The Love Desire of the Son of the Ruler

Captured

"What po-police?" Melani rounded her eyeballs as well with a stammering tone of voice.

"Rubber, Miss, '' replied the middle-aged woman who has worked for more than 10 years at the residence of the Minister.

"Mas, how's this? Why did the police come here? Help me, Mas. Use your power against those cops."

Mr. Alamsyah was silent while thinking. Even though he was a minister, he still could not go against the law. If the police get Melani to her place of residence, it means they have enough evidence about the crime that the woman has committed. Inner Mr. Alamsyah.

"Better you go with them first, Mas will find a way to free you later. Don't make things worse, Mas promised to get you out of jail as soon as possible, said Mr. Alamsyah.

"But, Mas-"

Mr. Alamsyah immediately hugged Melani's body trying to calm down. He even rubbed the woman's back gently and affectionately.

"You know that Mas loves you, don't you?"

Melani nodded her head faintly.

"Mas can't possibly let you linger in jail, Mas will hire a great Lawyer. Mas make sure you will be free, believe the same Mas, '' he said later.

"Promise?"

"Yes, honey. Mas promise.'' Mr. Alamsyah began to break down the embrace.

Melani finally gave up. He followed the desire of his Mentri lover to surrender. Despite feeling heavy, she decided to trust the words of the man who had been her lover for more than 3 years.

"But remember, you should never involve Mas in this matter. If Mas goes to jail with you, no one will release you later."

Melani nodded her head with a sour face. The two began walking out to the front room where three police officers were currently. It was clear from Melani's face that she was terrified. But also covered in question marks? Did Indah really report her actions to the police?

"Miss Melani, we came here to pick you up on charges of kidnapping as well as murder*han. You have the right to be accompanied by a lawyer and defend in our office later," said one of the police handcuffed Melani's hands shortly after she arrived in the front room.

"What's? A murder? No, I'm not a killer at all, it's all a lie!" Shouted Melani not accept.

"You can do a defense in our office."

Mr. Alamsyah speaks a thousand languages. He did not do any defense against the woman. Of course it makes Melani really feel disappointed.

"Why are you quiet, Mom. WHYAAA! I'M NOT A MURDERERUUUH!" Melani increasingly shouted hysterically and cried in front of the Minister who currently looks like he does not want to get involved with all the problems that are being faced by him.

Without further ado. The three policemen took Melani by force. It did not matter even though the woman revolted even just kept shouting. If it is to be honest, the man who still serves as the finance minister has absolutely no intention to release the woman. He did not want to sacrifice his position as well as his good name by defending the woman who had been designated as a murder suspect.

Chequek!

Blug up!

The door of the police car was opened and Melani really went in there. After that, the door was closed again. The car eventually drove out of the yard and raced through the streets.

"I'm sorry, Melani. You are the one who killed my wife Aprilia. Mas can do nothing more than let you languish in prison, muttered the Minister staring at the car until it completely disappeared in the darkness of the night.

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Next day.

Chequek!

The door of the finance minister room is immediately opened without being knocked first. The Minister who was currently working as usual immediately turned his head and looked at the door with annoyance. However, his face immediately smiled widely when he realized that the one who entered his room was the President of this country.

"Sir President? What's the matter you came all the way here? It should be you who called me to your office," asked Mr. Alamsyah smiling kindly.

"Hm ... No need, I came here just to give this," the President handed him a brown envelope and was immediately received by Mr. Alamsyah.

''What is this, sir?'' asked Mr. Alamsyah to open the envelope in astonishment.

"You're fired. Treat your belongings right now, said the President with emphasis.

SERIATE

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