The Primadona

Chapter 40 is Stuck again

"Please??" Clarissa folded her hands together in front of her chest, staring at my eyeballs.

I frowned, "yes, help ...." Intentionally not forwarding, to hang the question.

Clarisa smiled shyly, she knew what I meant. The nighting of the bed scene was enough to make him forget for a moment the problem.

Arriving at the door, Clarissa pulled back my arm, forcing a step to a standstill. Back I turned around while holding both shoulders Clarisa, the beautiful woman in front of me was not a tall posture, until she looked up while raising her chin.

"I'll be home first, tonight again, yeah. Just call if there's something or you're in trouble." I'm soothing.

"My offer? Be prepared? I'll pay, Bum."

I said, "can't say, yeah--"

I slowly let go of Clarissa's hand that was wriggling around my waist. Clarisa heard a snort, but did not stop this move.

Before driving, I took the time to call my best friend. Adie didn't pick up the call from me, making me turn the car towards her residence.

Repeated, but still no answer. Not usually my best friend is so, usually if the phone is not in his hands misguided then, Adie must have responded. I don't know why lately excessive anxiety often visited.

Half an hour I was driving, the road today was enough to make myself repeatedly snort. How not, usually only in 15 minutes.

Finally I breathed a sigh of relief, after parking the car I rushed over, but for a moment my eyes observed several cars parked in the lobby. Never once had an officer's car come to see, making the heart wonder?

When my eyes came round there was a police line. Plus it sounded Caroline roaring loudly, making me anxious. I was looking for a way in among the many people that were crowding around wanting me to shout! Unbelieving, my best friend fell on the floor. I knew he was home alone because his wife was having a family event. It was our last conversation on contact, receiving a job from him.

I was shocked to see it. Can only be pegged from the line line police lane. Several officers began to identify her, while Caroline was holding her child. The woman of foreign nationality was still crying in the arms of a police officer.

"Earth!" Caroline called, but when she was about to break through the police line someone there forbade. Making me take a few steps back, when I was about to leave the place the sound of someone calling my name suddenly made this step stop with the heart racing irregularly.

"Sir! Please don't go ...."

I flipped, coming back closer. Apparently the plainclothes officer asked me to come later to the police station to be questioned because in Adie's phone call yesterday there was a history of last contact with me.

There was not a word of reply from my lips as the other two approached and patted this shoulder to follow his third step towards one of the government license plates parked in front.

Upon arriving I just found out apparently Adie was depressed entangled in human trafficking cases. Maybe he felt intimidated and decided to end his life. While at the time of the incident Caroline was not in place she was conducting worship with her family, because since marriage Adie was not a husband who obeyed the new beliefs embraced. Adie never participated on Sundays and Friday nights when prayers were held together.

I can't believe Adie just got with me. Laughs loosely forget all the upset that try to keep a meeting with a smile. Why did he make that decision so quickly? According to investigator Adie killed himself by downing poison.

As a pimp Adie is certainly friends with the officer. Logic is impossible for him to be depressed just because of the cases that have repeatedly hit him. It's common as an illegal businessman, fierce competition between each other is commonplace. Even in and out dealing with law enforcement is commonplace. I know that, but Adie never felt depressed. Wh why? Now it ends this way? I really am a gerundel, don't believe it!

The law enforcement just asked me for information about whether Adie was having problems with business opponents. But as far as I don't exist, Adie never told me that, instead he wanted to invite me to become his business partner who increasingly enslave customers. According to law enforcement Adie is reported to have sold underage men to be enjoyed by customers.

But I don't believe it, because before the new goods receive Adie's customers and then star themselves with work agreements and contracts on paper with stamp duty. There is a statement that we are willing to knowingly sign and cooperate and even clearly read out by Adie we should not sue later.

I told him about my best friend. The officer listened to what was trying to say. The three people who had been standing up had listened. I don't know how many hundred questions women ask while typing. They looked at each other at my last answer. I thought someone else was ticking Ade.

It feels relieved, already let out the heart. Don't know what they're thinking? Hopefully the same with the contents of my head, like breaking my head has been crammed and maneuvered considering what problems Adie last discussed.

Meanwhile, all I heard from the three bodies of Adie was down to the hospital for further visa needs.

It felt like this chest tightness, just yesterday my best friend felt like he wanted to return to his faith. But dear God will not allow it. Adie will bury her sacred intentions with the body.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the officer said I could go home. I was thinking I'd be a suspect or worse. Apparently I was only a witness and will be called back if at any time it takes me back.

I replied firmly! Yeah, I made sure of it for my best friend. For the sake of uncovering whether this is purely ordinary suicide or maybe there is a mastermind behind it all.

"Oh, yeah. Father Bumi Respati we have invited to go home."

I was wasting breath----

"Thank you, sir." Just flat out answer from my mouth.

"However, we'll call back if needed."

"Good, Sir! I'll be cooperative for my best friend."

"Thank you, forgive us." An officer with a fierce face apologized while returning my car keys.

Earlier, those who brought a car, when I arrived at the court decided not to go home directly, I turned the path to a hospital that was mentioned by the authorities.

Along the way it doesn't feel like this. Confused whether to tell the Adie family in the village?

"A, Adie! What are you doing?!" I protested like I hit the handlebar of a car repeatedly.

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