Love Above the Wounds
Be suspicious

Dicky kept staring intently at Mr. Hardi who was still standing in front of him.

Though Dicky knew at this time the case of robbery that occurred in his home has become a trending topic on social media, he said, almost all media broadcast news about the robbery whose losses reached hundreds of millions or even billions of dollars.

"Sorry Mr. Hardi, we just got lost, our house has just been robbed, is now being handled by the police, for a while Dina and Dara off first tutoring, to wait for a safe situation!" obviously Dicky.

"God, Doctor, I'm sorry for what happened to you family, sorry sir, I just heard this from you!" sahut Pak Hardi's.

"Mister Hardi should know, because this news has been spread on social media, so we are currently limiting anyone who comes here, including Mr. Hardi!" obviously Dicky.

"Once again I apologize Doctor, then I say goodbye to go home, say my greetings to Dina and Dara, if they have any difficulty learning can ask directly through a short message on my phone!" said Mr. Hardi.

Dicky just nodded his head, after which Mr. Hardi turned his body and walked towards the gate.

"Wait!" dicky Panggi.

Mr. Hardi stopped his steps while looking back.

"It looks like I recognize the way you walk, can Mr. Hardi briefly open your mask and glasses?" ask Dicky.

"Sorry Doctor, I have the flu, I want to go home to take my medicine!" kilah Mr. Hardi as he hurriedly stepped out of Dicky's house.

Seeing the movements of Mr. Hardi, Dicky began to suspect, for some reason suddenly his feelings became unpleasant.

After Mr. Hardi disappeared, Dicky went into his house and locked the door from the inside.

Then he immediately went back into his room.

"Mas Dicky from anywhere? How long is it?" ask Fitri who began to wrestle spoiled as Dicky began to sit on the edge of his bed.

"So the guest who came was Mr. Hardi Fit!" answer Dicky.

"Sir Hardi? Doesn't he know we're out of trouble?" ask Fitri.

"Either Fit, I'm just starting to suspect Mr. Hardi, as if I knew him but forgot where, I saw from the way he walked!" sahut Dicky's.

"I used to think so, too, but in this world there are many similarities, such as you and the deceased Doctor Dave!" fitri.

"Before Fit, I want to call Mr. Hardi's private tutoring foundation first, I'm more curious about this!" Dicky then took his cell phone and started calling the private tutor distribution foundation.

"Hello, with the SmartBrain foundation here, how can we help you?" a woman's voice came from the phone.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Dicky, who once asked for a recommendation from a private tutor, who's on behalf of Mr. Hardi!" said Dicky.

"Yes sir, is there a problem with Mr Hardi?" ask for voices in the room.

"No, but may I ask for his address? Just to give a parcel, because while my children take a day off tutoring first!" dicky answered reasoned.

"Oh, then good sir, we will send his business card through a short message, in wait sir!" voice said in sebrang.

"Well thanks!" dicky said before disconnecting his phone.

Not until five minutes, a notification sound from Dicky's phone, there was a business card sent by the foundation.

"Fit, it turns out that Mr. Hardi's full name is Doni Suhardi, is it possible that he was the gym teacher who was sontoloyo??" ask Dicky.

"Don't be so bad to think about it, who knows, if we're wrong to accuse our people of sin!" fitri.

"I am also confused Fit, my head suddenly dizzy, tomorrow I will come to this address, if it is true that Mr. Hardi is Mr. Doni, I make sure all his bones will be broken in my hands!!" furious Dicky.

"Prophey, the important thing is that he's not coming anymore!" fitri.

"Mas, that one so no??" tanya Fitri blushed.

"Where was it?"

"That's what it was before Mas Dicky came down!" sahut Fitri's.

Dicky seemed to think, before Dicky really remembered, Fitri had already squeezed Dicky's.

"It's still this hard, so isn't it? Everyone will wake up!" missik Fitri's.

"Since when did you start aggressively Fit?? Don't squeeze it hard!" dicky said grimacingly.

"I'm sorry Mas, I just don't want you to stress and a lot of thoughts, maybe this will make you a little relieved!" fitri said as he began unbuttoning Dicky's shirt.

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That morning before going to the hospital, Dicky stopped by the address Mr. Hardi got from the foundation.

Since morning he had been waiting for Fitri and the children not to leave the house, including Pak Salim and Bi Sumi. Dina and Dara are also allowed to not enter school today.

Dicky parked his car in front of a minimarket, he began to enter an alley according to the address he held.

A few times, but he has not found the address in question.

"Good day ma'am, do you know this address? Her name is Doni Suhardi, maybe I know her!" ask Dicky to the shop owner's mother.

"Well sir, that address is right there, it's been a long time in the rusur made badminton field, and I don't know the name Doni Suhardi!" replied the mother while pointing at a badminton field in front of her stall.

"Okay, ma'am, thanks for the information!" dicky was disappointed, and then he went back to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, Dicky did not go straight into his room, instead he went into Dimas' room.

"Hi Bro! The one who's finished his holiday cock looks jutek!" ledek Dimas's.

"Anybody's house will be robbed! You're usually just being so sick!" dicky murmur.

"Ah you base! Come-come-love congratulations cake, love souvenirs, what cake! Inget kek same temen!!" cetus Dimas's.

"Oh yes, congratulations Dim, you can finally get engaged to Mia too, in waiting for her invitation Dim!" dicky hugged and patted his best friend on the shoulder.

"Yes Bro, here you go, I almost forgot!" Dimas immediately pulled out a car key from his desk drawer.

"Lho, is my car done?" ask Dicky.

"Even since before you went to Japan, there is important info as well Bro, yesterday the parking attendant found a ID card tucked in a dry got fitting next to your car used to be parked, strange right!" answer Dimas.

"whose ID? KTP on my car brake disconnect first??" ask Dicky impatiently.

"Yes, it was actually a dropped wallet, in the wallet was his ID card, the parking attendant who reported it!" clear Dimas.

"Now where's that parking guy?? Where's the wallet and ID??" ask Dicky growled.

"There's a police station!" sahut Dimas's.

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