Picked up Angel Izrail

Reporting to the Police Station

One of the men immediately ran away, to take Sanifa somewhere. By using the speed in stepping, managed to reach the steering wheel of the car.

"Hey, let me go!" Sanifa could only mutter, as it covered her mouth with a cloth.

"I don't understand what you're talking about" he replied.

Sanifa endured the pain, the pain, when the embers from the cigarette hit her hand. Sanifa looked at the man with a smile, while doing such a commendable thing. The cloth that covered Sanifa's mouth opened, then slipped off by itself.

Drrta!

Suddenly the phone rang, then lifted with his left hand. Kramiy, Berlin, and Zarin laughed out loud. They were eating, looking at each other and smiling.

"Has that lowly woman been tortured?" ask Kramiy.

"Yes, she almost cried" he replied.

"Do it again, until he's completely killed his character. I want him to be tormented for longer, to be afraid to fight us." Kramiy said.

"Relax the boss, as long as the pay is smooth for sure I will do it" he replied.

The man stepped foot, approaching Sanifa. He prepared to torture her again, by slapping her cheek repeatedly. Fresh blood poured from the corner of his lips, until it spilled onto the floor.

"Please let me go!" Sanifa spoke in a weak tone.

"Eat him, you don't pretend to be a hero. At Green Leaf High School, Kramiy and his friends are worthy of respect." he replied.

Xaiza is looking for Sanifa, by bicycle. Xaiza asked the many people she met. No one knows of its existence. Xaiza did not hesitate to report to the authorities.

"Reports can be processed, if you pay the down payment" he replied.

Xaiza is emotionally disturbed. "Sir, you are the state apparatus. It must have been paid, why should I ask for payment from the people who are in trouble."

"This is our right, if you don't like it please go." replied the blonde.

Xaiza went straight to the other police station. Despite the long distance, Xaiza was desperately trying for Sanifa. His little heart could not ignore someone who was persecuted.

"O Allah make easy the way of the servant, to help Sanifa in this matter." monologue Xaiza.

Finally Xaiza arrived, although the sweat was pouring. His breathing was ngosan, still got a rejection from the police station. Xaiza went elsewhere, then got a rejection as well. Not knowing why, the road was not easy.

Xaiza rubbed her hair in frustration. "Oh my God, I almost gave up. As difficult as the lower middle class, until not responded to in times of emergency."

Suddenly, a man patted her on the shoulder. He was in full uniform, with a charming smile.

"I know you need help. Let me help you, to find your friend" he said kindly.

Xaiza was amazed by the authoritative nature of the police. "God finally sent someone to help us. I've been so confused, I don't know where to go."

Ms. Xaiza got into the police car, after putting her bike in the back seat. The car made its way down the narrow street of the city, but did not find Sanifa. Ms. Xaiza and the police stopped by the store for a while, buying a few drinks.

Cemara looked at the clock on the wall, showing it at 20:00. Cemara was surprised, because Xaiza had not yet returned home.

"Where is he? Why isn't the clock coming home?" Cemara was thinking about his son, I don't know what was done outside.