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Wrong Address
Al had just moved from his study, the transaction he opened after dawn had made a pretty decent profit. He does not pursue any target, if the market is good he trades, otherwise he will choose to relax in his apartment.
Since moving into the apartment, only two trading accounts have he played. One sacred account and one new account, try using MT 5. Since long ago he played one device one account, so do not go in and out. Because the computer devices in the house are not moved, so 4 other accounts while resting first.
"Breakfast first, the abis wants to swim," he said as he stepped outside into the kitchen. He had ordered chicken porridge from the canteen below, but had not yet arrived.
"Maybe in line, this hour must be a lot of people looking for breakfast" he murmured again. While waiting, he brews non fat milk.
Al stepped towards the sofa that was in the living room, one warm milk mug in his hand. As soon as he placed the ceramic cup on the table, the sound of the bell rang out.
"Ting.tong...,"
"His bury came, nih," he thought happily. His stomach that has been hungry since then has been difficult to compromise. The occupants were already screaming for immediate food.
"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. With Sutan Al-Farabi," said the man with a short, fair-skinned stature who was already standing at the door. Al gets the two foreign men already standing in front of him and greets him.
"Yes. Sorry what's wrong, sir?" al asked astonished as he had never seen this person before. Judging from his appearance, the man looks like a skipper or a cutlery and the large-bodied dept collector, maybe also his bodyguard.
"May I come in, there's something I need to tell you" the man said.
Al swept his gaze around the corridor, he was so astonished by the security in this apartment. Why would this stranger go straight to his room.
"I'm sorry, I told the guard that I wanted to see my family. That's why he was immediately allowed to ride," the man gave an excuse. It seems he can read Al's mind.
"Come, Sir. Please, "there is no other option for Al except to invite his guest into his room.
The three of them sat on the sofa, Al was quite confused as well. During his life this time his residence had the arrival of guests. Especially people he doesn't know at all. He forgot to prepare drinks for the two men.
"What's up, huh?" al sign without getting wet stale again.
"Sorry, I'm Hendro Wijoyo and this is my assistant. Maybe you forgot me because when we worked together, you were very young at the time" he said calmly.
"Cooperation?" al was confused. He never felt like he was working with anyone. But suddenly he remembered the investment problem that Maria had gathered a dozen years ago. Al did not want to be rash, he let the man explain everything.
"At that time I deposited capital with your mother of Rp.150 million in your trading account. In the agreement I will get 20 percent profit with a one-year contract period. I just got a one-time share of results it turns out that the funds are jammed because there are indications of money laundering. So I'm here to ask you how the funds I've deposited on you,"
Although Al had suspected this had something to do with Maria's bodybuilding investment, it was enough to shock her as well. Moreover, this person could find his address after ten years of hiding himself.
"I'm quite concerned about what happened. But there's something I need to straighten out here. Since the age of ten, I have learned to trade and make rupiah. The money I was using was pocket money I received from my parents. Because I wanted to seriously study trading and make the job my future livelihood, my parents ended up paying Masta Maria as a private tutor. It wasn't long before Maria and my father got married" explained Al calmly. The two men in front of him seemed to be listening well to what he said.
"I heard that Masta raised funds from several businessmen and the surrounding community. After his business crashed I just knew if he could easily gain the trust of people because the funds were managed in the trading world. My name was also dragged there. Honestly, Sir. I don't know about that investment. I trade using my own capital, no capital Maria dime in my account, even my trading results are enjoyed by Maria entirely," said Al again.
"I've met Mary while she was in prison, it's about capital it's just like you. As long as the search for the world bank is not complete, you do not want to appear in the middle of society. Some days I got your info back, so I came here. I need that money because it's my business capital" he said in a tone of pity.
"Is there any evidence that shows the money was sent to my account or anything else. Is there a letter I signed as proof that I received the money?" ask Al again.
"Well, that's strong evidence. When Maria started playing investing, I was about 15 years old. I do not understand when he often took my photos, the profit I made and also my trading account history for what purposes? After the event it was only discovered that he painted my name as a mainstay trader who manages funds from investors,"
"So how, this? ask the man again.
" Mary is free, you can see her. Ask for clarity from him?" Al tried to give advice.
"I've been patient enough. Ten years I waited and didn't want to take legal action because I still believed my money could come back. I've met your mother, she said the only one who knows exactly when the money will come to Indonesia is you, but I'm very disappointed. After my painstaking efforts to find your existence, it turns out the answer is like this," said Mr. Hendro with a fairly high tone.
"Sorry, Sir. Please don't scream. I have conveyed what it is. The funds that the woman raised were not with me, so if she gave any more reasons confirm it to the person concerned. Remember, Mary is not my mother. He was my private teacher who later married my papa," said Al no less.
"You think I can be lied to," snapped Mr. Hendro again. The sturdy man who had just been silent had started to react. But Mr. Hendro's hand gave a code to keep him calm
"I've said, I don't allow you to speak out loud in my place" Al said in a fairly firm tone.
"I will report you to the authorities. Me and the other victims who belong to the group will speak to the court" the man threatened.
"I don't enjoy your money. Intimidated as to whatever my answer remains the same. So if you want to make a report or take the legal path please. As a good citizen, I will be cooperative. If called to be asked as a witness or anything else I will fulfill" Al challenged.
The man moved from his seat, followed by a strict man who was loyal to his guard. Angrily he stood in front of Al and brandished a fist.
"Don't play violence, I've been kind to my guests" Al calmly got up from his seat and put the man's hand away.
"Your intention is just to want your money back do not get because your emotions will just stay behind bars. Remember that! I don't owe you a penny, you got the wrong address" Al let the men out of his room politely.
Al opened the door, without permission, Mr. Hendro and his bodyguard went straight out Al continued to look at the man until the two entered the elevator, of course with his face calm and smart.
"Did he really come here of his own accord? Not the setting that Brent or Maria made to blackmail me?" ask Al in my heart.
As he wanted to close the door again, Al saw a courier coming towards him, carrying a serving of chicken porridge.
"Sorry sir had to wait quite a long time, today one of my employees is off so a bit of hassle also serves inter-messages," the middle-aged woman hurriedly apologized to her customers for being late to deliver orders.
"Yes, Mom. It'sit's okay. Not too late for breakfast, really," Al said with a smile. He received the porridge and gave a piece of money 20 thousand as payment.
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