Love Lembayung Dusk
Chapter 52 The confession of the perpetrator.
Awakened several times, making Dinda wake up late and miss his morning prayers. How not. Because, the fear that Candra will ask for more than just opening the hijab, suddenly makes her be aware even in her sleep.
"Astaghfirullah azim thing," cried Dinda immediately sitting as his gaze pointed to the clock on the wall showing the number six.
The place where her husband slept was no longer there. Go to the bathroom and wudhu. At least he will pray his prayers.
After performing the prayer, Dinda went back to the bathroom and did her routine. While taking a bath, he grumbled at Candra who did not wake him up.
Although not praying together, at least her husband should wake himself up first when going to the mosque.
Not stopping in the bathroom, finished with his clothes .. he still cursed Candra and was eager to scold her directly. Promise in the heart will scold the husband.
Busy with makeup, the sound of the door opening shifted Dinda's attention from her face to the door leaf that moved through the reflection of glass.
All the well-conceived plans were instantly shattered, when her gaze met her husband.
A radiant face emanated from the man wearing a new white long-sleeved koko kurta, until he was momentarily stunned and admired it.
The next second Dinda realized and immediately turned her attention to the makeup tool in front of her.
Glanced at Candra's wriggling through her eyes, and when Candra walked into the bathroom. He decided to get out of the walk in closet, but before going out Dinda prepared Candra's work clothes.
Out of the room, Dinda was about to go to the kitchen. However, he meets Grandma Ratih who arranges food at the dining table.
"For Grandma! Sorry yes, Adin did not help," said Dinda kindly.
"It's okay, or Non. This is indeed our. Where might we use the event to ask for help Miss everything," Grandma Ratih replied with a smile.
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As her husband said last night about their schedule today. Dinda was sitting in the dining room waiting for Candra to arrive.
Lightweight maroon shirts, black gucci pants that are not too stocky and pasmina colored in line with their pants. Already attached to his slender body.
"Morning," said Candra.
"Morning," replied Dinda bowed in shame.
The plan of wanting to get angry changed with the memory that floated on the incident last night. Where Candra blatantly expressed her wish. If Dinda has to open her veil in front of Candra.
"Kaamil will go straight to the police station. So, let's just meet there" Candra told me while pulling up a chair and sitting down.
"Why Emil, didn't you tell me directly?" dinda lirih protest. His intent wanted to kill the embarrassment that suddenly infiltrated the vaults of the heart. He stood up and prepared food for Candra.
"Because it would be better, if talking to a fellow man," prune Candra casually.
Candra pointed at the jar of jam that Dinda had not taken. His wife then immediately put the jar bottle and replace it as desired by her husband
"But I'm his sister" said Dinda.
"And me, your husband. According to Kaamil, it would be the same if it was told to me. Because, I will definitely tell you," defended Candra while sipping warm tea.
"It's different" murmured Dinda handed him bread that had been given jam and cupped in two.
"Already, don't be chatty. Let's eat your bread!"
"Who's that chatty?" salak Dinda betubah.
"You are." Show Candra.
"I'm not nervous, yeah. It's delicious," grumbled Dinda while sitting down, unknowingly pulling her seat rough.
Candra glanced at Dinda, and smiled faintly.
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Dinda threw her face out the window of the car staring at the highway, she was still annoyed at being said to be chatty. Suddenly the car stopped suddenly.
He gasped because his body was leaning forward. If it does not use safety fighting, then it is certain that his forehead will be bumped.
"Mas!" screeched Dinda while frowning in wonder with the look of the eyes demanding an explanation for Candra's actions to stop the car suddenly.
"There's a cat," said Candra watching the front of the car, Dinda following her gaze.
Sure enough, there was a cat that ran quickly across the street.
Candra did not respond. He turned his car back on and hit the gas at maximum speed.
There was no conversation between the two, the atmosphere was silent. Dinda was angry, but with the cat incident. The thing just evaporated.
More than half an hour drive, the car entered the Polda Metro Jaya area. Slowly the car stopped in the parking lot, and they went down together.
Just as a foot was about to step inside the police station, the voice of a half-crying person instantly held them in the doorway.
"Bang Candra, Brother Adin."
Both looking. "I don't think it's up first" said Dinda welcoming Kaamil who had approached with a ceremony.
"So papa wanted to come, but got a call from uncle who took care of grandfather. He said grandfather's condition was deteriorating" Kaamil said.
"How come?" ask Dinda worried.
"The plan is, papa and mama will leave at noon. So you're told to go home first."
Dinda quickly hooks up without asking Candra for approval.
"How are you, Mr Fathir?" sela Candra greeted the ceremony.
"Well Mr. Candra. What about you guys?"
"Thank God, we're good."
"Let's go in, let's get it over with." Dinda pulled Kaamil and took him in.
On arrival, they were greeted by police officers. With the direction of the police, they entered a closed room with two guards at the door.
The accused person is the prime suspect in the photo. Now he is in that room. Dinda was surprised to see the condition of the perpetrator.
"He why?" whispered to his sister.
"What I heard, was beaten to tell me. But I also did not expect to be that rich" Kaamil whispered.
A young man of Kaamil's age, sat down bowed with both hands cuffed. Although down, but the face with bruises is very obvious.
The four of them sat down in front of the perpetrator at a long table. Police escorted them to a corner of the room, to keep an eye on their interactions.
"Mas Danu, please cooperate. If you don't want to tell me who the real mastermind is, then you'll be threatened with a heavier punishment, ''" said the interviewer.
"I told you, no one told me. I did it of my own will" Danu flatly said.
"What are you doing this for?" sergeant Kaamil intercepted Dinda raising her voice with a murderous look.
Danu pulled the corner of her lips, which made Kaamil frown in wonder.
"Java!" hardik Kaamil was impatient.
"Prophet Mas Kaamil, we cannot behave like this" advised Mr. Fathir.
Candra breathed a heavy sigh. He thought it was his wife who could not hold back the emotions. However, it seems that his sister-in-law is more aggressive.
"It's all because of you," Danu replied ambiguously as she hardened her jaw with a gaze that could not be translated.
"Gw." Appoint Kaamil to himself.
Dinda and Candra exchanged lyrics, obviously Danu's confession made them not understand what he meant.
"Clearly!" lead Kaamil furious.
"Gw revenge on you. You broke my sister's heart."
"Huh" cried Kaamil and Dinda.
"Lu said to him, if you just think of Zivi as your sister. And my sister is hurt. That's why I avenge the pain he has with your brother," said Danu with eyes emanated hatred and revenge.
Dinda melogo and gaped.
"Hard to believe. Revenge for his sister."
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