Papa To Kirana

Chapter 46 Police Station

As soon as I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar room. Narrow room with green wall paint.

I tried to sit, even though all the joints in my body felt lax. I realized I had changed clothes. Then I looked around for my suitcase but there was nothing in the room.

Before long the door crackled open, and a woman in the doorway looked surprised to see me. Strangely, the woman ran like she had seen a ghost.

Does my appearance resemble a ghost?

My reflex touched my face. Then, there were footsteps approaching.

“Balin.”

Cindy and Frans were at the door. They displayed a flabbergasted face as well as relief, then the two brands entered into the room. Frans sat on a chair by the table, while Cindy sat on the edge of the bed.

“Thank God, you are awake,” said Frans sighing in relief.

“You need something?” ask Cindy. “Sorry, Markonah, my domestic assistant. She was shocked when she saw you wake up.”

My gaze swept around the room, “I am where?”

“You are at my house,” Cindy said. “We accidentally saw you being gang-raped in the middle of the road.”

I was surprised, remembering something.

“Kirana! They brought Kirana,” I said frantically and tried to get out of bed.

But my movements stopped because my whole body hurt as soon as I stood up. I groaned withstanding the pain.

Frans and Cindy held me back and helped me get back in bed.

“Balin, relax. You are still sick,” Frans said.

“But he managed to take Kirana.”

“Yes, but you also need to calm down first. What's actually going on? Who do you mean, Balin?” frans asked curiously.

Cindy's two eyeballs looked straight at me. The look on his face revealed seriousness and straightened his back.

“Balin, I know there's something you're hiding about Kirana's identity. Aye right? Now tell us. What really happened?”

I'm silent. Staring at Frans and Cindy in turn. They also looked back at me to wait for my answer.

“Kirana is Karina's son, right?” cindy said guess.

I nodded, agreeing with Cindy's words. Then he looked down and told her what had happened to Karina and why her son was with me.

Frans put his back on the back of the chair after hearing my speech. So did Cindy who immediately let out a long breath.

“This is what I've been waiting for,” Cindy said. “I know from the first time I saw Kirana, her face is very similar to our friend, Karina. But at that moment it was like something was being hidden. I impeached. Maybe you don't want to tell a story yet. So, I always come to your restaurant in the hope that one day you will tell me about who Kirana.” really is

“Yes, and when we talk about Harsa in front of you, Balin, we deliberately. We deliberately lured you so that you also told Harsa a little,” Frans added.

So that's why Cindy always comes to my restaurant and always asks me to come. She's waiting for me to tell her who Kirana's mother really is.

And Frans. He secretly suspects that Kirana is the son of Karina and Harsa.

I'm getting down deep, “I'm sorry I ever suspected you guys were some Harsa.” spies

Frans patted my shoulder and chuckled softly.

“It is precisely us who are sorry. Because of the behavior of both of us, you become suspicious of us as spies Harsa.”

“If I had told you straight away,” I said with regret.

“Already. No need to regret the past. Now we focus on the problems that are currently happening. Anyway I'm not at all offended you suspect me,” Cindy folded her hands and put on a smile.

“What's your plan now, Balin?” ask Frans.

“Reporting Harsa to the police of course,”. “And unpack all the ugliness of Harsa. The media has always covered him as a rich and generous person. It's time everyone knew what Harsa's true nature was like.”

“Yes, right,” Frans chimed. “Harsa is always involved in charity events, but it is actually just a mere imaging.”

Cindy snapped a finger. As soon as Frans and I looked.

“In case you take care of exposing the rottenness of Harsa, leave it to me. I am a reporter. I'll make sure that Harsa's crime news is covered by the media tomorrow.”

Cindy smiled as she puffed out a proud chest of her reporter self. But Frans seemed ordinary, he thought of something.

“But we need proof,” Frans said.

“There's on my phone,” I said with a look around looking for that advanced thing.

“Oh, I keep it in the drawer,” Frans pull the drawer that is on the table next to the chair. Then he handed me a cell phone.

I showed you a video of Dodi's confession still on my phone. Cindy and Frans both leaned in to notice the video more clearly.

“What can this be a news source?” my many.

“Yes, I'll try to talk to my boss so he wants to load the crime news Harsa.”

Cindy and Frans laughed at my stupid question. But soon they got serious.

“Of course, Balin. We're your friends. I told you, if there is any problem, do not hesitate to ask for help,” Frans said patting my shoulder.

I took a long breath. Smiling at my two best friends when I had put my prejudices on them, but they were not angry or offended at all.

“Then I went to the police station, Cindy went to see her boss. And you, Balin, just rest at Cindy.”'s house

“If need anything just call Markonah,” added Cindy.

“No. I'm going to the police station too. They need my testimony, right?”

“True too. But should you rest, Balin?” frans asked looking worried about seeing my condition.

“Kirana is in danger. No time to rest.”

 

***

 

Fifteen minutes later, the,

Frans and I sat next to a police officer, but his face was like a prisoner ready to receive the death penalty. This one cop doesn't seem serious in responding to my report.

I glanced at Frans a few times. He is just as ugly as me.

“Where and when exactly does kidnapping happen?”

“On Green Valley road, Approximately at one o'clock in the afternoon,”.

“You recognize the characteristics of the abuser?”

“Iya. The kidnapper Harsa Russell.”

The police officer frowned hearing me mention Harsa's name. He accidentally dropped his pen on the floor so shocked.

“Sorry, Harsa Russell you mean successful businessman, daughter-in-law of the late Indra Irawan, right?”

Frans and I nodded at the same time.

“Yes he kidnapped Kirana.”

Still with a puzzled face, the policeman picked up the dropped ballpoint pen and continued his note.

“What do you think makes Brother Harsa want to kidnap a toddler?”

I looked at Frans. The problem is I don't know why Harsa did that either.

I also let out a breath of air. It was clear the police were rambling.

“Good Police Officer, I don't know either,” I said with maximum patience. “That's why I asked the police fathers to arrest Harsa immediately. Ask that guy yourself. Why do abductions to young children?”

I kicked the table in annoyance. As a result, the policeman got on a blackboard, he put a pen and leaned into his work chair.

“Begini yes, we will not process false reports. So we ask for clear information.”

“Oke, Sir. Kirana is Harsa's son. But I really don't know why he kidnapped his own daughter? He has even tried several times to harm Kirana and I.”

“Nah. You are making it up, everyone also knows that Mr. Harsa has no children. After all, there is a father who kidnaps his own son. That's not kidnapping his name.”

“Gosh. Why am I arguing with the police?” I muttered at the limit of patience.

Frans, who saw my anger, tried to explain to the distraught policeman.

“So like this, Sir. We have evidence that Harsa has been committing a crime.”

Frans elbowed me who threw away my face because I couldn't stand to see the face of this cop in front of me. Then whisper.

“Balin, video it.”

I showed the police a video of Dodi's footage he saw at a glance.

“This video is not strong as evidence that Mr. Harsa committed a crime,” kilah very police.

“Can only be engineering. It should be CCTV video or what is recording Mr. Harsa himself is committing a crime. Not amateur videos like this.”

I rose to my feet until the chair I was sitting on fell.

“Terexistent,” as follows. “I will arrest Harsa with my own hands without the help of the police.”