Forced to Share a Bed
Interrogation Process

"Sabil sir, report. We're almost there. Are you daydreaming?"

My junior patted my shoulder. Geez, what because I met that strange woman I so often daydream?

"Did I dream for a long time?" I asked while scratching my head when it was not itchy at all.

"I don't know how long. I daydreamed after getting a call from the provos police and called Mr. Zulfikar. I think you slept, it turned out to be daydreaming. Hehehe, daydreaming what's clean, sir? New girlfriend what's the new case?" tanyakanya.

"We have arrived. Quickly get everything ready!" my word. Deliberately diverting the conversation.

"Ready, sir."

The plan is, I'll meet Zulfi and Miss Daini with the investigators. But they haven't arrived yet. My car's stuck in the lobby. Directly mobbed by journalists.

"Hows it? Are you going out?"

"Come out, let me give you a potluck." L'm out.

Crowded atmosphere. Hard feet. This case has attracted public attention. What else in it is peppered with various bird news such as love triangles, revenge, infidelity, third people, until the case of settings that are deliberately made to divert the issue.

Both the issue about the plummeting shares of the Antasena family business empire, as well as the warm issue around the Republic of Indonesia and various problems.

"Sir, would you please give me a response?"

"What is your role in this case?"

"Is it true if you have a very close relationship with the Antasena family?"

"Is this case really related to a third-person issue?"

"Is it possible that the culprit had a grudge against Antasna's family?"

Their questions are asking.

"Please give way" cried the security guard.

"Sir, quickly respond, sir."

"My role in this case is as a watchdog. Yes, I am close to the Antasena family. Mr. Zulfikar is my schoolmate. My father is his best friend Mr. Zulfikar."

"Are you involved in handling this case because you have closeness to the Antasena family?"

"Even if I help, there's no harm, right? Most importantly, I work professionally. Oiya, for this case, please don't assume too far. Please be patient to wait for the results of the investigation and official information from the authorities."

"Enough! Enough's enough! Back off! Back off!"

The atmosphere was getting boisterous, what else when the investigator's car arrived at the hospital's main courtyard.

My focus was up for a moment. But it was not the arrival of the commander and the investigator that made my views and concentration unfold. But because of that immoral creature.

His car came along with the commander's car. He came down in an elegant style. His short, fringed hair covered most of his forehead. He wears sunglasses, denim, and a t-shirt paired with a jacket.

Crazy, why is he here? How to get off the car and how to walk like an artist. Does he want to ride? This woman, cause it!

"Excuse me, I want to go through" he said.

He walked while lifting his chin slightly. So cocky. Really find the stage 'nih chick.

"Sorry, Whose mom? Isn't it just that patient visitors are forbidden to enter?" ask a reporter.

Along with that, other reporters seemed jostled to interview the commander. Security officers and patwal police are busy dispelling.

Patwal or Patrol and Guard Police is a police officer who has the main task of escorting the travel of important people. They are part of the Traffic Unit or Satlantas.

"I'm a good friend of DH's. DH is his young wife, Mr. Director. I came here at the request of Ms. DH and her legal team" he explained.

The answer prompted reporters to respond. He was immediately highlighted by the camera. Instead of interviewing the commander, reporters shifted the camera focus to the woman.

"And, we go straight inside" the investigator said, hand-coded a wave at me. The commander just nodded. The commander should not have come. I don't know the reason either.

"And, please let me watch over him." I mean, watch the tomboy who's currently being interviewed by reporters.

"Please, make sure there is information that can be retrieved from the description," the commander replied, rushing over. Not even looking at me.

"Ready, Dan. I'll catch up."

I saluted. Then get closer to him. Whether he's conscious or not, because I don't wear a police uniform and wear a mask.

"Can you introduce yourself, ma'am? Whose name?"

"Sorry, I want to be interviewed not to be known to the public. I am here because I want to defend my friend. Some time ago the media slandered him. Honestly, I don't accept it. As long as you know, DH is a good person. He didn't even dare to kill ants" he asked. I'm listening.

"I wonder, why is the media always corrupting DH? In fact, the police and witnesses even the perpetrator who caused DH to sleep with the Director has given you information. Do you guys seem to believe? And there's always a media that leads public opinion if DH is an actor."

