Taint

Shocking

"What's up, son?" prawira asked when Nadhea had put down her phone.

"Mas Arsen wants me there and the police want to talk to me. Pa, why am I suddenly feeling bad, huh?" Nadhea looked at her father.

"Not good how, son?"

"Come, Pa." Nadhea took a glass of water and sipped it. "That day, Mas Arsen asked for a week, I don't know what his purpose was. The plan was, the day after I got there. He promised to sign our divorce papers. But, why did he suddenly ask me to go there today?" continued.

"Papa can't guess either, son. But, this time Papa's with you."

"Don't, Pa! Papa has a relationship promise" said Nadhea.

"Papa is worried about you, son. Papa can't let you go alone."

"But, Pa___"

"If this relationship is reversed because Papa canceled the meeting, it means not yet sustenance. No, don't think about it! Let Papa take care of it," concluded Prawira.

Nadhea could no longer refuse, Prawira insisted on taking her to Bandung. As a result, after eating Nadhea immediately called Kaivan— apologizing for not visiting, while Prawira immediately searched for tickets with the fastest flight.

While waiting for the flight schedule, Nadhea sat alone on the edge of the bed. His heart was beating fast and the feeling was turbulent.

"Why does it feel like this? What am I worried about? Mas Arsen is under police surveillance, so it's impossible to do anything about it. He must be fine too, the evidence was that the police did not say anything. I should just calm down, right?" nadhea tried to calm herself.

"But .. ah," continued Nadhea still in the mind.

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The hour hand was already showing the number two, but Prawira and Nadhea had just stepped off the plane. Although Surabaya-Bandung flight does not take long, but looking for the fastest ticket is also not easy—lewat noon they just departed.

Without wasting any time, Nadhea immediately ordered a taxi. This is where they are today, in a taxi ready to take them to the police station.

[Be careful! Let me know if there's anything.]

Half an hour later, they arrived at the police station. Prawira and Nadhea report to the officers regarding his arrival. Then, they are welcome to enter. After making small talk, the police immediately delivered a new case from an Arsenic William Osric.

"Pak Arsen has confessed to all crimes committed, including illegal drug and gun trafficking, taking lives for personal business purposes, and taking the life of his girlfriend several years ago. Now, all assets belonging to Mr. Arsen are confiscated, and the sanction for him is a death sentence."

Nadhea closed her mouth when she heard the police explanation. Although all this time little understood that Arsen was not a clean person, but he did not expect it to be that bad. Even more unexpected, Arsen admitted it in detail. Wh why?

"From Mr. Arsen's testimony as well as the evidence we have gathered, we have decided not to implicate you. In addition to no evidence that leads to you, currently your position is also as a victim" continued the police.

"Thank you." Nadhea trembling. "Sir, should it be a death sentence? Sorry, not that I defy the law, but .. mmm___" she said.

"I understand what you mean, but the law must be enforced. Illegal drugs and weapons traded reach a very large number. Even with lives lost, there were a total of 27 lives, including his lover."

Nadhea nodded, "Well, I understand, sir."

The police invited Nadhea to meet Arsen. However, Nadhea was silent for a moment, pensive and thinking about everything that happened suddenly.

After managing his heart, Nadhea moved and stepped towards Arsen's place. Not behind bars, but the room where prisoners were swept. This time, Prawira also stayed.

Shortly thereafter, Nadhea and Prawira arrived there. Nadhea's eyes immediately collided with Arsen. However, instead of being sad like himself, the look in Arsen's eyes even sparkled.

"Mas Arsen" called Nadhea slowly.

His eyes glanced across Arsen's entire body. The strapping body that is usually clad in a formal suit, is now only covered with jerseys and pants typical of prisoners. The hand that used to hold pen and file, now only decorated with handcuffs. The difference is very contrasting, even eliminating authority and charisma.

However, there is one thing that is interesting about Arsen now. His face looked cheerful, even with a smile, looking sincere without coercion. It was as if Arsen was a person who had no burden.

"Thank you for taking your time, dear." Arsen's smile widened.

Seriate....