Sorry, Ma!

Not Dalang

Some of the outdoor apparatus scattered in, but did not dare to do anything, because indeed the mouth of the gun that Diego was holding pointed firmly at the head of Tegar. Of course, they couldn't possibly let their leader die silly.

"Detach, Diego!" squealed the moustached man once more.

However, Diego instead pulled the trigger of the gun so that a few seconds later a thunderous gunshot was heard.

DOR

Diego's body collapsed to the floor after a single bullet shot through his head.

Everyone is flabbergasted. No exception Hardcore.

Their compact gaze led to the thick-moustached man.

"Why, Ndan?" Rigid asked with a frown.

"I just want to save you," replied the moustached man lightly.

"But, we-"

"There are still many ways to find information about where the little boy is."

The thick-moustached man immediately sauntered from there after asking some of his members to clean up Diego's body.

Some police officers are doing their job.

While Tegar still flinching. Between confusion and surprise. Only one was on the young officer's mind. What would he say to Erianiza and the family about Diego's death?

***

In another room, Hima was being interrogated by a female police officer who served there. The woman gave only the answers not knowing, not knowing, and not knowing all the questions asked. As a result, the interrogation officer left him alone in the room.

FLECKISH

Suddenly the door of the room opened wide. Appears to a kriwil-haired woman in a tight t-shirt suit and dark brown jogger pants. Without saying much the woman approached Hima, then placed a sling bag on the interrogation table with a single bang.

BRAAAC

Hima was shocked. The head, which was originally resting on an arm-mounted table, was now raised to an upright position. A surprised expression was on his face.

"Beautiful drug trafficking" said the woman with the kriwil's hair.

Hima was not surprised at all by the woman's words. Because in the bag he was wearing there were indeed five hundred grams of illegal drugs that were about to be handed to Diego, but failed because Arun first hit both.

The kriwil-haired woman stood beside Hima, then pulled her hair, making the head of Arun Permana's wife look perfect.

Hima grimaced, enduring the pain of the woman's actions. Both eyes were closed deep until there were many wrinkles around his eyes and forehead.

"Quick tell anyone who works with you! If not, will I gouge out your eyes? It's obvious the evidence is in your bag, pretentious to say no idea, no idea!" threaten the kriwil-haired woman.

It turned out, it was just his appearance that looked like a thug. However, the fact is that he is one of the best investigating members in the city police.

Not only was the threat in the form of a sentence, the policewoman also showed a syringe near Hima's eyeball, so the woman grimaced more and more in fear.

"Don't do that, please!" Hima started to get down on guts. Shaking her head slowly, the woman grimaced almost crying.

The female police officer with the kriwil hair did not want to waste much time. He held the syringe in an upright position, then began to touch the tip of the needle at the base of Hima's eye.

Hima was hysterical.

"Noooo! Fine, I will say it," Hima said with a breath of breath. Both of his eyes seemed to be flickering.

"But, please let me contact someone first" Hima said after the policewoman loosened her grip.

"You still dare to negotiate apparently!" said the policeman with a furious tone, then again gripped Hima's face and put a syringe that only contains the drug. An anesthetic that allows a person to be honest without losing consciousness.

"Ba-good, okay. I'll say it" said Hima quickly with a body that trembled again in fear.

The police officer moved the syringe away, then returned back the step. Giving Hima space just to breathe.

"Actually ...."

FLECKISH

The door to the interrogation room was wide open. Who else came if not Stiff? Not wanting to miss the golden moment, he also had to get information as soon as possible about Fabia's whereabouts.

"Commander!"

Tegar nodded, then whispered something to the policeman.

The male police officer nodded in understanding, then continued his interrogation.

"I-I don't know."

Again Hima shined her tongue, made the policewoman again furious, then went forward and injected the drug into Hima's arm.

The woman was hysterical, then a few minutes later her gaze began to fade and the smiles were not as clear as those who were drunk.

A recording camera was activated by the criwil-haired policewoman, then positioned her in front of Hima.

Tegar still observes how the policeman works, without wanting to take the role first.

"Hehe."

Instead of speaking, Hima chuckled incoherently.

The police officer turned for a moment towards Tegar. "Is there anything you want to ask, Commander? He was ready to answer any question now."

Rigid forward, then approached Hima by pulling up a chair and sitting right next to the woman.

"Tell me everything!" say Hardcore.

"Huh?" Hima narrowed her eyes as if she had not heard a loud speech.

"Tell us what you know!" peekik polwan hairy kriwil. Maybe he was tired of facing Hima who was very good at acting.

"Oh, hem .. do you know? My husband loved his first wife. And he .. heh .. didn't love me that much."

Tegar and the policewans exchanged glances hearing the opening sentence from Hima.

"Hey, you think we want to hear your love story, huh?!" snarled the polwan.

Rigid spread one hand towards the policeman. Code language to let Hima say anything. At least, Tegar also hopes to get clues about the death case of Rachia Arunika.

"And what do you know? Everyone suspects that I killed my own stepson. But, I dare to swear by the gods," continued Hima with a bent facial expression. "I didn't kill Chia. I swear, I didn't kill him."

Tegar and the policeman exchanged looks.

***

Argan was still sitting in his chair when Windri entered the room. His chin rests on one hand that forms my elbow. The expression on the man's face was hard to guess. I don't know what he was thinking.

"Master!"

Windri broke the silence. Because, it is obvious if the boss is daydreaming so that he does not realize his presence at all.

Hearing Windri's sound waves, Argan finally blinked many times. His attention was directed at his personal assistant.

"How's it?"

A short question arises from a pair of Argan lips, but has a long meaning in the understanding of Windri.

"Diego is dead!"

DEG

The information just received from Windri, just jerk Argan to change the sitting position to stand. One fist airs out in front of his mouth, the lali is blown away many times.

"Then, Eri?"

"With his parents."

Argan shook for a moment, then resumed the dialogue.

"I'm going to meet them" he said, then took the contact of the car lying on his desk.

"But, Mister. You ...."

"I'm fine, Win. You better finish your job."

Argan left his room after saying that.

After Argan left, Windri only shook his head many times, not thinking. But the task remains the task. Things that are mandatory to do.