THE SOUL SEEKS THE BODY

Chapter 06~ Greeting Old Friends (1)

The room was spacious enough to accommodate three rectangular wooden tables, where all three were lined up parallel to the entrance. Each table has one attendant, and two single seats in front of it for 'guests'.

Their main task is to receive every report from the 'guests' who come to the complaint, record it, and give attention or help their every problem from the eyes of the law and the judiciary.

It's almost midnight now. Three officers, one woman and two men, still lingered at their desks. Officer Wayan, Officer Karen, and Officer Malik. All three were in their early thirties, still young, looking smart and also capable in their fields.

Apart from that, they are very close co-workers to each other.

Right now only one table looks to have a 'guest'. The table was the one at the very end on the right with Officer Wayan as the owner.

Even though Officer Malik and Officer Karen's desks are empty, they don't look unemployed. Both of them were busy typing the report today on their respective laptops.

That's the visible busyness. But the real reason they were still in the room was to keep an eye on the 'guests' who were at the table of their colleague, Officer Wayan.

' The guests' who occupied the seats on the desk of the Wayan Officer numbered three people. They consisted of a pair of men and a woman and a girl. The complainant is the woman of the couple and the reported party is the girl.

For Officer Wayan, this is an ordinary reporting case. With so many incoming reports that he handled every day, the woman's report was light.

Being 'unusual' was the reason the girl's actions, the reported party, were too simple and unintentionally done. While the reporting party, the woman, insisted that the action was done deliberately and there was a motive for revenge in it.

Officer Wayan is a trained facial and mimic reader. The beautiful woman's expression was very clearly read by her. While giving evidence, he observed everything well. Burning eyes full of aggravation and hatred, lips that voice every detail of the incident, and both hands that support the storyline he is telling.

If anyone tried to hide the woman, it was easy for Officer Wayan to reveal it. But it had nothing to do with the woman's reporting content. Those hidden things were more attached to his character, even though it had a huge influence on his every action.

Officer Wayan has recorded all the complaints and complaints of the woman. Of course with a small note that he will follow up if it is necessary.

The most interesting of these cases actually lies with the 'reported' party'. Officer Wayan noticed the teenage girl sitting quietly beside him. The calmness of his attitude hid a lot of things in it. The teenage girl is still underage, she is only 15 to 16 years old. But the character does not reflect his age.

Especially for the teenage girl Officer Wayan gave a big note there. When someone knows what he is doing consciously, showing regret even if he does not regret it in the least, is not that interesting? Obviously the girl was not afraid of what punishment befell her, or even not caring much at all. His determination is so hard.

His desire was clearly visible from the beautiful face that was still young. He wanted to repay the woman, no matter how. And it seems his wish went well.

After observing the two parties involved in the incident directly, the other party who was no less attractive was the presence of the man beside the woman. Kalingga Anom, 41 years old.

Only a few people knew the man. The sole controller of a software giant, a big iron-handed boss, the owner of skyscrapers scattered across the country and in several countries. Cold-hearted men are feared, respected but also sought after by many.

It was no coincidence that the venerable Mr. Kalingga was at the police station and was next to the woman.

Mr. Kalingga's presence was more of a witness who was at the scene when the incident occurred. He saw it directly, right in front of his eyes.

In his silence, Officer Wayan found that Mr. Kalingga was more likely to observe the teenage girl. Like investigating something.

Could it be that his arrival to the police station was more to meet his curiosity about the teenage girl?

Attractively. Very enticing.

None of them spoke or conversed after Milan gave a statement. The teenage girl, Enggar, even after asking a few questions, flirting and refuting some of the charges against her, the rest were silent.

Until a well-dressed man walks in and introduces himself as the lawyer of the girl, Ibrahim.

" Where are her parents?" The first question from Officer Wayan after they shook hands with each other was the whereabouts of Enggar's parents. Because he was a little surprised to see Ibra coming alone.

" My client's father, Mr. Naran, is currently overseas. He was unable to attend, Mr. Wayan." Ibra answered, "He left me the message to help solve his daughter's problem."

" Where is his mother?" The second question, he asked, "Is he abroad too? We need one of them, Mr. Ibra. You know if Enggar is a minor and must be accompanied by one of his parents."

For a moment Ibra hesitantly replied, "His mother Enggar,.."

" Om Ibra, call mama Puri. Tell him I'm here." The teenager's clear voice stopped Ibra's doubts halfway through. They looked at each other for a moment.

" Are you sure?" Ibra raised her eyebrows slightly.

" Isn't she my mother?" Enggar said slightly ketus, "Om Ibra thought mama Puri would not come, so?"

" O Ibra said nothing." Ibra sighed, and nodded in agreement, "Alright, Om Ibra will call your mama."

Although Ibra agreed with Enggar to contact the woman, he was unable to do so immediately. He had to contact Naran first, to tell him of Enggar's wishes. Whether or not, everything will be decided by Naran.

Grabbing the phone from his pants pocket, pressing Naran's memorized number out of his head and waiting for an answer. He unintentionally glanced at the pair of men and women sitting quietly not far from him. Apparently they were watching him.

That man, Ibra felt like he had seen her somewhere. But it seems he forgot. And as soon as he glanced at the woman who was looking down next to the man, his forehead creased deeply. As the woman lifted her chin, and they were glancing at her, Ibra almost dropped the phone in her hand.

That woman, she was the whistleblower, who had reported Naran's daughter.

" Milan?!"

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