The Cuek is Normal

After funeral.

Sadam was leisurely standing between the curtains at the window. The curtain was thick enough that he easily hid there. The position is also very fitting so that it makes it easier to record what is happening in the living room of the house.

A middle-aged man who had been seen by him several times was televised. A highly respected and authoritative party leader. As he remembered he had a good view in the public eye all this time.

Sadam leaned the side of his left body against the window

"Master, I've brought him. He's the one you wanted yesterday in the market. " Tell the man with his flat face.

"Sure, send them the money and tell them I like the stuff. " Answer the middle-aged man.

The man immediately resigned and told his partner to bring the young girl into their master's room. His comrade who was about to pull the girl's hand came to a halt as the middle-aged man stopped him. He touched the girl's chin and stroked it.

"It's pretty. "he said.

Sadam was nauseous looking at the way the man had mapped the girl's body. He felt enough for the evidence he got. Sadam immediately stopped the recording process and saved his phone. His left hand reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a round object the size of a big toe. He carefully crouched down and rolled the thing that made a sound, quite disturbing the 4 people there.

Someone approached the thing that had now stopped at the corner of the sofa. Sadam smiled and counted down from the number three. Before the man picked it up, it let out a thick smoke and exploded.

With that little mess, Sadam threw another one at them before exiting the window he had forcibly opened. The young girl who was the victim fainted from inhaling the gas coming out of the explosion. So were the four men there.

"Come in and take the girl out, just put her in a mosque or a safe area that people will find" Sadam said as he was in the car that picked her up. He spoke to two men on a motorcycle with a protective mask on his face. The two men nodded before entering the house.

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The sun was already a little hot when Zahira and her mother came home after the funeral. Kenzo had already left after the funeral because there was a problem with the company he left behind.

Arriving at home, they were greeted by the waiter and prepared them drinks. All the relatives have gone home. His mother still shed tears while sitting on the sofa while looking at her wedding photo on the corner table of the living room. Zahira got up and sat down beside her mother. Trying to calm him down.

"The company will be destroyed. You have to take care of it from now on. Althoughoun may be a bit heavy for you who have never jumped into the company, I don't want the company that your father fought for from scratch to just disappear. " Say her mother.

"Let's just calm mom, there's Tomi who holds temporary leadership."

Her mother stopped crying and surprised her. He had never heard that name. Zahira smiled soothingly at the confusion of her mother.

"He was one of Kenzo's confidants" Zahira said.

"You believed? what if he takes the company? "

Zahira seemed to think for a moment before answering her mother.

"Maybe this Tomi isn't, but Za believes in the person who ordered it. If this Tomi acts out of line, he'll take care of it." said Zahira, his eyes staring at his hand that was holding his mother's hand.

"You believe in Kenzo? didn't you say he was bad? "

Zahira looked at her mother with a confused expression. It seemed that he also did not understand why he trusted the man while he also hated him simultaneously.

"You don't hate him, do you? you young man. If you like why not admit. Being yesterday also makes you calmer, right?"

Zahira frowned confused, from where did her mother know. Didn't he faint yesterday?

"Mother Kenzo's story. Because when I woke up I didn't see you. I just draw the conclusion from the story. "

"Mother, Za doesn't like that arrogant man and the forcible. About believing it, Za just believes he's a trustworthy person, not that Za likes him. " the suspect.

"Then did you not deny when he announced indirectly that you were going to marry everyone? "

"When? "

"Two days before your father died. I saw a reporter interviewing her about the fraud, a reporter curious because you were next to her in the last time. They ask what your relationship is other than a working relationship. "

Zahira. Why did he not know? Why did he not realize Kenzo was discussing their relationship with reporters? He rarely saw the news because he focused on the case that befell him and his parents.

"Did the reporter not try to see you for information? " ask his mother.

"That guy must have deployed his people to prevent reporters from meeting Za anywhere. He's got people everywhere to keep an eye on whatever Za's doing" Zahira said with her face off.

"Did he curb you too much? "

"Very! He's so possessive. Didn't even allow Za to talk to Za's bodyguard just to be stale. "the adunya with a little spoiled.

His mother smiled and stroked his head.

"If you're not comfortable talk about it. Don't be sorry. I know he has a lot of bad qualities. Many knew him with coldness and arrogance. But after meeting his mother and talking to her. I don't know why mom's outlook has changed a little."