"Please respond Brother to the murder case that occurred in front of the apartment unit owned by Mr. Zulfikar."

"Lho, you how's 'clean? The case is clearly still in the investigation phase. There should be no need to go before the police give an official statement! Already ah, I want to pass! Excuse me!" resounding. He grabbed the crowd of reporters with his hands. There were even reporters who stepped on his feet.

"Duh, Brother. I stepped on."

"Sorry, by accident," he said casually.

I chased after him, then patwal banned the media from passing through the designated barrier area.

"We will stay here until the investigator gives a statement" said a journalist from the Nusantara media.

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"You?!"

He was shocked because I suddenly got into the elevator.

"Somebody looking for the stage?" accuse me.

"You mean?!"

"See your appearance? Hmm, it's good to be stuck."

"Take care of your mouth, Sabil Linglung!" He's ruffled around the waist. Fortunately, in this elevator there was only me and him.

"Hey, my name is Sabil Sabilulungan!"

"Gue's tired of meeting you all the time! Last night you said you didn't want to see me again! But why are you chasing me, huhh? Isn't there a lot of elevator?!"

"I didn't know you were here. I am also lazy to meet you. It's just a coincidence" I'm.

'Tin.'

Up to the fifth floor, where Daini was treated. He's out first. Even accidentally hit me.

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"Sir Listi," Daini's mom looks pleased with the arrival of Listi. They hugged.

The commander was chatting with Zulfi and Dhimas. Tumben Dhimas cares about the Zulfi problem.

Investigators have handed over the case to the Brotherhood sir. Bu Gendis and Listi appeased Ms. Daini. I turned on the laptop to record the main points. Two patwal men stood guard at the door.

The interrogation will begin in ten minutes.

"Watch the one who interrogates it is you, yes, Neng. So, you don't have to be tense." Me and the investigator stared at each other at Listi's advice to Ms. Daini.

"I'm ready, brother?"

"Bu Listi, you will also be interrogated by us" said the investigator.

"What?! You know, 'cock suddenly 'clean, sir?"

"Mom, didn't you read the attachments? It was explained that Mother also had to testify. Because, Mom is the one who communicates with Bu Daini in addition to the apartment security officer."

"Okey, who's afraid?" he said, rolling up his sleeves. Geez tomboy, this is for interrogation. Not to be tauran. The investigator shrugged his shoulders as he glanced at me.

"Sabil sir, you're the one who interrogated Ms. Listi yes" whispered the investigator.

"What?!" Obviously shocked. I want to raise my hand. But, the time is refusing the task?

"The draft question has been drafted. Mr. Sabil just asked." The problem is not that, sir. If they knew.

When the time came, Zulfi took Bu Daini to meet with investigators. Bu Daini kept her head down.

"Sit here, baby," Zulfi asked. Dhimas, Reza sir, and Juju ma'am wait in front of the room until the interrogation process is complete.

"Relax, me and Mr. Commander still have a kinship relationship" he added. Oh my, I just found out. The commander should have come here.

"Excite, Neng."

From the direction of the living room, Listi cheered. His attitude towards Bu Daini was so friendly. He's getting sweeter when he smiles. Aih, what the fuck am I! Concentrate Abil! The interrogation will begin soon!

"Bu Daini, can look at me," the investigator said. Bu Daini hesitated. Holding Zulfi's hand and looking at him.

"No problem baby, just look at it," Zulfi said.

Bu Daini raised her head slowly, facing the investigator. But not seeing. The investigator is gawking. The beauty of Bu Daini can indeed divert the world. And I realized that tomboy and Daini had one thing in common.

Equally beautiful.

Aih, I why? Abil! Concentration.

"Sir Investigator, can it continue?" Zulfi seems uncomfortable. I saw his hands tightening on the side of the sofa.

"Ehm, sorry. I was amazed" the investigator replied with a smile.

"Why isn't the investigator a woman, sir?" listi Protest.

"The side that has not yet been given a chance to talk, please be quiet" the commander said. His tone was full of emphasis.

"I'm sorry, sir," said Listi. He lowered.

