wonder Nicko can be trusted to hold a large company Papa, because he is so smart and very clever. I am proud to be his wife.

I gave Nicko a flash to copy his files. And after success we immediately restore the computer screen as before in order to eliminate the trace.

“Who are you!” Ask someone who just came in and glared at us.

Nicko and I turned around and put on a very tense face.

“We...” said I was so confused to answer her.

Nicko slipped the flash into his back pocket.

“They are relatives of Neng Keysa” replied someone new also coming behind this creepy guy.

That's Mr. Diman, coming with Keysa behind him. Keysa also looks very calm but tries to smile.

“Tadi Neng Keysa want to see the house that was built on the proyekan land for analysis, he said,keep me looking at the work of the mower first there really ga reser” said Mr. Diman distract his friend who is still suspicious glancing at me and Nicko.

“Why are they ?” Ask his friend.

“The waste of their grass is thrown in the sewers so make it clogged, the rain yesterday was a bit overflowing water kan” said Mr. Diman with his complaint.

“Padalaah I said yesterday, do not until it was rubbish there is a miss”

Nicko and I could breathe.

Mr. Diman immediately glanced at me and Nicko.

“Aden equals Neng is done?”

“Oh yes” I replied hiding my panic.

“Already Sir. I have also reported to Mr....” my words by hanging and glancing at Keysa because I could forget the name of Boss Keysa.

“Pak Jaka” replied Keysa finally understood my gaze.

“Pak Jaka,iya” my timpal.

“Oh yes, Mr. Jaka said in the group,Thank Faw”, Keysa said with a smile.

He was not aware that Keysa's call to me made this Mr. Diman frown. Mr. Diman like him is still known by the name 'Faw'. Of course, he should still remember the little boy who always played near the security post and his family always called the boy “Faw”Because his gaze looked very confused.

“Faula's. Like her we have to go to the office” said Nicko so calmly speaking to me.

Good thing Nicko can outwit Mr. Diman's mind. I told you Nicko was smart.

“Oh yes. Let Pak” said with a smile and walked past the two security who were still staring at me and Nicko confused.

Nicko and I got into the back seat, let Keysa say goodbye to the security. We were too nervous to deal with them. Not long Keysa followed into the car and drove the car out of the housing.

“Crazy yes lo. Could-can his keceplosan call my name” said me by directly scolding Keysa.

“Iya sorry I forgot”

“It's a good thing Nicko Pak Diman is suspicious” said me by still upset with him.

“Iya. But Mr Diman still want ya the same lo?”

“Ya can, he still want the same child whose house used to fire” said me again with a heavy heart to say it.