WRONG MARRIAGE

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Arkhan sat on a chair, faced with a man of stature, as dashing as himself, bounded by a long table. Arkhan stared at the man sitting at the end of the table, the size of the table length of about two meters making their visibility quite far.

The man in uniform with the name Tirto on his chest stood up and approached Arkhan. “Drink?” He placed a glass of hot coffee onto Arkhan's front desk, leaning his waist against the side of the table, right beside Arkhan.

Arkhan grabbed the glass and gulped down its contents, then returned the glass to the table. A cold, bright room may be enough to make him feel relaxed.

Tirto folded his arms around his chest, slightly bowing his body, catching Arkhan's face that looked extremely calm.

Arkhan stared back at Tirto without the slightest fear. For the class of prisoners who escaped and then were re-captured, Arkhan was very calm and without any fear at all of the punishment would probably be much more burdensome.

“You know why you're in this room?” Tirto started the conversation.

Arkhan just shut up.

“During your time in custody, you didn't behave well at all. There are many actions that will actually make you last long here, without remission, also without penalty. You know that, right?” connect Tirto.

Arkhan was still silent, staring firmly at Tirto, as resolute as Tirto's gaze towards him.

“Arkhan!” Tirto patted Arkhan hard on the shoulder. “Fighted in prison with fellow prisoners, resulting in the opponent being rushed to a public hospital suffering severe injuries and for one week in the treatment period. Lucky he was still breathing. Then you also escaped from prison.”

“All I did to survive. I only defended myself when Beno attacked me. Did you know that he was a lion who felt powerful in the cell? Everyone he thought of as ants and he easily stepped on. About running away. I just want to protect my wife, you know that my weakness is my wife. How easy it was for me to be fooled when my wife was bait. It was also done by Mario, the king of hackers. After me, there is Mario who is also a reliable hacker. He has a vast network, his men spreading across the country. He was counting on me for a massive hack whose goal was an American bank, if I didn't take the offer, my wife would be a bet. This time I beg you, protect my wife. Can you protect my wife's security while I'm in jail?”

Tirto's forehead clenched, his gaze growing firmer into Arkhan's eyes. “I understand your position.” Tirto sighed. "Well, remember Al Haikal, the young hacker the police recruited after his prison term was over?"

The man in uniform smiled faintly. "You've been expecting that you're going to be recruited by the police, are you?"

"And that's your offer, isn't it?"

"Unbelievable, you already know this plan. You'll be recruited to help law enforcement. You're seconded to cyber crime, of course recruitment is done after the legal process against the leader of a group of hackers like you is complete."

Arkhan laughed. "You're kidding. Recruitment will be done after my prison term is over? That sounds funny. Twenty years is not a short time."

"No. Your sentence is shortened by eight years."

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