Want a Life of Heaven

92. The Agnia rescue effort

Fiki's smile instead of making Akbar relieved, was worried. I don't know what made Fiki so confident, when Akbar had almost no hope.

Aware of that gaze, Fiki stared back sharply. His smile faded, changing stares as usual when he met Akbar.

"Lo doubt me?" ask Fiki flat.

Akbar nodded without hesitation, making Fiki reflex grunt annoyed. Do not accept to be humbled, especially about loyal friends. It's just that for this time he will not argue Akbar, then relax his shoulders.

"Whatever.but if my friends succeed, please shut up!"

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Three young men were responsible, with a confident step of visiting one house. Knocked slowly on the door of the house.

The three looked at each other for a moment, after seeing the simplest house appearance among the ranks of the rented.

The three men were still waiting, until the door of the house opened and an old woman appeared. The nondescript look that had made people around whispered in a prejudiced bad mood spontaneously softened, changing into a friendly smile.

"Who's looking?" ask grandma with that long hijab.

"You. find Mas Dodi, Grandma.."

"You're Dodi's friend?"

The three people nodded, but looked doubtful. Making the occupants of the house look at for a moment, the face of the curse is so obvious. Feeling like he never met three people in front of him who he said were his grandson's friends.

One of the three young men immediately understood, swiftly dampening the suspicion. "We, his co-worker Mas Dodi, came to see his condition. Mas Dodi came home early today."

"Emh..so? So for a minute." The grandmother, who was about sixty years old, returned to her house, and the door was left open. Making the one who spoke it instantly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Dodi!" call, hard. "This is your work buddy coming."

The man called Dodi approached the grandmother, coming quickly. "And I told you, if anyone's looking, I said I don't exist, Grandma" she said slowly.

"Meet me! Who knows how important."

The man sighed, moving out. Inwardly hope may it not be the same strange man who commands it at will.

Until the moment he arrived at the doorway, Dodi spontaneously sculpted. His feelings were suddenly uneasy, asking in a frightened tone. "You.. who?"

One of the three people smirked after taking a quick glance at the screen of his phone.

"This is the man" he said, to two of his friends.

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"Still long?" asked Akbar to Fiki, since he had been sitting quietly.

"Lo thinks it's easy to find people? Patience. It'll be a minute."

Akbar sighed, almost impatient. Moreover, it was not comfortable with the seedy headquarters they occupied. It's also surprising, if they're the "jago" that's why they chose an empty house that's out of people's reach for their base.

Fiki only sniffed, no matter how much discomfort was evident on Akbar's face. Continue to eat the bread that he supplies, because Akbar he did not have time to eat lunch.

Before long the sound of the motor rang out, Fiki immediately got up while continuing to chew. Looking out the window that was not intact with a smile, then turned to look at Akbar with an arrogant face.

"What I'm saying, they're not the type to be denigrated."

Akbar nodded, whatever.

The man named Dodi was tied hands and feet on one of the chairs that had been occupied by Fiki, so as not to freely move. While his mouth was left alone, this was interrogation despite the theme of his abduction.

What's annoying is that the man kept saying "don't know anything" from the last five minutes since he was forcibly taken from his home to the base.

Akbar glanced at the man, turning to look at Fiki. "Are you sure this is the guy?"

"Related." replied Fiki, not doubting his comrades. Talking without making sure.

"It's kidnapping! I don't know anything." the man's great-granddaughter was timid, although the one before him was now more visible to the snot boys but if it was ganged up like this it could have died silly.

"But you also want people to kidnap! We're the same, what's the difference?" pelotototik Fiki, said sebal typical style. Sighed momentarily. "Let's go, where'd you anter the guy?"

"Si.what? I don't banter anyone. Since my morning at home, ask them." Dodi pointed to the three people who kidnapped him. "They also picked me up at home."

"A bad liar." - Fiki. "You think we're stepping in without finding out? Ishi!" he said again, angry.

"L. lo? You guys are younger than me, why.."

"What?" fiki's bully is merciless. "Be kind if you want to be respected or cooperate. Last chance.. Where'd you anter that guy?"

"Cowok..which guy?" Dodi put on an ignorant face, only it was clearly a lie in Fiki's eyes. Of course, he was so good at lying that no one could lie to him.

"Don't pretend you don't know, or I'll make you forget everything!" Not creepy, Fiki's speech impressed greget to the tip of the foot. It's not bad intention, it's just a corner.

