Next to Heart
SEASON TWO
LOOKING FOR DINDA
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Sorry if there's a lot of typo
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"Sorry sir, are you looking for someone?" asked the middle-aged man who was standing right behind her.
Imran turned around and looked at the middle-aged man, judging from his appearance, the father was like one of the street vendors around the PAUD school where the Twins were studying. The man was about half a century old, slightly fat and short, wearing a hat and dark-skinned.
Feeling that the man before him was unmoved, the middle-aged man walked closer to Imran, trying to introduce himself, perhaps doubting me, the father thought.
"Include me, my name is Mr. Sholeh, I am a siomay seller, usually in front of the fence" point the father towards the fence, right behind him.
Imran nodded, "I am Imran sir, the father of Al and El, the twins who attended school inside." Imran said.
"Are you looking for someone?" mr. Sholeh repeated the question he had asked.
"Yes sir, my wife said she was going to pick up our two children, but before long my wife disappeared and her car was still parked here without any sign of her whereabouts" Imran said.
"You mean, Dinda?" ask Mr. Sholeh make sure.
"Do you know my wife?"
"I know sir, here who does not know the mother of the twins, has been kind again polite to older people, Nak Dinda is also very generous and diligent in giving, all traders here know him very well because of his kindness" said Mr. Sholeh at length.
Imran who listened to the middle-aged man before him, smiled faintly. He does know how the nature of his wife since she was his first friend.
"So you see where my wife is?" ask Imran later.
Mr. Sholeh seemed to be thinking, trying to remember the incident a few hours ago.
"So I had seen Nak Dinda before school ended, but because I kebellet so I went to the toilet, fitting me back accidentally I saw Nak Dinda like being put in a car, like being put in a car, by two men" said Mr. Sholeh.
Imran's forehead wrinkled, "do you mean father?" tanyanya's confused.
"Yes sir, I thought it wasn't Nak Dinda because I only caught a glimpse of it, but I felt confident in what I saw, incidentally, it was still a little quiet around here so maybe no one was aware of the incident, you also tried to chase the car that brought son Dinda, he said, but because the father is old so the strength of the father does not reach the car" explained the middle-aged man again.
"Are you sure of what you saw?" ask Imran to make sure.
"Yes sir, I'm sure" replied Mr. Sholeh steady.
"So you see not the license plate of the car, how does it look?" Imran started to panic.
"The car is black, if the brand you do not know, understand the father of the poor do not know the name of the car brand, if the license plate number you just see the number aja not see the back code"
"How many license plates sir?"
"You're not wrong 501" Mr. Sholeh appears to be trying to recall the number of the car carrying Dinda.
Imran reached into his pocket, took his wallet and took out some red money and gave it to Sholeh sir.
"This sir, a little windfall for you, thanks to the information" Imran thrust the money he took from his wallet, making Mr. Sholeh surprised.
"This what sir?" asked Mr. Sholeh confused to receive the money sheet that Imran offered.
"This is your fortune because it has helped me provide very important information"
"No need sir, I help sincerely" refused Mr. Sholeh.
"The windfall should not be rejected sir, everything you said I am very grateful" Imran again offered the money sheet.
"But sir-"
"Accept sir, this is your fortune, I have to go now to track down my wife's whereabouts"
"Alright sir, thank you very much" said Mr. Sholeh gratefully.
Imran nodded, then the man immediately entered his vehicle and drove back across the street.
In the car Imran was busy contacting one of his friends who used to track the license plate number of the car, as a lawyer certainly not difficult to trace it.
"Hello" a voice sounded from across the street greeting Imran's sense of hearing.
"What's the matter Ran? panicking too?'
" This time I got kidnapped, can I track the license plate of the car?"
"Bini you were kidnapped?" Rey, handsome was surprised to hear the news she received.
"Yes, according to the information I received"
"Yes, you send me the license plate number, let me track it"
"But just Rey's number, the code doesn't know what?"
"Where's the number?"
"From street vendors around twin schools, who had seen it happen"
"Maybe it's a little difficult, but I'll try to help you"
"Thank you bro, I'm sending you the number now"
"Yop, I'm waiting"
After the call was closed, Imran immediately sent a message plate number that Mr. Sholeh had said.
"501, that's his number bro"
The message was sent, before long the tick both changed the blue color of the message sign had been read.
Ting...
A reply from Rey came in.
"*Gue help bro, be patient, once I get the info directly I call, oh ya you know what brand of car?"
"No idea, but according to the info that I received the car black*" Imran again replied to Rey's message.
"*It's not hard, but I tried 👌👌"
"Thank bro, I'm waiting for info from lo"
"Yoi sob, 👍👍*"
Imran again tried to call Dinda's mobile number, who knows this time luck sided with her, and the number has been back active, he thought.
But again only the voice of the operator who answered his call, Imran sighed tired.
Imran stopped the speed of his vehicle on the side of the road, leaning on the back of his car seat to just unwind, the man scowled the base of his nose in order to reduce the dizziness that a little bit.
"Where are you dear" lamented Imran.
Amidst his anxiety, suddenly the man remembered something that might be the mastermind behind the disappearance of the wife.
Imran fixed his seat, the man turned on his car engine and drove back across the street, he knew where he was going now.
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