
After passing the two eating sessions they finally went downstairs to meet Lexi and her two sons.
The two children splashed into Isyana's arms.
"Mama, is it okay?"
"Mama's fine, baby."
Zidane approached Lexi.
"Lex, explain it to me!" pull Zidane Lexi's hand.
"Where is Brother?" Lexi asked as she blinked her eyes.
"I mean Lo?"
"Hareudang isn't?"
"Where does that term come from?"
Lexi chuckled, "Kalo Lo would like to ask about everything just ask Lo's children or ask directly to Isyana do not need to suspect me all."
"If I'm giving drugs where maybe I tell the children to connect to Lo that I have my own, said Isyana," he added.
"Don't macem-macem Lo ya!"
"Mas, ah do not insist mulu, let Syasa tell you everything."
Isyana told me everything, starting from her who received a call from one of her employees in Paris then her meeting with a man who claimed to be named Lean arrived at her who was suddenly dizzy and hot. After Isyana finished the story Tristan connected the story with what he saw and did them when following his mother.
Zidane grabbed his phone and called someone.
"Hello Mr."
"Find out about Mr. Smith Robertson's son Lean Franklin."
Moments later Zidane's phone shook he grabbed it and lifted it.
"Mr Lean Franklin is currently with Mr. Smith attending a workshop in one of the buildings in Paris."
"Are you sure?"
"According to our men who are there yes sir. You could ask Mr. Edward directly because he happened to be attending an invitation there too."
"okay." Zidane disconnected his phone and immediately contacted Edward.
"What?"
"Yes right even Lean and Mr. Smith have been here since morning."
"Damn it means it's been planned." Zidane hung up the phone.
"Hello. hello...."
"Lex you take isyana and the kids home first I want to go to the cctv first."
"Follow Pa," whined both.
"Me too" continued Isyana.
"Well you and Annete can go home first."
"Surely Brother doesn't need my help?"
"Let me finish it by myself if I need your help, I'll call."
"Okay, let's go back to Net!"
Isyana and her two sons followed Zidane into the cctv room with a waiter.
"What! The cctv record doesn't exist?"
"I'm sorry you were out this morning by chance the power went out. Actually we use a generator for all electronic items in the hotel but not with cctv we do not connect cctv with generator because cctv has UPS in fact after checking there are several cctv The UPS was damaged including a cctv in the hotel lobby, room 102 and the passageways leading there."
"Suckers! You know there's almost rape in this place and you can't even support the evidence. What kind of hotel is this? Fix your system otherwise I'll make sure no one stays here anymore."
"Okay sir, I apologize for the inconvenience."
"How's Atan?" Tristan asked Nathan who had been fiddling with his iPad. Maybe Nathan can recover everything Tristan thought.
As if he knew Tristan's question, Nathan replied, "Can't Itan because there's no footage coming in." Nathan spoke in a whisper.
"Let's just go to the reception desk" Zidane said.
Upon getting to the reception desk they get information that the one who checked in at room 102 was not on Lean's behalf but on Isyana's behalf.
"It's a strange hotel" Zidane thought.
"How is this, how do I find out if there's not even the slightest information about that person? How about telling my people because even the pictures don't exist."
"We're back at the cafe where you met the guy, Pa" Nathan suggested.
"Where's that?"
"Nearby here too Pa, let's go there!"
##
In one of the hotel rooms.
"Mr everything's sorted out, but they're now trying to find information about Derly at the cafe where Derly met the woman."
"Hurry to! How could we forget that place."
"Soonly Sir." The man grabbed his laptop and started working.
"Present Sir."
"Good."
##
"Where's your cafe manager? We want to meet."
"Okay sir let me deliver!"
An employee escorted Zidane to the cafe manager's room.
Tock-tock. The employee knocked on the manager's door.
"Mom, someone wants to meet."
"Send in."
"Let's go in, please." The waiter opened the door and told the manager.
"Then we'll excuse you, ma'am."
"Yes." Yeah." The manager replied while struggling with his work while Zidane entered the room running haughtily.
The manager raised his face to let his guests sit down.
"Please sit down Sir..eh Zidane?" He was surprised his guest was Zidane.
"You Yuna? You're the owner of this cafe?"
"Yes, what's your room? It's been a long time since you've been getting handsome." Yuna chuckles.
"Cih still likes to fight, I'm good news, your own news?"
"good too. What made Mr Zidane come here?" candelessly.
"There's a bit of a problem at this cafe."
"That's the matter?" Yuna frowned.
"Yes I want to meet the waiter who serves guests at table number 25 at 7:30 am."
"What's this?"
"You will know too."
"I went to the kitchen to ask all my employees."
After that Yuna returned to the room with a girl who was about 15 years old.
"He's the service that served table number 25 at the hour you mentioned earlier. What the hell is going on?"
"Why did you put stimulants into my wife's drink?!" Without further ado Zidane immediately interrogated the girl.
"Enter stimulant drugs? Master's Wife?" The little girl looked trembling with fear while Yuna looked surprised.
"Yes. Who told you to?"
"Sorry which Master's wife?" The girl squeezed her hands firmly in her heart praying that the woman the man in front of her was now not the same person as the woman earlier this morning.
"Wait a minute." Zidane came out and went back into the room with Isyana.
"He's my wife."
The girl looked at Isyana's face which was also looking at her.
"Death to me." In the heart the girl spoke.
"Do I have to lie? Oh, no, this woman must have recognized me." In the heart of the girl raged on her own.
Finally he lowered his head and said, "Yes my master put the medicine in but...."
"What does it mean you did that? Who told you to?" Zidane's reflexes strangled the little girl's neck in anger.
"Zidane let him go!" Yuna shouted.
"Pass off him!" isyana said seeing the girl sting.
"Geez-neck." The little girl coughed when Zidane's clutches came off.
Seriate....