"Uda.." Akbar calms Fiki, who during his silly interrogation can only shake his amazement now pulls out his cell phone, showing a photo of the expedition car coming from his home cctv.

"This looks fine, you're involved in a kidnapping. It's solid evidence."

"What evidence? It was just a picture of a car. That's why I didn't show that I'd kidnap someone.."

"Bingo!" Fiki grinned as the man panicked himself. "Car only? And what about the information we got from your coworkers?"

Akbar sighed, again warning Fiki. I'm talking again!! so heart of Akbar.

"Whether it is forced or not, you are wrong. And if you mean to defend that guy, it's free."

"Let me tell you... That person is not an ordinary person, he can pay anything to be free from charges. You can be a scapegoat. Therefore, work together, tell me everything that happened."

The man sighed, momentarily silent.

"That son of a bitch, can pay someone else just like he paid lo." said Akbar.

Fiki who will every talk glared at Akbar, choosing silence. Grabbing another half of his bread, sitting a little far away with a bitter face.

"Totally.."

"Pepet talking!" Fiki, though far away, still listened. Can't bear not to protest.

Akbar once again turned his head to Fiki, making the most frenzied man in his gang once again speechless.

"Nextin.."

"Today I'm a weird guy, and maybe that's what you mean. But I'm actually forced."

Fiki for the sake of hearing it instantly approached, forgetting about the lash. His face again showed interest. "Forced or paid!"

"Std. Continue." Akbar was still patient, until for the umpteenth time staring imploringly at Fiki.

"Gue can't refuse, because my boss told me to. I was released home one day after one assignment, so I went straight home. Also. I don't know if the task should nganter the person nyidik. l. just follow the order."

"Where is the anter?"

"Gue wasn't sure he was there, but he asked for a grand metro apartment."

Akbar nodded, already believing without having to ask again. Now it looks weighing.

"That's it?" ask Fiki who immediately embraced Akbar. "Not cool!" his weakness.

Fiki looked down, then looked at three of his friends. "You guys, good job. After this call me, this friend of ours.." Fiki patted Akbar's chest. "Definitely buy you guys."

The three people nodded, happily helping even without reward. "Call me again for help."

"Siip."

Akbar also stared at the three people full of appreciation, now believing in Fiki's previous remarks. "Thank you."

"Gue's? What about me?" The man who was still bound was confused himself.

"Ah yes.." Fiki acted surprised, patting her forehead softly. Approaching the foolish man who had intended to lie earlier, stared flatly.

Dodi looked up, already relieved because he would be released. It's just..

"Gue's.. Mmp."

Fiki smiled, the bread in her hand fits perfectly in Dodi's mouth. He looked back at his three friends, smiling widely. "As much as you want to lo apain, he." he said jokingly. Which obviously makes the innocent man rattled, while Fiki? obviously happy, his prank soul was satisfied.

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Gian hit hard on the driver of his car, an incredible annoyance. Frustrated, still did not find the whereabouts of Wildan even after visiting several places where his sister's tongkrongan had even questioned every friend Wildan. Not to forget his family's private villa did not escape he made sure, but the answer from Villa officers was the same as the answers of Wildan's friends.

Akmal who had been following Gian's car with his motorbike could only sigh, turning to Gian for a moment. Can see the worry on that face, too bad they still can't find a way out.

"There's another place he might go, brother?"

Gian shook his head, I don't know. Where else would the child go, the problem would be more difficult if Wildan went to a new place.

The most difficult thing, though, was that Wildan turned out to be moving on his own. The two friends who are also bodyguards do not know anything, even deliberately fooled by an unclear task so as not to have time to follow Wildan.

At that moment, Akbar called out. Akmal answered.

"Hello?"

A moment Akmal listened, to then turn to Gian.

"Sir.. how is the grand metro apartment?'

"ah! That's, like, a small chance, but we can check."

Akmal nodded. Bringing the phone back to his ear, he said to Akbar. "We'll meet there."

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Gian walked quickly, immediately shook his head at Akmal, Akbar was also Fiki waiting in the basement parking lot. Gian had just checked out the apartment, of course nil.

Fiki grunted sebal. "Basic! Psycho is."

While Fiki is amazing, the three people targeted by Wildan are increasingly frustrated. Only Akbar was the most patient, holding back his emotions despite fretting beyond measure. Waiting twenty-four hours to report? No, Akbar is not ready.

"Why should I? Should I say I'm with Mom?" finally the Akbar.

