Sorry, Ma!
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A group of police officers seemed to be crowded into a luxurious house. Some of them stood guard in the front yard, and some accompanied their superiors inside.
The atmosphere in the house looked foggy. Grief was enveloping the super magnificent residence. As if all the luxuries that are in it can not replace the sense of loss that has just befallen the family of its inhabitants.
Some relatives still seem to pass by there. They all appear to be wearing black clothes.
In the living room, a woman about thirty years old, was sitting pensively on the sofa. Beside her was a husband who looked very supportive. The husband's hand had circled the wife's back.
"We will investigate the case until we can find out who did it" a police officer said.
On his right chest was the name RIGAR. While on his shoulders there is a symbol of two yellow lines. A police officer. He's very young. His face looks very handsome. His body is tall and strong.
Next to him was also a police officer of the same rank. It says Prima's name on her right chest.
"Thank you, Commander." The husband thanked him as he stood by the police officer's movements.
"Then I say goodbye. Once again, we're sorry for your loss."
They shook hands, and the policeman, whose name was Tegar, nodded at the friend next to him and coded all his members to leave the house, after several checks.
After the police officers left, the husband again sat next to his wife.
"The police will definitely find the culprit, we pray for them to get a clue soon," he told his wife while giving elusan many times in his arm.
Unfortunately, the wife did not respond at all. His view seemed empty. However, her tears kept rolling down both cheeks. When seen with the naked eye, the woman's life spirit seemed to have been swallowed by deep sorrow.
After work this afternoon, the two of them were shocked to death after finding their only daughter dead in the warehouse located next to the kitchen.
The boy's body was covered in blood. His temple was torn and his arm appeared to have been torn. There were several stab wounds all over his stomach, which definitely made him lose a lot of blood.
The culprit really is bia-dap! Who would do such a horrible thing to a child? Where is his conscience?
"Hiks .. hiks." The wife's voice began to sound. From then on, he just cried in silence. "I can't live like this, Arun," said the woman sitting on the sofa as she recalled the body of their poor little daughter.
The man, called Arun, calmed his wife and took her into the room.
"Sleep, Honey!" said the husband when his wife's body was drowned in a thick blanket. Arun sat on the edge of the bed. A gentle elusan from him landed repeatedly on the wife's forehead.
Slowly, the woman began to close her eyes, then fell asleep because she was probably too tired to cry.
Seeing the ruined condition of the wife, Arun let out a rough sigh. He said in his heart. Even to the burrow, he will surely pursue the culprit. The one who willfully eliminate their only daughter. Especially in a very inhumane way.
The man seemed to be clenching his palm tightly. The veins on his arms and forehead seemed to be popping out. Her eyes are red. His jaw is hard. If he finds the culprit before the police, then he intends to tinker the body of the culprit until smooth as ground meat.
"Papa will surely avenge all your sufferings, son." Arun was determined with overflowing emotions. Her nanar gaze was fixed on the leaves of the room door that was still partially open.
***
"Why did you call me again?" ask a woman to someone across the phone. His face looked extremely annoyed mixed in panic. Instantly the woman's gaze followed around, worried in case anyone listened to their conversation.
The woman looked stupefied.
"Hundred million?" the correction, worried that his ears had heard wrong. "Are you kidding me? Yesterday I just transferred fifty million, and now you're asking for another hundred million? Are you blackmailing me?" asked the woman in a stifled voice. His hands covered his mouth so that his voice would not be heard by anyone.
"I don't want to know, if you don't want to give me the money, then I'll open my mouth in front of the police" he said, smiling sarcastically.
"Don't!" Of course, the woman did not want to be in prison. "You'll get it, but give me some time." He tried to negotiate.
"Do you think I'm stupid?!" snatch that guy. His voice sounded blaring so that the woman had to keep her phone away from the ear. Then, he attached it again after a few jokes.
"I need time to ask for that money from my husband" he said. "Two days, give me two days." The woman continued to try to negotiate. A panicked expression so thick was painted on his face.
The person who called was still stunned for a moment, then again said, "Alright, the next day I'll call you again."
Finally, the woman was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Quickly disconnect the call before anyone sees it.
***
Erianiza and her husband just came out of a room. The room in which there is a psychiatrist. Ever since Eri always said that her daughter had been kidnapped, Argan immediately took her to see a psychiatrist.
The decision was taken, because Argan did not want the wife to be constantly overshadowed by things that would only make her look more like a person who forgets himself.
Last week, Eri almost got hit by a truck passing in the street in front of their house, because he thought a little boy standing across the street was his daughter. But that's not the truth. So, from that moment, Argan immediately took him to see a psychiatrist. Fearing that his wife's mental state would worsen if he did not act quickly.
"Did you hear what Clemira said?" Argan asked as he opened the car door for his wife.
Eri did not immediately reply, his gaze staring straight ahead.
"Do you think that I'm crazy?" Argan's question was not answered correctly by Erianiza. He even asked back. The answer will not be given by Argan.
"Come on Eri!" argan said to his wife. His hands were stretched out toward the car seat.
"I'm not crazy, Argan!" eri firmly on the husband with both eyes that have been glazed. His voice sounded vibrating.
Argan appears to twist his body and turn his face away. Eri's attitude again made him rise in blood.
"Eri, we need to get home. Come on in." Argan tried to hold back his emotions.
However, Eri did not look at her husband. The woman did not even heed the man's words.
"I'm not crazy, Argan. I saw with my own eyes that those people were taking Fabia away!" eri said it's getting worse.
Both of his cheeks were already flooded by the mourning water. The shadow of the panicked face of the princess who was then carried away by people dressed in all black complete with a head covering again flashed in his mind.
Eri, who had just returned after buying a drink, was shocked to see her son being held by an unknown man. He tried to catch up and stop the kidnapping. However, from the other side appeared another man in the same outfit, holding Eri and hitting the woman's head to make her fall unconscious.
