On Whose Lips Will These Tears I Drop

Chased Police

A happy feeling slipped into my body. A taste that was somehow like appeared as he pleased. I was just stunned to see a figure that had never been thought of by me at all, it turns out that God also created an angel in His world. It is very perfect, even I can say, I can say, more perfect than heaven and earth.

"Have come home, Nisa," the old woman welcomed the arrival of the beautiful girl who made me forget about any woman.

"It's granny," he answered in a soft, violin-like voice for a poet to blend in the melody. Why do I fall in love so often.

"Who's this, grandma?" His eyes glimpsed me then into the kitchen took water to wet his throat.

"He's Ladri, the man that grandma's been looking for all this time."

"Rarely sure he's like her?" Not yet answered by the old woman, he spoke back "Mama was nitip message, he said tomorrow he will come to pick up grandma." He sat on a chair while chewing a piece of chocolate that he had just picked up from inside his bag was also busy fiddling with HP.

I do not yet understand what this all means, and it is strange that this old woman actually had a child like her grandson, why she became a beggar.

But something stuck in my heart, her face like I've seen it, but where.

"Have we met before?" My toot.

"Meet, ah, you're all there. Look yeah, I'm a descendant of a conglomerate, and I can only be found smelling of luxury. Like you, amit-amit." He raised his hand expressing disgust at me.

Not long after, the beautiful girl who managed to make me love her, left just like that.

"Don't put it in Ladri's heart, it's like that."

I just nodded slowly as I let her grandson go.

"But if it's the offspring of a conglomerate, why did my grandmother choose to be a beggar?

He smiled at me, then asked me to come back into the house.

"Let's go inside" he sat on the chair while looking at me.

"Son Ladri, all my children are rich, it's them, not me. Although they often invited me to stay at his house, I never wanted to, because I did not want to be a problem in my children's families. My son will definitely agree to accept my arrival to his house, but what about their partner, will they agree to that as well. That's why I chose to live wandering in the middle of the street as trash. No need to talk anymore."

*****

After knowing far enough about her true identity, I planned to leave the old woman behind. Even if I want to help there are still many out there that I deserve to help, if with him, it's the same as teaching the hen to take out her eggs.

When I wanted to step in to leave, I saw some policemen leading to this house.

They've been equipped with various equipment to catch me. From some of those cops I saw a cop who shot his own partner a while back.

They're getting close.

"Why you?"

"Outside there's a policeman Grandma, if they ask about me, please don't tell.

I didn't waste any more time, from the kitchen door I ran away. A policeman saw my movements. I jumped into the bushes and ran straight from alley-to alley. Several times I heard the sound of a gun blaring into space.

A chase ensues, the sound of a gun soaring into space. Unfinished the sound of the next gun resonating in my ear, something strong and painful once slipped into my leg calf.

I got into a ditch, and some policemen ran straight towards me. They were so strong, they easily handcuffed my hand.

I they brought it in the car, there was nothing else I could do, just the word maybe residing in me, maybe this is the time of destruction that made my dream.

After a while of traveling, the car that took me stopped at a place that was devoted to people like me.

One of the policemen pulled my hand, and told me to walk. My feet are not strong to step on, only my right foot, my left foot hangs not touching the ground. It hurts, and it hurts so much.

After two minutes of stare, the policeman sitting in front of me said, "You're the one named Ladri?" His voice was a bit loud.

"Yes sir, that's my name, indeed" I answered flatly not looking at it.

"You know why you're here?" His voice grew slower, something in his hand he swirled around a few times.

"I don't know sir," I tried to look at him.

"Don't know, so why are you here?"

I just kept quiet, didn't heed the question anymore.

"Answer !" His voice boomed with a desk hit right in front of my face.

As I was surprised, a policeman standing beside me whispered to me, "The answer honestly*****so that you don't die."

"Yes sir I will answer honestly, I once stole in a gold shop, and in a mansion."

"Trus what else?" He brought his ears closer to me.

"That's it sir"

"Relatedly nothing else?" His tone swallowed, and his sitting position he corrected it well. What else would he do after hitting the table in front of my face.

"So who killed the cops when they were after you, who?" His face will not be less than two scorpions from my face, his eyes are very sharp.

"It wasn't me who killed him, sir."

"Call, eyewitnesses come here" he told a policeman standing next to me.

"Ready," his left leg closed tightly with respect. He stepped like a flag raiser.

Not long after he came back with two witnesses who I did not know at all. The two of them, as well as the two policemen who were then present in a heartbreaking tragedy for me.

"Tell me what you saw?" He pointed to a man wearing a black t-shirt, not too old because his face was a little older than mine.

"Look, sir, when it happened I was going around selling meatballs. At first I wanted to run, I thought there was a street vendor raid. But after I observed it wasn't, I saw a cop chasing him." He pointed it towards my face, "So he stopped, and when the same policeman wanted to bend him, he suddenly picked up a gun tucked in his waist. Without a second thought, he directs it, and it happens."

"That lie sir, I didn't do that. I swear to God, I didn't do it all, sir" I argued in self-defense.

"Be quiet first****, later it's your turn to talk" whispered the policeman standing next to me back.

"You, how do you see?" He went on to ask a little young man for an explanation from me.

"I didn't see it from the beginning sir, all I heard was the sound of a gun, I approached the source of the sound, I saw it" he pointed it to my face, "Holding the gun and planning to run away, but thankfully this man" pointed it at the policeman who actually did, "Came in quickly, otherwise I'm sure he must have run away. That's all I see, sir."

"The same two sources say you killed him. Now you're gonna deny that too." He stood up and left, as he stopped at the door and spoke to his subordinates, "Take him to the greatest cell in this place."

Before he was far away, I shouted to defend myself, "I'm not the killer sir, but he is," I pointed to the police who had some sort of revenge for what he was replying to me.

"Sir, I'm not the one who did it,"

"Be quiet*****, it's obvious you're the killer's still gleaming. You want your punishment to get heavier? If you don't shut up."

I could do nothing more, only the power of God I was waiting for.