Fiki sighed, looking at the three people before him. "We seek again, or do dhuhur prayer first?" he asked, at that time the adhan began to sound faint from the nearest mosque.

Akbar did not say where he could wait even for prayer.

Akmal momentarily frowned, having something in his head. "ah! Adzan."

Everyone looked at Akmal, wondering because there was a smile on that face.

"Adzan could be the way out" he said.

"meaning?"

"So when Gian called Wildan, it was clear that the atmosphere outside the room was a little noisy. Aren't you?"

Gian nodded, maybe. I'm not sure, because I don't focus on that.

"So we can be sure the Apartment or Villa is not the destination."

"ah! Yeah.." Fiki one hundred percent agreed, immediately connected with Akmal's thinking.

Gian also agreed, just a little upset. Why not think about it since then, and Akmal why also just remembered.

"Sister, try calling again."

Gian nodded, immediately contacting the younger brother a second time. All silent for the sake of hearing the chatter, Fiki unconsciously held her breath.

"What else?" wildan's voice sounded lazy, making Akbar grimace in heart. Imagining how frightening Wildan's behavior was to the older brother, even his voice alone could make all of them intimidated.

"We made a deal. You tell me where you are, and we're not taking this matter to the police."

"Police.I don't care!" wildan shouted, furious. "Anything you want, I'm not afraid."

Tut's..Tut's..Tut's..

Gian reflex closed his eyes when the call was decided unilaterally by Wildan, adding to the list of aggravations to his younger brother.

"Enough?" gian asked, looking at the three people standing nearby.

Fiki and Akmal shook their heads quickly, looking at each other. Their thinking clopped once.

The third call was re-launched, Gian was even busy arranging the chat to make it longer.

"It's better this time it's important."

"What do you want?" asked Gian, from his face implied hope that Wildan this time spoke at length.

"Gue's? I want to be good lo, Akmal, also Akbar feel annoyed and disappointed as I feel rasain."

"Gue doesn't care if after this has to enter bui, as long as this girl is exhausted."

Akbar grew more afraid, immediately stepped away. Unprepared for that jerk from Wildan's mouth, his emotions run high.

Gian is not not upset, he sighed slowly. "That's it, let me talk to him.."

After feeling long enough, Gian again spoke "Agni.."

"Sister.."

Agnia's trembling voice managed to make the hearts of the four people slashed, Akbar especially. Wildan succeeded, his goal of hurting those three people was more than successful.

Akbar bit his lips not to launch his tears, sobbing Agnia made his heart sore like being stabbed dozens of knives. Inwardly admitting, if the pain when seeing Agnia hurt Adi is nothing compared to this. Fear, annoyance, worry mixed into one.

Gian was so too, his heart was attacked with guilt all of a sudden. If there's no need to say hello to each other before, maybe Wildan's hatred won't hurt Agnia.

Don't ask Akmal, he feels stupid and bad because he can't stop Wildan. Wildan had met him before this happened.

"Wait a little while, and just keep a good eye on yourself."

Then the call was again interrupted as before, leaving silence on the four people. Fiki was also speechless, which sane person could hurt a woman? One thing in his head, he was eager to teach Wildan a lesson.

The four people did not answer the Adhan, instead busy observing the sound of the adhan that became the backround conversation that occurred via the phone, busy thinking where the Adhan came from.

"It's.." Fiki put on a serious face, making everyone turn their heads. "Gue don't know."

Akbar had almost delivered his punch, very not serious indeed the boy. He was expecting a valuable answer.

"But I'm no stranger to the Adhan, are you?" Fiki immediately corrected, although a little lie because he was not a person who easily remembered something.

"Emh.. Try calling Ardi." Akmal looked at Akbar, giving advice.

"For?"

"He must know."

"Related?"

"Try it."

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Ardi who was congregating did not have time to pick up the phone from Akbar, until when he got out of the mosque immediately called back.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

"Where to go, motherfucker!"

"Astaghfirullah's.." Ardi spontaneously kept the phone away from his ear, since when did the answer to the greeting become a shout and a curse? Ardi carefully brought the phone back to his ear.

"What's wrong? Why yell?" the question is casual, Ardi is not the rough type especially to him. Until if behaving like this then the sign that the man is not okay.

"Gue is important."

"Liet. Ana just kelar salat. What's emang?"

"Gue sent the recording, try to listen carefully to the sound of his animal. I need to know where the Adhan came from."

"For?"

"Just ask later, now do it!"

