Bare With Bastard
How's Miss Amla?
"Actually I..." Rymi hangs his words, hesitating to tell Yaren.
"What?"
"Not so, Brother-in-law! Come on, let's go to the kitchen, there's Ayaz and Daddy in there, sister-in-law has to taste that salad too, it tastes great, Ayaz is really the greatest chef!" take Rymi.
Yaren smiled, then complied as her hand had been pulled by Rymi.
Actually, Yaren already know about Ayaz who is so great in cooking, he was often amazed because Ayaz cuisine is considered to have a nearly perfect taste.
"Rymi slow down, remember you're pregnant young!" yaren said, because Rymi even invited him to run small.
Rymi slowed his pace, he was used to stepping fast, so it was strange if he suddenly walked slowly.
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Amla had arrived at the police station, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, it was done repeatedly, hoping that the turmoil in her heart could subside a little.
He has not learned anything about what information he will give, at all, sian's body has not yet been completed at the autopsy how he was able to get a leak about the grid of questions that will be asked of him later.
And when he opened an official invitation for her yesterday, it was addressed to her because of a report on the same date as the investigation date at the Huculak family's old villa. That means, Amla guessed that it was true that there were spies who were also present among them at the time of the investigation.
Amla did not have time to think about that, she prefers to think about what questions will be answered later, Amla hopes that hopefully she is only charged as a regular witness, Amla said, only as an enhancer because of her status who is the wife of a Sian Atlas Huculak.
"Good morning Mrs Amla." greet the investigators as Amla has entered their room.
"Morning!" amla Sahut. The woman just sat down, with a sad face as if very sad because she had to give a statement related to the case of death that befell her husband.
"How's the Madam doing?" ask the investigator to mince words while preparing any material for them to do the interrogation.
"Good!"
"Has Madam read the invitation?"
"Already sir, and there I also saw something that I did not know, there was a report on the same date when your side was interrogating the guards at our residence, does that mean someone is reporting my husband's case? I mean, did any of the bodyguards know anything about my husband's death, but they didn't say anything to me at all?"
"To that end." the chief investigator nodded, "But we have to keep secret who reported the case, from his statement we can also draw the conclusion that Mr. Sian died indeed from being killed." obviously investigator.
Amla nodded, "But..."
"Aahhhh so..." Amla nodded again, her heart slightly calm upon hearing the chief investigator's explanation.
"Can we start?"
"Well Sir!" amla said, she really prepares herself, it is not a problem for her if she has to return to acting as the woman who feels the most loss.
The first to sixth questions are just the usual ones, like asking for identity and around warnings about related laws, Amla can answer that calmly. But come to the question that feels like it is starting to corner him, because the more here Amla can feel that the investigator seems to suspect her.
"Where were you the day before Mr Sian's body was found?"
"I? I'm home, not going anywhere!" Amla was getting confused, what other question was this.
"What about this photo?" Investigators provided a cctv record, moving Amla out of her residence wearing a bottle green dress, accompanied by several bodyguards.
Amla tried to remember, maybe the time she had ever left the house on that day.
"Is this your photo?" ask Investigator.
Amla nodded confirming, "I'm just out for... Ahh I forgot, I had an appointment with one of my friends at that time" said Amla reasoned.
"Which friend, can you tell me what his name is, and where are you and your friend going to have an appointment?"
"Name Cindy, I can call her to justify my answer!" amla proposal.
The investigator nodded, "Please call, if your friend Cindy justifies, then we can also justify your answer."
Amla then dialed Cindy's number, because she felt that day she really only went out to meet Cindy for a while at a cafe.
But unfortunately, three times Amla called Cindy's number, but Cindy did not also pick up the call.
"Sial, where is he?" amla's grumbling was barely audible.
"How's Mrs Amla?" ask investigator.
Seriate...
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