Underwear
CHAPTER 44
They reach the police station, this is the second time Vika is at the police station. Vika had already memorized where her feet were giving reports.
After the police wrote the report Vika gave. The investigation team gave a letter to Vika to the hospital who had worked with the police to conduct a visa.
Rymon and Cikko faithfully accompany Vika to check the results of the physical violence. They were asked to go home because the results would be given to the police.
While walking towards the parking lot Vika felt dizzy and almost fell down. The big hand reflexively caught Vika's body that was about to fall.
"You okay? are we still in the hospital" Rymon told Vika who was still half conscious.
"No, my master will go home"
Rymon lifts Vika's body and Cikko opens the car door.
"Master gave this oil to Miss Vika, the head of her hind limbs and stomach" Cikko said.
"What???stomach?" rymon asked who it was true she was a holy woman where she dared to wipe it, Rymon murmured.
"Quick sir, it looks like Miss Vika caught wind because she hasn't had lunch" said Cikko.
Slowly Rymon rubbed the oil on his head, feet, hands, nose, back and Rymon was still hesitant.
"Sorry Miss Vika I touched your body" Rymon slowly undid Rymon's shirt with a tremble.
Cikko who saw that smiled and wanted to laugh but was afraid that her master was offended and angry.
Rymon sipped his saliva when he saw Vika's skin was white and smooth and his hands could touch that skin. Like a dream in the middle of a hole, Rymon rubbed it slowly and closed Vika's clothes back.
It looks like sweat is still flowing on Rymon's thinning, even though the car's ac is full. Cikko runs his car looking for a place to eat.
On the way Vika is conscious and touches her head.
"Is your head hurting" said Rymon staring at Vika next to him.
"It has been reduced, sir, I'm sorry to bother you, forget the message Mother did not eat before leaving" said Vika regretted not hearing the words of Cantika ma'am.
Rymon was stunned because other people listened more to his mother's orders, even the mother's call was spoken by others to his mother. Other people love their mother more than they think Rymon does.
"Master..Sir" said Cikko who saw his master daydreaming.
"Yes what's wrong?"
"Why is Mr. Rymon daydreaming, are you sick too?" ask Vika
"It's okay, are we there? let's eat first so we can deal without any candala" said Rymon who got off the car and followed by Vika and Cikko.
They order food and eat with wisdom after 15 minutes.
Gawai Vika said the police called him because the visa had come out. To be able to return to the police station so that the report can rise to the court.
"Who's Miss Vika?" ask Rymon.
"Police, the visa came out and they asked me to come back. Back to work my master can take care of it myself, after that I can go home by taxi online" said Vika.
Understand Cikko's code so he can get close to Vika.
"I have been advised by the mother earlier to accompany Miss Vika, we will take Cikko to the new office after that we go to the police station. Come faster better, soon the working hours will run out and the road can be jammed" said Rymon who first stood up.
Until the office, Cikko down and Rymon replaced Cikko in front.
"Successful sir, take Miss Vika in kind" Cikko said in a whisper and threw a smile at Rymon and Cikko saying goodbye to Vika as well.
On the road Rymon and Vika just silent, no one spoke. when there was Cikko earlier Vika can still chat because often meet Cikko compared to his Boss.
Feeling the atmosphere was so quiet as a grave, Rymon opened his voice in the middle of their journey.
"Is Miss Vika okay now, because we will definitely be reunited with the perpetrator later" Rymon said.
"I'm ready sir, my bismillah is very ready" Vika replied and wanted to say something that stuck in her heart.
"Thank God then" said Rymon, who looked at Vika from the windshield.
"Master, emm.." Vika still hesitates to say it.
"Why Miss Vika? just say it, I'm ready to help" Rymon replied.
"Look sir, I'm sorry for the toilet incident at the time. Because my fear hugged the master until it fell and I have also oppressed you with disrespect. Instead of apologizing I went and did not help the master stand up. I'm sorry sir" explained Vika who was steady to say it because all this time she thought about the incident. Which he did not deserve, for leaving Lord Rymon alone there.
"Ohh that problem doesn't need to be brought up Miss Vika, I'm fine. Instead I apologize as a guest of my mother, you even become a victim of ignorance of others. Hopefully we will be reunited with your friend, what is his name?"
"Korry his name is Mister" replied Vika
"Yes very stupid, he and his friends. The son of a rich man, but did not know there was a Cctv" said Rymon who was looking for an empty parking lot at the police station.
Rymon's been getting parking, full parking from the start they came.
"Let's get Miss Vika down, apparently many events today so that the parking lot is so full and we are forced to walk a little miss" said Rymon
"Sir call me Vika, I hear you and Mr. Cikko call me like that" said Vika, who walked with Rymon to the police entrance.
"Well but you can also call me Rymon, sorry that we first met I was so rude and emotional, I envy seeing you so close to Cikko" Rymon said.
"Let's just calm sir uh sorry Rymon I'm not the vengeful type, nice guy with me. I can be even better, let's start by getting acquainted and we can befriend my name Vika" said Vika who thrust her hand at Rymon.
Rymon welcomed the gesture by introducing his name as well. They shake hands and enter the police station.
It turns out that there are many journalists who cover the matter of the head of the Rector who was detained. They are interviewing the Rector's family.
Rymon whispers something to Vika.
"There is an interview from the Rector's family regarding his detention here. Don't be afraid, I will help and accompany you, keep smiling even if they corner you" Rymon whispered to Vika.
Vika nodded and understood, she was not a coward. He quit college not he's afraid of bullyan. It's just that he wants to prove that poor villagers can succeed in big cities.
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