Rachania

RaKhania ~ 069

Rein and Ray go to the central police station in M. Rein meets with Danial, who is the police chief, for the murder of Richie Wicaksana.

"Well, did you come all the way here, Rein? This case is happening in my territory. So, you can't interfere in this case" Danial said.

Danial and Rein are old friends. They used to be together at the same police school.

"Please, Danial. I don't want to interfere, but I'm sure this case has something to do with the case 10 years ago" Rein explained.

Ray only noticed the two men in front of him who were arguing with each other.

"Sorry, Rein. I can't help you. Let's let this case we'll handle it."

"I'm sure if he didn't kill himself. Please finish this case, Danial." pinta Rein.

Danial just nodded in understanding. "You just calm down! If indeed this case is not an ordinary case of suicide, then all will certainly be uncovered" said Danial while patting Rein on the shoulder.

Rein and Ray get out of the police station and get in the car.

"Now what should we do, Dad?" ask Ray.

"We can't interfere in police affairs if we're not asked for help. The only way is we have to ask the ISS for help."

"Eh? Dad sure?"

"Yes, kid. If it was a black organization, I think they had more right to fully investigate the case." Rein replied by looking at his son.

"Where are we going now?"

"We're going to Rich's funeral."

Ray nodded his head.

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Meanwhile, an atmosphere of grief enveloped the Wicaksana family home. From morning, the mourners came to recite their condolences to Rakha.

Khay stood a little far away from the crowd of people who came and went. Liana had been sitting with her housekeeper. Khay stared intently at Niya who kept crying at the side of Richie's coffin.

Khay felt that Niya's acting was perfect. Khay looked at one by one the people who came. He felt nothing suspicious. After all he was sure that Liana would definitely tighten the guard in this house.

Khay was standing slightly behind as Rich's funeral took place. He saw Rakha, Liana and Niya who looked very sad to let go of their family members.

Suddenly there was someone standing next to Khay. Khay turned his head and saw a man wearing glasses.

"Ken?" Khay frowned.

"You just calm down. From now on, I'll be with you."

"Eh?"

"This case is not a case of suicide."

"You know what?"

"Yes. I'm going to go into that family."

"Eh?" Khay was surprised. "What if someone suspects?"

"will not. You believe me, don't you?"

Khay smiles. "Thank you for helping me."

From a distance, Khay can be seen smiling at Ken. Ray who again saw their closeness became claustrophobic.

"Isn't that the man, dad?" ask Ray.

"Who? Ken mean?"

Ray refused to mention Ken by name.

"Dad was sure he would help Khayla. Don't worry, son."

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"Auntie, I'm going to defend the condolences." Ken's approaching Liana.

"Yes, kid. Thank ye. Oh yeah, Rakha, introduce, she's Kenzo, she's mom's niece."

"Ah, yes. I'm Rakha."

"I know, I've heard a lot about you guys from my aunt."

"really? Why have I never heard of you from my mother?" Now Niya is talking. He looked at Ken.

"Sorry mom never told me about Ken. He's been living abroad all this time."

"Greetings, Ghaniya..." Ken greeted Niya with his masculine smile.

Khay just smiled at Ken's pretty good acting. While fixing the location of his gold-framed and box-shaped glasses, Ken looked at Niya with a difficult gaze to interpret.

"Rakha, can Ken stay here? According to mom if she lives with me instead of having to rent an apartment. Ken's alone here, his parents are gone." Liana asked.

"Of course I can, mom. Mother's family isn't our family either." answered Rakha.

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In a different place, a girl covered her mouth upon hearing the news of Rich's death from television. He was crying in silence and in silence. His heart was so saddened to hear this news of death. Either there is an inner bond, but the sadness feels as if they are one blood.

The door of the girl's room, opened and showed one man carrying a tray filled with food.

"Eat, Miss! You need to stay strong and don't make me hard."

The girl who was none other than Disha stared intently at the young man in the black suit.

"I want to go home!" said Disha accompanied by a sobbing.

"My brother's dead. I want to visit his grave." said Disha again.

The man seemed to be breathing. "Sorry, miss. I can't help you, miss." The man replied regretfully.

YOU!!!

Disha smashed a vase of flowers into the man's head. A second later the man staggered while holding his head. Fresh blood began to pour out on his head.

Disha doesn't want to waste his time. He immediately left the room and ran as fast as he could. Luckily, only one person was guarding the house.

The house on a hill is a villa owned by Alan Thariq. And the villa was indeed far from a residential settlement. Disha tried to run as fast as he could to get away from the place and look for the houses of the people.

Luck sided more with Disha because she managed to steal the man's cell phone. Shortly after being away from Alan's villa, Disha set her breath and began to open the man's cell phone which turned out to have no code.

"Huh? How strange. Times where there are no coded cell phones." Disha still manages her breathing.

Maybe it was his lucky day or the man intentionally wanted to help Disha? I don't know which is right. But now there is only one in Disha's mind. He called someone's cell phone number.

The phone is connected, too,

"Hello, Dika..."

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#connects...

*huft! Disha has met. And all events will be revealed soon.

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