Sincerity of Love JONATHAN

67. Welcome to Mr. Fahmi

When the car arrived in front of the police station, Bu Hajah Dijah also directly broadcast live on his face*book application, and the expensive flat object he had been holding pointed at the front camera.

'Wah .. new also a few seconds, already someone watching.' Bu Hajah Sejah rounded his eyes that had sparkled, when he saw there were 50 people who had directly watched the live broadcast. It only started a few seconds.

"So quiet, Pa? Where's the relative in Jojon?" fahmi asked in astonishment as she looked around the courtyard of the police station. Because there are no cars but police cars there.

"Try to enter first, Mi, let's look inside" proposed Mr. Haji Samsul. The boy nodded in agreement and put his foot inside.

"Gee!" A police officer who had just walked out of his room was shocked, seeing the arrival of Fahmi with his family. Just now, he and his friend were about to head to their house.

But isn't this a good thing? They certainly do not need to be tired of catching. The suspect had surrendered himself.

"Assalamualaikum, good morning, sir," said Fahmi with a cheerful face, he commented with a smile. His facial expression was the same as his two equally cheerful parents.

"Greetings walaikum. Good morning too, sir, please come in." The police officer opened the door of the room where he had come out. It was a 'Squest Room' and within it was his fellow profession who had just stood up from his seat. Then step closer.

"He's Fahmi my son, sir, who was the victim of yesterday's case." Mr. Haji Samsul introduced, although yesterday had informed Fahmi's photo. Because they're worried that they don't recognize Fahmi.

"Yes, I know, sir." The man nodded. "Please come in first, come on." This time the door opened wide. And his friend immediately held onto Fahmi's right arm.

"Gapain's in? I just want to make sure Jojon really gets in the foam. And where's Jojon's cell? Can you show me?" asked Fahmi curiously.

"Before you see where the cell is. I'm asking you to sit down, sir. Come on. Sit down first." The man holding onto Fahmi's arm instantly pulled his body. Force him a little to come in and sit in one of the empty seats.

"Why do you play pull me up like a gini? Don't be rude why, anyway?" Fahmi looks unacceptable and also angry, treated in such a way. The hands of the uniformed man were immediately rough.

"sorry. But you should watch the full CCTV footage," said Mr. Police while pointing at the laptop on the table. And his friend who was sitting in the chair in front of him immediately played the recording, and pointed his laptop in front of Fahmi and his parents.

At first, the CCTV footage looked nothing wrong at all. However, after a few minutes passed. Both Pak Haji Samsul or Bu Hajah Dijah— both look amazed, because they see the child continuously back and forth to the buffet to take food and drinks.

And the way he ate it did not really reflect a good Muslim. So greedy as a hungry man.

"Astaghfirullahallazim's chat. Why are you so greedy, Mi? Like never eating," grumbled Bu Haja Dijah who was embarrassed by the behavior of his son. Moreover, the two policemen knew it.

He was currently standing on the latter's body. Her husband sat next to Fahmi.

The CCTV footage was back rolling, until they all saw the long hands of Fahmi sneaking into a bag worn by a woman, both of them sat in chairs.

What was taken was not clearly visible, because the movement was so fast and he immediately put it in his pants pocket.

But even so, everyone would have known if what Fahmi did was stealing.

'Shit! Why is there a recording of the moment I stole?' inner Fahmi's upset.

He and his two men were certainly surprised to see what they were watching.

Fahmi also wanted to turn off the recording, it felt he could not stand it and he thought it was not important. Because it was also his disgrace and he did not want his disgrace to be seen by people despite his own parents.

"Don't try to stop this recording, if you don't want to suffer the consequences" he said in a threatening tone. His pitch-black bead of eyes shot a sharp glare towards Fahmi.

"But why are you playing a tape like this? It's not important, it should be if you want to rotate .. fitting the part where I'm locked in the toilet, sir!" berang Fahmi did not accept.

"Why? Are you ashamed?" satirize the Police Officer with a slanted smile.

"Tempo?" Fahmi's forehead frowned, and the next second he laughed. Because it feels like the man's question is quite tickling his stomach. "Haha .. Why shame? Did I make a mistake?"

"There you steal. Was that not a mistake?" The police officer smiled strangely.

He also felt inexhaustible with the man's thoughts. Though his crime was seen in plain sight, but it could be that he was acting ordinary and as if what he did was not a criminal act.

"What did you take in that lady's bag, Mi? Are you really stealing?" ask Mr. Haji Samsul to make sure. I swear by anything, he was completely unfathomable and incredulous. If it's true that his son stole.

"You don't embarrass us, Mi! You are the son of a rich man. Why would you steal everything?" hardik Bu Hajah Sejah who looks angry.

"Just steal, who steals?!" elak Fahmi was angry and immediately glared at the Police Officer who was standing next to him. "That woman was my friend, her name was Naya. And the reason my hand went into his bag was to pick up my souvenir. Which is the same as him. I left my stuff to him."

"If you want to take your property, it should not be in that way, sir," said Mr. Police who sat in front of Fahmi. He did not seem to believe what came out of the man's mouth. "The father can just ask for it directly, to the woman who owns the bag. No need for a secret."

"If you don't believe me, please ask him directly. Even if he said that it was his sovenir .. it was a big mistake, because he himself only accompanied me to be a friend when going to a party. The envelope money is from me!" obviously Fahmi at length. According to him, he told it, so that the Police Officer and his parents did not misunderstand. And think badly of him.

Of course, he really didn't want to look ugly by anyone. Including in the eyes of both parents.

"Oh yeah? Envelopes that contain 5 thousand, yes, sir?" police officer then laughed. His friend laughed too.

"Mr is really stingy. Eat a lot but give an envelope 5 thousand," ridiculed the other Police Officer.

"Father, don't be reckless with slander!" berang Pak Haji Samsul was angry. Although it has been seen clearly in the CCTV footage if his son is long-handed—in fact Pak Haji Samsul still wants to defend him. "Fahmi cannot give you an envelope containing 5 thousand. Even I am sure ... in his wallet alone it is impossible that he has money with a small nominal like 5 thousand rupiahs!" he added with a cocky tone.

"Whatever, you want to be sure and not sure. I don't care" tweeted the returned Police Officer. "It must be now ...." The police officer slowly reached into his pants pocket to retrieve something. And after he managed to get it he immediately linked to both wrists Fahmi. "Pak Fahmi I arrested, with article 311 of the Criminal Code which regulates slander committed by someone. Slanderous acts that defame others can carry a prison sentence of up to four years" he added.

Fahmi was shocked when he saw that both hands had been handcuffed, following with both parents.

"Lho, how am I going to be in jail? How's the business?" asked Fahmi who felt disbelief. But his heart just suddenly thumped and there was a feeling of fear growing in his heart.

"This is your arrest warrant, sir." The police officer who was sitting shifted a white envelope in front of Mr. Haji Samsul. The old man immediately took it, and while reading he felt surprised because the one who reported his son was a man named Jonathan.

"Lho, Jojon reported Fahmi? But it should be, Jojon who is in prison" he muttered in disbelief.

"Pak Fahmi's accusation against Mr. Joe is unproven. But on the contrary, Mr. Joe who felt he did not accept to report Mr. Fahmi. So now ...." The policeman looked at Fahmi, then clapped his hands with a triumphant smile. "Welcome Mr. Fahmi, hopefully stay in the cell and your cairo bachelor's degree will be added to the convict's degree."

...Bu Hajah ... try to check hapenya, it is still recorded live broadcast or not? 🤣 would be dangerous if seen and so viral 😆...