Ardi sighed softly, inexplicably Akbar snapped at him again and again. So wonder what happened.

The call ended on its own, leading Ardi to chuckle. I don't understand this kind of unclear situation.

When Ardi heard the recording, he failed to focus on the conversation. It turns out that there is no need to ask and answer, the tape has explained everything.

"That kid, why don't you tell me from the beginning." complained Ardi, exactly the scolding of Fiki before. Not understanding if the situation is this important, he was not told.

Ardi didn't wait long to call Akbar back, and he was waiting.

"Where?"

"That's adzan me.."

"Gue doesn't care if it's the Egyptian Adhan, the Mecca Adhan or whatever it is." Akbar immediately cut, sounding anxious. "But where is it?"

Ardi grimaced, really Akbar it. "They were horrified by ana's explanation."

"Gue don't know for sure, but. Adzan it's like I've been horrified.." Ardi was still hesitant, the article in some mosques adhan as it is widely used. "Lo want our visit to the orphanage? I think Adzan was there exactly.. Check it there."

Akbar heard sighing, he who had no hope was still as restless. "You know.."

Ardi also concerned, look hekas in his eyes "Ente want to go there?"

"Yes.."

"It will happen later, who knows you lack a bouncer."

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Agnia was left limp, her face lowered unable to lift. In the heart busy reciting Istighfar, want to be free to at least pray dhuhur. Hope help comes soon.

Wildan did not mess around, only when offended to throw a punch to the face. To then go for a while and come offer a meal and a drink. Playing games, telling stupid stories.

Agnia certainly did not want to when offered a meal, even though she was very thirsty and hungry. Just wanted to be free, his hands and feet were even gone.

Wildan seemed to have a mental disorder, eating voraciously while looking at Agnia who struggled to endure the pain as well as the pain all over the face arising from the actions of the hoodlum boy.

As the food in his hand ran out, Wildan approached Agnia, opening a new loaf. Throwing away any of the wrappers, while the bread he directed at Agnia.

"Let's eat!"

When the girl did not answer her words, Wildan sighed and then pulled Agnia's chin to look at her.

Bread in his hand, Wildan pointed it at Agnia's mouth. The unprepared Agnia with her silenced mouth spontaneously spouted another forced loaf of bread into her mouth.

Making Wildan disgusted and immediately retreated, the child who used to be served was now annoyed beyond measure. Unaccepting. More than disgust, he felt humiliated.

"Braven girl!" furious Wildan, immediately forgot the bread and threw it away. For the umpteenth time, her hand pulled Agnia's hair back.

"You want what, huh?!" Agnia asked in a high tone, as if the lost power had returned. It's been a while since Gian called, he sure as hell Gian will be here soon.

"What did you get with my torture?" agnia asked, with tears coming back.

"Satisfaction." Wildan brief, full of emphasis.

"And now you are satisfied?"

Wildan shook his head, his sharp gaze could not be separated from Agnia. "Not yet, because it remains silent, Ma'am!"

Wildan took off the rough grip on Agnia's hair, while grunting roughly.

"Let me know, this is the most human thing I've ever done. Know why? I hate every girl in the world, you're hypocrites. But because of your good image, I don't insult you at all."

"And that hijab lo, why wear it? It cannot be closed***** and hypocritical yourself lo. And.." Wildan grinned. "Maybe that's also what makes you abandoned your future husband who ran away with your best friend."

Agnia snorted, it turned out that Wildan was finding out everything about her. Very smart, calculating.

"Do you know what a relationship is?"

Wildan turned back, hearing the shrill voice of Agnia.

"So I was betrayed, is it my fault? I need to fix myself?" ask Agnia with a rarity. "Don't know! All have a tendency to hurt others, but most of them choose the good way of life. And that's not hypocrisy. For the sake of the happiness of others, a person even willing to be looked upon badly throughout his life... Like your mother."

Wildan turned his head for a long time, his gaze sharper after his mother had been nudged. Immediately put his face closer to Agnia, speaking with emphasis. "What'sthis? ****** defend****other?"

"******? You call your mother that?"

I don't know what offended Wildan, who in an instant returned his punch to Agnia's face.

Making Agnia now fall to the side, along with the chair tied with her. The falling sound was quite loud, even Agnia's head was bumped freely to the floor.

Agnia resigned, if she had to be beaten to the brunt of her entire body she would not budge. He was not even able to open his eyes.

But his heart is not stopping hoping, may Gian, Akbarb or Akmal come soon. By God, he is so scared right now