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Zidane Arrested by Police

Zidane was arrested by police

My body felt extremely cold, as if I had just woken up from the dead.

My eyes could finally open, I held my still dizzy head. I tried to sit down, someone helped me because my body felt so weak. I could see the face of the person who was helping me, he was very anxious because of my condition.

As I recall I fainted on the floor of the hospital hallway, but now I'm on the hospital bed with an infusion tube in my hand.

"You don't papa, Jane?" ask a man with a voice I know very well.

"Why are you here, shouldn't you escort Mr Zidane?!" I asked Boby who was standing in front of me.

"I called you a few times, but there was no answer!

"Then the nurse here called me on your phone, she said you passed out this afternoon and didn't wake up!" obviously Boby, he was sitting next to me and watching me who looked dreamy.

I remember that I just remembered something very important, it turned out that he was near me a long time ago.

"You're not escorting Zidane?!" I asked Boby.

"Sir Zidane was arrested by police on charges of attempted murder and rape of an underage girl, 14 years ago!" said Boby.

I removed the infusion needle in my hand by force.

"Why did you take it off?" ask Boby.

"I have to go, to help Mr. Zidane!" I said. "Why are you even here?" my snapping.

"i'm looking for you!" answer Boby the police

"Regend! Take me to the Begokkkk police station!" my yelling.

Arriving at the police station I immediately approached Mr. Zidane who was sitting on the floor in a navy suit.

Not standing up straight away, Boby looked at me with a strange look, like there were a lot of things he wanted to say to me.

But I immediately pulled the hand of Zidane Arkana's main bodyguard to get out of there.

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"I'll be your lawyer, sir!" I said to Zidane who still looks cool despite being behind the iron bars.

"What kind of a name are you family?" ask a policeman who approached me.

"I'm his lawyer!" I said calmly, but I could not remain calm as the policeman looked at Zidane with a look of disdain.

"How dare you arrest Zidane Arkana, do you have any evidence?" my many.

"This hand-held phone belongs to Mr. Zidane Arkana and it was found near the victim!" the police said.

That old-fashioned cell phone found near the victim, why don't I remember that kind of phone on the evidence list.

"Jane I'll appoint another lawyer!" zidane said from inside the bars, standing from his seat.

"Why do you want to point at someone else?! While your Personal Attorney is already here?

"I'm going to defend this case!" I said kekeh.

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I've been sitting in the detective's room in charge of Zidane's character. I examined the evidence the police had before denying their allegations.

"Why is the phone suddenly here?" my many.

"It was here!" the Detective said.

I opened my tablet and opened the file about my typical first. Because this typicalus was my goal to get into the Arkana Firm, even though I had to bribe a prosecutor to get this file.

"Look, there's no evidence here!" I said.

"You...!"

For a moment I thought, why Mr. Zidane could be accused of a case like this. There are not many other typical who can do more harm.

"Did one of the Arkana families tell you to arrest him ?" my many.

"You don't just talk, Miss!?" the detective snapped at me, instantly I could see the look of fear on the detective's face even at a glance.

What are these cops really hiding?

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I went back to the cell where Mr. Zidane was detained for a while before being charged and he would be put on the shelf.

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That night I went to my old house, I asked my family to leave the house as it used to be and I called Kak Kian to ask some questions.

Zidane went to jail on false charges. He was accused of being the culprit who attacked me 14 years ago.

I feel there is something wrong in this typical. But I'm the victim and I already know the real culprit.

"Hallo, Brother!" my broom.

"Isn't it night in Indonesia?! Why did you call me? Is anything important?" Kian immediately scolded me with many questions at once.

"Sister said, I went to a college event and stayed at a friend's house the day I was attacked, right?!

"Do you remember Zidane Arkana?!Aren't you guys the same age ?" my many.

Previously I read Zidane's education history in Indonesia and he had entered the medical campus. Coincidentally the campus and the year of entry Kak Kian is the same as Zidane, although Zidane is said to be out in the second semester.

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That afternoon Zidane was led by the police to go to the prison because it was determined to be a suspect and charged by the Prosecutor. I immediately ran from my car towards the reporters who were swarming with Zidane who was still handsome despite wearing prison clothes.

"Stop!" I said, to the detective.

"Don't stop us!" the detective said.

"This is proof that Zidane Arkana was not the perpetrator of the attack on the High School girl 14 years ago!" I said while showing the flasedisk.

We went back inside the interrogation room, and they checked the evidence I had brought with them lazily.

Their attempt to get Zidane thrown in jail is one step away. But I made them check for evidence that wasn't even found 14 years ago.

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"Zidane, why!"

"Today Zidane Arkana was arrested for assaulting me 14 years ago.

"The reason is only because the mobile phone I mentioned appeared !" my clear.

"So it was Zidane?!

"But it's impossible, Jane! I saw him coming home from the show around 11 p.m!

"If he gets in the car, he'll get there after 11!

"Don't you say the guy came in when it was raining?! Neighbors say, the rain is over before 10:30!"

"Is it possible that Zidane was the one who broke my glass and called the police?" my many.

That night I went straight to the college that my brother meant. I found security there, apparently they still use CCTV cameras from the same company since 15 years ago.

So I could have easily gotten the footage when Zidane left campus on the night of 14 years ago.

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I took a few more pictures from my bag. Photos were taken at the campus event and inside were cheerful-looking photos of Zidane.

The man smiled like a student. He did not look cold and cruel in the photos.

The detective seemed annoyed at me, and inevitably with all the evidence they had to release Zidane tonight.

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"Sorry for making you stay here all night!" I said.

"You don't have to do this!" Zidane said.

"Do you know that the typical victim who ensnared this father was me?" my many.