Santri Famiglia's

Investigatory

Sai peeked at the flat object on his desk. He's studying Sanubari's special razor mechanism. His right hand scratched the paper, taking notes and drawing every detail he found.

Some days, he did. However, not all the details Sai can get.

In another chair, Eiji, Renji, and Abrizar read a digital newspaper. Renji and Eiji are finding out about a vehicle that is currently on the market. Especially Indonesia.

While Abrizar was analyzing the news about Muktar. The headset is fixed to his ear so that the other is not disturbed by the sound of the screen reader.

Abrizar typed the names of the judges who served in the trial. The police involved were also recorded. He's tracking their digital footprint.

Sanubari was reluctant to involve himself with such complicated affairs. So, he busied himself in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. According to him, struggling with food is better than seeing a dizzying array of coding.

Sanubari attacking tea. The housekeeping assistant robot ushered glass by glass at everyone after Sanubari finished pouring.

"Son the Good Kidnapper has not changed. Ever since, I still love to give delicious food to anyone."

Sanubari smiled, remembering when he was held captive by Jin. It was the first time Sanubari tasted luxury food. As a prisoner, the nutrition of Sanubari was highly regarded. Until now, Sanubari still considered the abduction to be a game as Jin admitted before Aeneas. Sanubari's trust in Jin has been deeply cultivated.

"I must be able to raise a lot of money in order to always share like Brother Kidnapper Good Heart."

There were still three ducks left from the previous day. The other three were taken to the place of the girls. Sanubari painstakingly separates flesh from bone.

He makes some as martabak, some as sauteed. Renji approaches.

"How fragrant. Has anyone cooked? You're making me hungry" Renji said.

"That's a martabak on a plate, cut it into pieces, then take it! Could be a snack."

Sanubari poured martabak leather dough into teflon. While other martabak that has been filled and folded in the frying pan.

"You're better suited to being a chef than Mafioso, Sanu!"

Renji brought a martabak that had been dismembered. He walked while eating one piece.

"What's wrong with being a mafia cook?" reply Sanubari while plugging new martabak into hot oil.

"Seriously, this is delicious! You're like a professional chef. But in the mafia world, you're just an amateur baby who doesn't know anything" Renji said. Put the plate to the table.

Sai is tasting. He also took it for Abrizar. Eiji also took a piece. In a short time, the dishes were instantly clean. Renji returns to the kitchen, picking up a new plate containing a hot martabak.

Not long after, all the cooking was finished. They moved mishit under, breakfast together.

The smell filled the house as Muktar opened his eyes. He's in confusion. Long time ago, he was just staring at the ceiling. As he remembered, he had just been serving the death sentence. However, the place now is not like the grave.

He did not hear the angel's question as he had learned. The lights attached to the ceiling looked very worldly.

"So, what should we do after this?"

"You're asking us to form an organization, but don't know what you want to accomplish??"

"I mean, I know. I want to create a peaceful world. My first goal was to make the free cemetery come true. Next, I don't know anymore."

"This village you may have control over, Sanu. But what about other cities?"

"That's ...."

"Obviously, our closest agenda is to clear your friend's name and stabilize the finances to support our organization. There'll be a lot of things to do after."

"Sister Abri planned it?"

"Yes, there's a lot on my agenda."

"I think Abri is better suited to be our leader than Sanu."

"I'm not interested in being the boss."

"Then, I think Abri would be more appropriate to be in the position of counselor."

"Why do you think that, Ei?"

"Because he's such an advisor. Even if he's not a lawyer or a lawyer."

"By the way about lawyers, isn't that Jin a lawyer? Then, he's in the second counselor position?"

"For what department? The important thing is to keep moving, right?"

"You'll understand once this organization gets big, Sanu. It will increase the effectiveness of the work because everything is arranged systematically."

"What did I say? Abri deserves to be a counselor."

"okay-okay. So, we have big boss Sanu, counselor Abri and Jin, then chairman Eiji?"

"It feels weird to be called boss."

Muktar could hear all that. But he doesn't know who is talking. Only Sanubari's voice was known to him.

"So I'm not dead?"

Muktar. He gathered energy before he came out. A pair of eyes noticed his movement. A man immediately left the food and approached her.

"How's your stomach? Ago? Something churning inside? Could fart?"

He held Muktar's stomach. His worries seemed excessive in the eyes of the face. While Muktar felt strange, getting up and down to such a question. However, at that time, Muktar was wasting gas.

"Sorry." Muktar.

"It looks fine."

"Certainly fine. The neutralizing formula yesterday will not paralyze his digestion" Juma said.

"Hungry? Want to join the others? Let'shelp! I'm Fukai. Sorry, yesterday I had to put a high dose of anesthetic into your body" Fukai said.

"I can stand alone" Muktar replied.

Juma gave a place next to him. Sanubari ran to the kitchen. He brought warm water and extra plates and spoons.

Muktar thanked me. They know each other. Muktar felt very lucky to get warm welcome from unknown people.

Then, Abrizar said, "What new name do you want to use? Think carefully, then tell me! I'll take care of your new identity soon. You can't use that name anymore because Muktar, known as the inmate, is dead."

They gave a brief explanation as to why Muktar was still alive. Muktar understood his situation.

"Just be open."

From that day on, Muktar was called Akbar. Spontaneous names that he thought of. He must accept this condition. At the very least, he did not need to hide when coming out with a new identity.

"All right."

After eating, Abrizar asks Akbar to look at his laptop. He can only collect data without being able to analyze it because the information obtained from cyberspace is limited.

There, there is a history of the transactions of the assembly and the apparatus since the establishment of the case until the end of the trial. Abrizar did not recognize them. He only found out the transaction after Sanubari said there was a possibility of bribery.

Akbar scrolls the document slowly. He read very carefully. He stopped his finger when he found a name.

"This ...."

"You found a name you know?" ask Abrizar.

"Yes, kyai's name is in the cottage where I teach."

"Did he send some money to the police?"

"He transferred five hundred million to presiding judge Tito."

Akbar was able to recognize because Abrizar listed the profiles of people whose names are listed in the bank account history. Because there are many people with the same name, Abrizar deliberately attach the data to narrow the possibilities.

"That is, there really is nepotism in the outcome of the trial."

"But, it could be that Kyai and that person are indeed in a joint effort, right? For example, agriculture, sell/buy land, or maybe trade Animals, K?n?"

Akbar did not want to be prejudiced. He himself does not know the truth. Prejudice becomes slander when it turns out to be wrong.

"Then, tell us, starting a few days before the incident until it happens! Maybe we can pull a red thread from your caption" Abrizar said.

Sanubari listened while eating taro chips. Others stop listening. They need a lot of heads to exchange opinions.