His mother smiled warmly again before continuing.

Zahira chuckled softly at her mother's innocent speech. Zahira then remembered her father, It seems this trait is what he really likes. Because he also likes the thoughts of his mother like this.

"Mother_ Just for information.he is a strange person who is famous for hating women except certain people. In his eyes the woman who offered herself to him was just a cheap woman even though they were basically the son of a conglomerate. Za thinks his brain is a bit congested because of his bad thinking" Zahira said.

The doorbell rang at the same time as Zahira finished speaking. The waiter opened the door and found three men standing in front of the door. The waiter ran to Zahira's guest room to tell him the guest was looking for him.

"Just go in. " said Zahira.

The maid quickly walked to the door again and returned to the living room with the three guests. Zahira looked at the three alternately strangely.

"You know each other? " Say with a doubtful tone.

"There may be, I don't like the type like them." replied the youngest man, Sadam.

Yes, the ones that came were Sadam, Wewen and Anton. Since they came simultaneously would naturally be a question for him. Not long after letting them sit his phone rang. He reached into his pocket and saw a sipenelfon. Breathe out slowly before lifting it up.

"What's wrong? " ask.

"Why did they come to your house? You invited them? "

Zahira is eager to curse but remembers in front of guests and his own mother. He just put on an annoyed face as usual.

"You're crazy, aren't you? I'm still mourning by the way. Your anger doesn't know the place and the time! If you're curious ask yourself why accuse me?!"

Sadam could not help but laugh when he heard Zahira speaking harshly to his friend. He got up from his seat and forcibly snatched the phone from Zahira's hand.

"Hey buddy! Hurry up your dog barking. I just sat down on the phone. Take it easy. I'll keep him out of these two predators. They look tame so don't worry. Who would dare take a lion? " The script is relaxed.

"Hurry and get your business done and get out of there. Don't take more than 15 minutes or I'll beat you up. "

Threaten Kenzo before turning off the phone.

Sadam immediately gave the phone to the owner while clucking lazily.

"This madman is so possessive of you" he said sitting down.

"And you dare to him? I even got beat up when Zahira just drove someone to me. "asked Wewen with a horrified face. Seeing Sadam's brazen way of speaking.

Sadam glanced at him while shrugging tampa intending to answer. Makes the two men look at him dislike.

"Not important, they're both crazy. So why are you guys coming to disturb?" cut off Zahira who got a protest look from her mother.

"I'm not polite. We came to ask for your information as a victim of the Bambang Family case." Anton replied.

"You see your situation, of course. Are you all right? I'm sorry about this incident. I'm the first person you ask for help but don't help anything. " Add Wewen quickly because it does not want to be misunderstood.

Zahira did not answer directly. He turned to his mother and asked his mother to stay in the room. He did not want this conversation to make his mother think much. His mother simply nodded in understanding and immediately got up and left them.

"It's not your fault, I'm also wrong in this.... "

Zahira paused and turned to look at Anton.

"You really don't have social huh, I'll come the day after tomorrow. I don't want to talk about that right now. Discussing them only makes my head hurt" he continued.

"It's okay, sorry to make you uncomfortable. I'm just doing the official orders and protocols. If you don't want to now I'll make a statement later to back off the clock" Anton replied.

"Can I talk? because Kenzo only gives us 15 minutes. I have no problem breaking but do not know if you guys" said Sadam while smiling innocently

Wewen grunted looking at him. He's obviously upset.

"It's okay, we also have to go somewhere after this" Wewen said flatly.

"We have to go, take care of your health and call me whenever you need help. Oh yes_ "Wewen scratched his non-itchy count before continuing. "The body came back to them. In another status. Thank you for your cooperation at that time. But.. actually we need your man once again..hmm. This case should be revealed. We've got some evidence... " Wewen stopped with a doubtful face.

"What's wrong, when I'm ready I'll call you." Zahira.

"Such a mission won't get permission from the singer" chirped Sadam. "More than ever you talk about it in front of me. Obviously I will tell him. "sadam at the end of his sentence. underestimating Wewen who seemed careless.

"I know you're not one to be easily evicted if we want privacy. After all, a type like you wouldn't like to gossip " said Wewen casually.

Sadam laughed out loud. Making the three people there look at him pushyly. Zahira even throws a couch cushion at him. Ask him to respect others.