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The interrogation process on Ms. Daini is over. Thankfully, there are no obstacles. All information of Bu Daini has been synchronized with the results of CCTV footage. Not wanting to cause chaos, I refused to interrogate Listi under the pretext of not being my tupoxy. Zulfipun has been questioned.

Mr. Ikhwan returned to the firm after reading the investigation file. Dhimaspun saying goodbye, whether I see it wrong or not. I guess, Dhimas used to steal a look at Ms. Daini.

The next step is to meet with journalists. Zulfi is participating. He will represent Ms. Daini to provide information to the media.

"Sir, we want to meet your young wife."

"Oiya, what does polygamy feel like, sir?"

One of the reporters was really disrespectful. They seem more interested in Zulfi's home life than the murder.

"I'm sorry, I'm here to represent my wife. Just gonna answer questions about the murder case. That's all." Zulfi's face showed anger, and he was trying to control his anger.

"Why can't DH ma'am attend, sir? Why should it be represented?"

"Bu DH is pregnant, she is also recovering from her trauma. We asked Mr. Zulfikar to represent him" the investigator replied.

Then Mr. Zulfikar explained the chronology of events based on information from Bu Daini.

"Now, we want to ask the investigator. Is there any chance that DH ma'am might be involved in this murder case?"

"You?! Take care of your speaking origin, huh?! What media are you from, hahh?! How dare I think my wife is involved!"

This time, Zulfi could not hold back his emotions anymore. It's natural that he's angry. If I were a Zulfi, I would be angry at the accusation.

"Sir Zulfikar, you calm down huh. How about going back upstairs?" ask me after getting a whisper from the investigator to bring Zulfi.

"Well" said Zulfi. Back to the body immediately. I'm stalking.  Investigators answered questions from reporters.

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In the treatment room, Miss Daini and Listi were watching the news on television.

"Hanine." Just arrived, Zulfi immediately hugged Bu Daini.

"Why, sir?"

"I'm an emotion, baby. Anyway, I'll tag those reporters! I've memorized his name, let him get fired!" frangipani.

I sat down next to Listi, watching TV currently broadcasting criminal news. Oiya, I don't see Bu Juju, where are you going?

"Don't come near!" muttered the tomboy.

"Istighfar, Sir. Don't be emotional, be patient. Try me to wudhu first to calm down," said Bu Daini while rubbing Zulfi's chest.

Ah, they are too sweet and romantic. Totally incomprehensible to my other title, jomlo.

"Well, I'll abudhu. But, kiss you first, baby." Zulfi rubbed Daini's lips. Me and Listi were devastated.

"Hey, don't kiss in front of me, please," cried Listi.

"Sir Zulfikar! Nay! There's Mr. Sabil and Sister Listi!" yelled Bu Daini. He tried to push back and keep his face away.

"Can't be darling. Must now. If it's delayed, I can add more emotion." Zulfi forced, summarizing the face of Bu Daini, while holding her. Listi and I were forced to be spectators. Reflexes peeking from behind stretched fingers.

"Sir! Jang---. Emmhh ..," said Daini.

Silenced already. Zulfi is sadistic. He also doesn't care about me and Listi. He did so while herding Ms. Daini's body towards the waiting room. Bu Daini beat Zulfi on the shoulder. Maybe he meant for Zulfi to let go of the link.

"OH MY GOD!" exclamation Listi.

He spontaneously turned his face in the opposite direction to where I turned. Because we sat parallel, we automatically became staring.

She's surprised. His eyes blinked repeatedly as he looked at me. His cheeks are red.

And I ....

I'm focusing on that part. I stared at the thick reddened lips of the tomboy woman. Not only that, I also spontaneously wet my own lips using my sense of taste. Then swallow the saliva.

Noooo! What the hell am I doing?! I can't control myself.

'Your.'

A flying sofa cushion slammed into my face.

"Basic bawdy police! It's disgusting!" his yell.

Oh my God, I'm ashamed to be half dead. I put my hair firmly in my head while looking down. I dare not look at him anymore. Is there a pile of sand? I want to bury myself in that pile of sand. It is better to meet cat litter behind a pile of sand, than to have to meet this woman.

Vaaa, ayaaah. Tolooong, Aa shy.

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...~Tbc~...