Sorry I Love You, Friend!

A Prayer

Hervi flipped through the paper from the report of the number that was successfully tracked from the phone that was left behind when the drug syndicate mask was raided. Some of these numbers were no longer active since an hour ago. While conducting reconnaissance, a suspicious movement occurred from behind the headquarters. Some people then walk around in box cars that transport goods. Seeing this condition, Hervi decided to direct the raid because he feared the drug syndicate was trying to move and eliminate evidence.

After the raid, found dozens of kilograms of drugs Isotonitazena class that has been packaged and ready to be marketed. Unfortunately this information was leaked at the last minute so that only a few workers remained in the field. The rest run kocar- until difficult to be frozen.

"Vi, there's a nyariin" Dion put an isotonic drink on the table and pointed at the entrance.

Hervi cringed as soon as he saw Aska and Aldi standing there, waiting for him. "What's wrong?" Hervi asked in surprise as soon as he saw Aska's disheveled face.

"I contacted you a choice of times," Aska bursts out directly. "Are you so busy you can't pick up the phone?"

"Aska," Aldi shifted Aska aside and smiled awkwardly at the still confused Hervi. "Sorry Vi, this child abis eating a mercon so it's a mouthful mosquito," joked Aldi.

It felt like she wanted to pinch Aska until her sister realized that not everyone could tolerate her emotions. "It's a kid you don't have the brakes on," he's inward.

"What's wrong?" Ask Hervi again, this time to Aldi.

Aska threw her gaze away, staring into the street from behind the glass wall that directly faced the highway.

"We need your help. Can we have a chat for a second?" Pinta Aldi mediates.

Hervi glanced at the clock in his hand. "We can talk in the cafeteria? I still have some work to do so I'm not sure I can get out now."

Aldi agreed.

Hervi stepped in first. The corner of his lips drew an amused smile as he saw Aldi dragging Aska who was still putting on an annoyed face. Aldi did not stop kombat-kamit warned his sister to keep the attitude.

"Have you had dinner?"

Aldi nodded while Aska kept throwing her face to the side. Don't want to see Hervi.

Hervi smiled, his heart sighed in anxiety at Aska's pouting face. Her hands itched wanting to pinch those white cheeks. "Ok, I'm sorry. I was busy on the field all day so I couldn't pick up the phone" Hervi said.

"ignore him. So we came because we needed your help, Vi," Aldi's sergeant, ignoring his sister's annoying attitude.

Hervi sighs resignedly. "Help?"

"Yes. Where's the number, Aska?"

Aska softened, she turned to look at Hervi. Then, hold out a paper with a mobile number.

"That number contacted me and Ibu Bima two days ago. I've tried to contact him several times but there was no answer and today the phone number is no longer active" Aska explained.

Hervi took the paper and looked at the twelve rows of numbers inside. Hervi's forehead shriveled, it felt like he had seen the same series of numbers. "Who are you wondering whose number this is?" Guess Hervi.

Aska nodded quickly. "Mother Bima had raised her and she heard Bima's voice. The call didn't last long, just a few seconds."

Hervi looked back at the paper in his hand. The longer he chanted through the row of numbers, the more certain he had seen this row of numbers somewhere.

"You can, right?" Ask Ask Aska to make sure.

"I didn't promise. It's protocol-related anyway" said professional Hervi. He caught a disappointed look on Aska's face but there was nothing he could do. As a police officer, he still has to be professional and obey the rules.

...***...

Hervi's headed for his desk. He was very sure he had seen the same number and sure enough, as soon as he opened the report he had read. Hervi found the same phone number.

"Why?" Pie approaching Hervi. Once inside the room Hervi hurriedly opened the file with a tense face. Invite curiosity of his other colleagues.

"Pie, you've got the owner's profile report from the number on this paper?" Ask Hervi.

"Yet. Cybercrime kid's still investigating."

Hervi nodded in understanding. "Once you get it report it to me immediately."

"What's up Vi? How come you suddenly tense up gini?"

"Let me tell you." Hervi. If the owner of this phone number is related to even one of the members of the drug syndicate, then it is certain, if Bima is still alive as Aska thinks then the man is in danger.

...***...

Grek entered in a hasty step. As soon as he received the report from his men, he immediately returned to the main factory. Two guards in front of the cell failed, causing one prisoner to open the door and try to escape. The prisoner ran away with the guard's cell phone with him.

Lucky the guard outside the building realized and immediately chased. The prisoner was successfully arrested and brought back but apparently the prisoner managed to contact two numbers from the mobile phone he was carrying. As a precaution, Grek immediately commanded all members to prepare. They must leave the base immediately. Grek did not want to take the risk, it could be that the prisoner was contacted by the police.

The two-hour time brackets they managed to leave out of the old headquarters towards the main factory. Shortly after, sure enough, dozens of police broke in and ransacked the headquarters.

Some of the freelancers were still there and the box of goods ready for circulation had not been successfully moved. Although the calculation of the losses borne is quite large but it is better than the loss of prisoners because they are the biggest source of income in this business.

"Akhs! God fucking. Because of you all so messed up," cried Grek, the dragon-tattooed man imprinted on his naked back. His anger peaked because of the events that occurred this morning. He vented his anger at the thin-bodied man who caused this problem.

"You're lucky that the boss delayed your execution. If not, now you must be just a lump of flesh and bone," he jolted while throwing a kick toward the belly of a thin man.

The moaning sounded like a desperate chant from the skinny man lying helplessly on the floor.

"Boss, our informant said today's raid was planned a few days ago and had nothing to do with today's incident" Ergan reported.

"Your phone?"

"It's been secured," Ergan's code. The phone had been thrown into the sea to remove traces of police surveillance.

"Good," Grek nodded in satisfaction. "Find out the number he's calling. Monitor and make sure there are no threatening gestures" he ordered. Grek should stay alert. Although the possibilities were small, he did not want any trouble later on.

...***...

Lord, keep Mama and Aska out of danger. I shouldn't have brought my loved ones into this matter. What if they hurt Mama and Aska?

I can't, can't, god please ...

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