Papa To Kirana

Chapter 47 Buntu Street

Frans, who was driving to the TV station where Cindy was working, turned to me several times in dismay. I leaned my head against the car door, looking blankly at the sidewalk of the road that seemed to move as the car drove.

“Hopefully we got some good news from Cindy,” Frans said trying to calm me down a bit.

“Police that was mostly eating micin or why the hell,” I murmured furiously.

“I don't know either. Ah, what a coincidence. There it is Cindy.”

I followed Frans's point of view. It was true that Cindy had just stepped out of the entrance of the TV station.

Cindy looks sullen, folds her hands in front of her chest and stomps her legs in annoyance. From her body gestures, I'm sure Cindy didn't get permission to make news about Harsa.

“How?” frans asked as we approached him.

“Nihil,” said Cindy rolled her eyeballs.

“What did your Boss say?” ask Frans.

Cindy ruffled her waist, and her voice was made-up to resemble a man, “Harsa was a well-known public figure at a charity. If we make bird news like this, there are people who actually accuse us of defamation and impact on the rating of our TV station.”

Frans and I laughed at Cindy who was showing her boss' words.

“If from you how?” Cindy asked back.

“We are also the same,” Frans said. “Any, the police even back accusing us of making it up.”

Frans scratched his nape that didn't seem to itch. Along with Cindy who was upset.

It seems like all roads are dead ends. The police and the media can't help. Then what am I supposed to do?

My mind floated considering how Kirana's fate was right now. Is he still alive? Ah, naw. I can't think strangely. I have to think positively.

“When they were at the police station earlier, it seems they did not seriously respond to our report. Why yes?” Frans muttering.

“That's because Harsa has a connection in the police force,” a vote.

The three of us turned to the source of the voice coming from a woman behind me.

“Alexa.”

I was stunned to see him right behind me, especially his appearance. He looked thinner than the last one I saw.

Alexa came forward to join us who were warmly welcomed by Cindy.

“Oh, so you're Alexa. What is meant by Rama tether his heart is Balin.”

Cindy glanced at me, deliberately beating hard a few times. He smiled, and shook Alexa's hand.

“Include me, Cindy.”

“Alexa.”

“Me, Frans.”

Frans also reached out to shake hands. But somehow, I unconsciously brushed off Frans' hand which immediately jumped in shock.

I was surprised why I did that too.

“So, Harsa has connections in the police force. Who is it?” ask Cindy curious.

“Cop commissioner named Jones.”

As Frans flicked his finger, his eyes glared at the sign he remembered something.

“Iya I remember. Mr. Jones, he is indeed good friends with Harsa.”

Then I saw the figure of a short-bodied man who had just come out of the TV station. The man seemed to be looking for someone, and was ruffled around the waist when the look in his eyes caught the four of us.

“Cindy, quickly get back to work!” yelled the man.

“That's your boss, Cindy?” I asked as I looked at the short man who walked over to us.

Cindy nodded, and whispered, “His name is Mr. Sholeh, but all the employees call him Mang By.”

Mang By stopped, staring at the four of us one by one full of annoyance.

“You can't force Cindy to make cheap news. Our TV station will not broadcast obscure news as you want.”

“I didn't engineer that video. The person in the video is actually a former subordinate of Harsa who has been told to commit a crime.”

Mang By ruffled waist defiant, “Then I want to meet that person.”

I was nervous for a moment, realizing that Dodi had been killed by Harsa once she was found to have defected.

Mang By smiled cynically looking at me who was speechless. Then he told Cindy to come back with her job and walk away from us.

Cindy who was still motionless could only sigh in alarm.

“Actually I'd rather be an admin of a gossip account than a reporter,” Cindy said.

“That's him. Gossip,” exclaims Alexa flabbergasted.

Me, Cindy, and Frans turned their heads quickly towards Alexa who was smiling.

“Society is easier to eat gossip, right? Let's just make a rumor about Harsa's crime through social media. Surely later netizens will find out for themselves the truth.”

“Smart,” compliment Frans.

Cindy nodded, “Ide was good. The power of netizens. We need to try.”

“Cinnddyyy!” raung Mang By who had been waiting for Cindy.

“Iya. Yes, Boss. I came,” reply Cindy who walked half ran over to Mang By.

Now it's just me, Alexa and Frans in front of the TV station building. Suddenly Frans gets a call from his mother asking to be accompanied somewhere.

Frans closed the call complaining. She had already guessed her mother would match up with a woman she did not know at all.

However, Frans inevitably had to obey the orders of the mother so that his name is not crossed out in the family card.

“You just go, Frans. I can take a taxi to Cindy's house to pick up my car and suitcase.”

“Oke, then. Call again if you need help.”

Frans patted me on the shoulder before he got into his car. While Alexa still stood beside me even though I ignored her existence.

I was about to walk away, but Alexa grabbed my hand.

“Balin, you trust me, right?”

I didn't answer, threw away the bonds of our hands and left.

“Balin,” call Alexa.

My steps stopped and turned my head. One clear circle flowed on Alexa's cheek that was staring at me. The nose of the curly haired girl was flushed from crying.

Alexa, the woman I know is jolly and rarely sad, now is the first time I see her cry.

Did my actions hurt him?

I tried to keep walking down the sidewalk with Alexa following me and calling my name.

Then while crossing the highway, from the end of my eyes, I saw a biker speeding towards Alexa. I immediately turned around.

Running as fast as she approached Alexa, and I hugged her, pushing Alexa's body to pull over.

Almost any. One second I was late, the biker must have grazed Alexa.

I shouted at the motorcyclist who kept speeding without guilt. Then, I realized we were still in a hugging position on the side of the road and immediately let go.

“Other times be careful when crossing the road,” I shout scolding Alexa.

“You still care about you,” Alexa said.

I threw away my face, still not answering Alexa's words, but the woman forced me to look at her.

“Balin, please give me one more chance to make up for all my mistakes,” Alexa said.

I left Alexa again, but just a few steps, Alexa shouted, “I will bring you together with people who can help you get proof.”

I'm stopping.

“Who?”