Rahman's Love Is Not Just a Taste

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Rahman and Umaiza got word from investigators about Rama by phone.

"Okay, we'll be there" Rahman said.

Phone connection disconnected.

"Why Brother?"

"Let's know about Rama,"

"Oh, okay, yeah, ready, are we there now?"

"Yes, before the parlor,"

Umaiza nodded.

"Sister, get ready, yeah,"

"Yes, Brother, Za, clean this up first,"

Rahman nodded with a smile.

"Where are you going, son?" ask Mother.

"You, to the police station, Mom,"

"When will it be?"

"So, Mom, this is the Dad case, this is the info,"

"Well, then, Mother and Mother are waiting at home,"

"Yes, Mom,"

Umaiza tidied up the dish.

Rahman is neat.

Umaiza immediately to the room and bathroom.

Rahman waited in the living room.

Mom went back into the room.

Umaiza is neat.

Rahman and Umaiza say goodbye to Mom.

They get in the car and Rahman drives the car to the police station.

They arrived at the police station.

Officers who had known Rahman and Umaiza immediately invited them to the investigation room without having to be in between.

"Morning" Rahman said as he entered the investigation room.

"Morning,"

"How, sir, what's the info on Rama?"

The investigator played a recording of Rama's voice

"Astagfirullah," said Rahman shocked

"So how do you wish to revoke the case against Rama what is it?"

Rahman turned to Umaiza

Umaiza shook her head

"After hearing the tape I won't, sir,"

"Well then, Rama is in court, yes,"

"Yes, sir, go ahead" said Rahman.

"Well, then,"

"If you may know, who recorded Rama's voice?"

"There are prisoners of Rama's cellmates,"

"Of course you can,"

Rahman and Umaiza asked investigators to wait for the detainee in the waiting room.

"Well, sir," Rahman moved from his seat and farewell to the investigator as well as Umaiza.

Rahman and Umaiza joined hands towards the waiting room.

The prisoner came

Rahman and Umaiza talked to him.

"What's the case about what?" ask Rahman

"Defend myself from the thieves who were about to steal in my house and rape my wife,"

"Astagfirullah," Umaiza rubbed her chest

Rahman held Umaiza's hand.

"Murder or persecution?"

"The murder, the family didn't accept I ended up being reported here,"

"Is there a lawyer?"

"No, sir, we can't afford that,"

"Well, as our thanks, we'll bring in a lawyer to defend you,"

"Thank you, sir, before,"

Rahman nodded

Umaiza smile.

"Are the victims distant?"

"Neighbors, sir,"

"Astagfirullah," said Umaiza again.

"Well, you can ask for your home address, we'd like to see your family, please,"

The prisoner gave his address without hesitation.

"Okay, then we'll go home first. Hopefully in the near future, you can be free,"

Rahman called you to him because he looked younger than him.

"Aamiin, sir, we're waiting for the good news,"

"Well, In Shaa Allah" Rahman said before leaving.

Rahman and Umaiza leave the police station.

The prisoner returned to the cell. Of course in isolation.

"Listen yes, brother, crime is rampant,"

"Yes, that's the consequence for those who don't have faith,"

"Yes, the law is just and unjust,"

"Yes, today money can freely play the law,"

"Yes, may the Lawyer please help,"

"Aamiin, pity his family for how they survived, too,"

"Yes, brother, that's what, Za, think,"

Rahman and Umaiza boarded the car and Rahman immediately drove the car home.

In the car they just kept quiet, playing with their minds.

They've reached home.