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Chapter 15: Police Station

Zaidan watched Dinda who was sitting uneasily, with a look of foresight. For a moment he was silent, and undo the intention to run his car. Trying to feel what Dinda thinks.

Several times Dinda took a breath and let out with a sigh. This chest feels tight. Want to release it immediately. There was a tremor he felt when he was close to Zaidan. He tried to keep his heart in silence.

"Minda."

"Yes.um." The word suddenly slid from his lips. It was unusual for him to call himself that. Making Zaidan take a breath and fall silent. There is a mahnet delivered in the word 'mas' spoken by Dinda. But also happy. The reception signal of his desire has been shown.

"I love the call you used just now" He raised his fad. About to realize whether Dinda did not say the words that made her wish soar.

"Can't I call you that?" dinda answered in embarrassment. Make it Zaidan gemes. He just smiled at Dinda. Alhamdulillah.his heart cheered. Apparently conscious. Then he concentrated back on driving.

"If this week I had met your brother, would you be ready?"ask Zaidan suddenly.

"Is that fast?"

"Fear, our closeness will invite a bad view of you later."

"Let me for a moment complain to the one above, that our way may be lightened. "

It was unexpected that Dinda's thoughts were very careful in arranging her heart to make a decision. It made Zaidan more fascinated.

"Well I wait with the accompaniment of my prayer as well."

"But I hope not too long ."

I actually want to answer now. But I can't say it yet. Whisper Dinda's heart in silence. Zaidan stared at it with a smile.

"OK ..I'm sorry I'm impatient."

Slowly start the engine of the car. And led him to a road that is still lengthened even though the sun is near its peak.  Now it is not a holiday, so there are not many who visit the beach. They can enjoy the view freely. Before returning to the routine.

The car runs fast after entering the urban highway. Race against vehicles that also pass the same.

At a glance Zaidan saw Dinda who was sitting next to him, playing his phone. He seemed to be seriously responding to the incoming chat.

"From who?" Ask curiously.

"Silvi ... my friend in the shop." replied Dinda casually.

"What's wrong?"

"Company secrets." he replied casually.

"Oh...."

Hearing that Dinda smiled looking at him. Don't tell me you're jealous ....

Zaidan was busy with his wheel. And run the car slower.

"We stopped by the police station first."

"What's wrong?"dinda asked somewhat surprised and wondered.

"There's a little business" he replied. After parking immediately he got off and walked towards the police station alone. Leaving Dinda in the car, and also Anya who was still sleeping in the middle seat.

About 1 hour Zaidan in the police station makes Dinda bored. He went down for a moment taking off the fatigue felt in his joints. He accidentally saw a black car. Since entering the city, the car was always behind him. He stopped his movement. Get back in the car immediately. Hearts worried. What's the matter, actually?

He could only observe from inside, until the car was gone.

While Zaidan was inside the police station meeting someone who last night broke into his house uninvited. He sat facing a man. Which has a high posture, thick, mature sapodilla skin and long curly hair. And just limited to a table.

They were silent and staring.

"Why are you silent?" ask Zaidan loudly. Still he's mute.

"I never dealt with you. Who told you to." With a deep breath Zaidan stood up.

"Well, if you shut up." He was about to leave. But it was prevented by the man.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt your family. But my mother and daughter are in danger. If you can save her, I'll tell you who's behind your wife's murder."

"Why should I believe. Just tell the police. They'll protect her."

"It's not that easy."

"Alright, but say it!"

"How do you know? Did you kill my wife."

"I don't want to get involved in a murder. At that time I didn't want to. Then he told others to do it. Because it didn't work, now he's telling me to do it. I'm powerless. My mother and my son were taken captive. It's the family that wants your daughter gone."

"Cannot be. I don't trust you any more. Which family is it?"ask Zaidan sharply.

"Your uncle!"

"Don't lie, you want to divide the family that raised me" said Zaidan no less fierce.

"Clear ..."

Zaidan was silent and thought for a moment. Trying to digest the words of that person. Between believe and not.

"Why are you saying now. Why were you silent before. If you had told me before this, we could have together uncovered the killer. And you don't have to crouch here. When you go out, go far away with your family. I don't want to see you again."

"All right."

"But let this be the police's business." replied Zaidan. And go leave him.

Hiding the fret in his heart he walked out, back to the car. Meet Dinda who is tangling with the car she just saw. He sat behind the wheel without looking at Dinda. Focus on running the car. Dinda wanted to tell him what she had seen but was held back from seeing Zaidan's tense face.

"Oh yes now I'm taking you to your house." After a long silence.

Dinda nodded and tried to smile.

"Mas, what's the matter?" ask Dinda carefully.

"Last night my house was patronized by people. That's it." replied Zaidan calmly.

"Can I talk?" ask Dinda carefully. Zaidan just smiled knot.

"When I got in, I saw a car stop there like it was watching. The same car, which is always behind us, when it gets into the city."

"From now on you have to be careful. But it has to stay calm."

"What's really going on?"ask Dinda seriously

"Before the mastermind behind the murder of my wife, my family will always be in danger" Zaidan replied, keeping his focus behind the wheel.

"Whose house is it..?" After we entered the shopping area in front of the elite housing.

"So in ...!"

Then he turned his wheel to aim at the alley that Dinda pointed at. After walking 25 meters from the turn, arrive in front of the bakery

"It has. Stop."

"Which one...?"

"The one with the white paint. There's a catfish tree and a water guava."

"Oh .. that...."

"Thanks, for today" said Zaidan. From Anya and I are always waiting for you to be together again. Words he wanted to say but it was hard to get out.

"Oh yeah, that's my bakery."

"You have a bakery too?" said Zaidan for the sake of his view a fairly large store with a window and table chairs neatly arranged.

"Great .." said Zaidan.

"Attune!"

"No. I have a meeting this afternoon."

"Oh yeah. Happy working. And thank you for being delivered...!" dinda said as she opened the car door. Then go out to the shop.

"Assalamualaikum .. by .. by." said Zaidan.

"Greetings Walaikum." answered Dinda gently.

Dinda leisurely stepped towards her shop that looked bustling with shoppers.