The Murder of the Beloved

Chapter 37

Dinda nodded. He has learned to control himself from his mistakes. He was determined not to allow himself to be trapped again in a situation that benefits the person who is his opponent. "Om right," he said slowly.

"But you don't have to despair, Dind," Johan said. "Now let us give up first. But that doesn't mean we give up on silence. I will investigate whether Lilis really likes to gamble by questioning some friends who are already known as gamblers. In addition, I will also investigate the matter of the Bram. What and who is he."

"The night she was taken to the hospital, I ransacked her bag and room, but couldn't get anything" Dinda admitted. "The "pass is locked with an unknown number code. While the drawers and cabinets in his room do not store a clue. There is not even a piece of paper or a letter that can explain whether an entrepreneur is right. And if it's an entrepreneur, what do you do."

When people returned flabbergasted to hear Dinda's confession. They are reminded once again of their seriousness.

"Don't you find the office address and phone number?" ask Bustaman.

"No, Om. There's no name card for anyone I found."

"Snick as well. That meant he was unwilling to leave any traces in the house. Everything he left in his office. Yeah, she must have an office," rich Della curiously. "Are the traces unsearchable in the Developer Association?"

"Wait, Ma. If we can find traces of him there and we manage to get information about him, it certainly has nothing to do with our suspicions, right?" Bustaman.

"Fail too" said Della lethargic. "People who know him don't know everything about him."

"It's okay. At least we can get a picture of his behavior out there." Johan encouraged Dinda. "Send me the task of investigation."

Dinda looked at her father with a grateful look. Johan accepted the look with pleasure. He wanted to help not for Lilis but for Dinda. But he was quite aware, if not for this case he might not be as familiar as now with Dinda. You should not be grateful for a disaster even if it brings wisdom. He had no more feelings for Lilis. All that remains are memories but those memories also do not arouse any emotions. A wife can be an ex, which passes without an impression, but not so with the child. There is no such thing as an ex-child. He reached out the hand that Dinda greeted with a firm grasp. Through the gaze and physical contact the stronger the bond that has been formed.

"So we will pass the approval to Bram" Bustaman reiterated.

All heads nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"You haven't said anything we've agreed to with Dinda, Bus," Johan recalled. Since that case his relationship with Bustaman and Della has become restored, even becoming familiar. Whereas in the past when he was expelled from the house of Lilis, he was like breaking up with them. Each one doesn't want to know anymore. One is ashamed, the other is angry. Now all negative feelings have been displaced and replaced by the desire and necessity of unity.

"Oh yes," Bustaman recalled. He has accepted his duties as family spokesman

and the one who was among them. "Look, Dind. The problem is this house. The three of us agreed to jointly return the bank credit and retrieve his papers. This house is yours as it should be. But there's another problem. We can't bear to see you stay alone with Bi Imah here. So we have a proposal. How about you and Bi Imah stay with your father, while the house is contracted?"

Dinda thought for a moment. He remembered Irene. He knew that she loved freedom. So did he. Can't they bother each other with just constant presence and closeness every day? They can be familiar with occasionally meet, but not necessarily so when living together. In the end, the disturbing feelings can interfere with Irene's relationship with her father. And it's not wanted. He wants everything to go on as before. So he shook his head. "It's not that I don't want to be near dad, but I'd rather things go the way they used to. I'm happy to live in this house. And I'm gonna keep practicing like you used to. Don't worry about me. Before there was Om Bram, the three of us were just mom. Now the difference is not much. I thought, Bi Imah can be taught to keep the house while I'm at school."

Bustaman, Della, and Johan looked at each other for a moment. Dinda's answer was foreseen. "You don't want to think about it first, Dind?" ask Della.

"And so, Auntie," said Dinda with a smile.

"All right," said Bustaman. "You are an independent child. Good that. But remember, don't be so confident that you neglect to be vigilant. And don't feel like you're smart enough to underestimate other people."

"Yes, Om. I'm not very smart at all. Still far. But I know that I'm still very stupid because I've been trapped by Om Bram." Dinda still remembered her determination not to let herself be played with others again.

Bustaman. If Dinda has behaved like that then it will be easier to invite her to talk. "So the problem is sorted out. Now there's something else I want to talk about. I know deep down in your heart, you still hold hope for an autopsy on Mom's body. Aren't you? There are things I want to bring to consideration. But not to lose that hope. I just want you to consider its effectiveness. You're hoping, by autopsy, to find the toxic substances in your mother's body. If there is then it can drag Bram to prison. But let's think about it and think about it first."

Dinda frowned. Does that mean Bustaman is dubious? But he tries to be mature by not arguing first. "Tell me, Om."

"Look. Your mother dropped her cup when the drink wasn't finished. In your conclusion he felt pain until the cup came off. But if that's true, then he can't possibly clean the floor with a tissue. Why do you have so much trouble doing that? Surely he wouldn't care. Maybe he chose to scream or scream for help. But Bi Imah did not hear his screams, even though he felt in the basement. So there should be another reason why he dropped the cup" Bustaman said.

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