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Gifts

The next morning, Arif arrived at the police station. The Chief of Police immediately invited Arif to see the results of CCTV footage obtained from the front of the house occurred his murder last night. The best policemen look very serious watching CCTV footage.

"Here we can clearly see that the man who killed the woman was a limp man who was walking in Mr. Ali's house as well." Said Mr. Kepolres seriously. They are still watching the CCTV footage.

Arif turns his neck next to Mr. Capolres. And now their eyes are looking at each other. "We matched the man's fingerprints with Ali's ones in his car." Arif said seriously.

Mr. Kapolres mangosteen, as a sign of agreeing with Arif's remarks. And Mr. Kapolres quickly ordered his men, tracking down the fingerprints of the limp man they suspected.

"Good." Fingerprint tracking of the disabled man was also carried out. It did not take long, only 30 minutes of fingerprint recording of the man was found.

"Report sir, we found a similarity of the cripple's fingerprints, with the fingerprints we found in Mr. Ali's car." Report one of the police, to Arif and the Police Chief.

"We have to quickly catch that disabled man." Tell Mr. Kapolres firmly.

"Ready..!" Sahut his men swiftly.

Arif seemed to be thinking hard. How to solve this case, to be finished quickly. Arif wants to quickly go home to the city, he does not want to get late with this problem.

A day of searching. But traces of the disabled man were not found. I don't know where the man is hiding. It's full of puzzles.

Now Arif is on his way to his house. All the way home, he thought of Ali. Just this time he found a case that was hard to solve. It felt like his head was about to break thinking about the puzzle in this case.

Arriving at home, his life spirit was immediately down, dim. Because he did not find his wife in his parents' house anymore. It feels like all of his burly muscle muscles are squeezing. Chest feels sore, sore and tight. Because returning home can not be received from the wife. Don't be welcomed. His wife's cell phone could not be reached.

Throw his body violently into the bed. He bowed his body with, while mende legitimately long. Poking his left cheek on the soft bed, with a very sad eye.

He missed his wife, who could not be contacted until now.

Huuff...

long lamenting fate, Arif got up from his bed, dragging his feet towards his wardrobe. His hand weakly opened the door of the cupboard, grabbing a white box that was on the top shelf. the white box he opened and it turned out that the box contained a black cell phone.

Arif gently rubbed the phone. Suddenly, the man's chest felt increasingly tight when he watched with clingy phone that had not been used for a long time. He always kept that phone. Because that phone, is the last gift from his best friend Ali.

Ali's phone was given to Arif, when the man was a bear.

"I'll keep this phone of yours until whenever Ali, you know, this tragic loss of yours shakes my heart. I won't be able to calm down, if I can't find out who killed you so vilely. Accounts won't calm down, I'll find out who the killer is. I'm pretty sure you killed my best friend."

Arif spoke to himself with misty eyes. Swiping his great rumbling chest, in order to calm himself. He put the phone back in his box and then put the box back in the closet, he could not remember about Ali again, he felt very resentful and upset at himself, because until now, he could not finish the death of his best friend Ali.

Arif thinks the spirit of Ali at this time, must be very disappointed in him. Because he can't reveal the truth about his best friend's death.

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