Love Choices Mas Duda
There's Something Wrong

Actually already feeling very hot sweat soaked his body geothermal temperature plus he wears a jacket and mask along with glasses and hats, he said, sitting in line among other passengers who are waiting for the train departure schedule to arrive.

People around look at him strange, broad daylight like this wearing a jacket is he not hot, that's the question that is thrown to yourself. Gharda doesn't care if she's busy playing cell phones distract her raging mind.

The train is already on the road, it is not the first thing for a wealthy person like Gharda to feel the public facilities, mamahnya from a small teach him a lot about the simplicity of the outside world besides the family world. Gharda tried as casually as possible.

The rails through the cool paddy fields of air penetrating from the crevice of the jemdela made it almost sleepy, one vibrating notification building up the reached in the pocket of the inner jacket.

A message from Rivzal typing at length about his mother turned out to come to the company and now his condition is fine being taken to the hospital originally, breathing freely stroking his chest felt plong.

There was still another message from his men's number, just feeling relieved a second later he moved uneasily. Can't he just calm down for a minute? All of this is really draining wasted time, explained the investigation of his men.

It is fitting that his mother is very easy to escape without any preventive action on the part of the hospital, it turns out that this is intentional there are parties who interfere, he said, with his mother missing Gharda must have come out of hiding to find her mother. And unfortunately, Gharda is trapped this time, there are two officers who are undercover among the passengers around but do not know which one. Taking a deep breath calmed his brain looking for an idea gap.

Surely they had noticed his movements, but how did they know he was disguised? Sending a message to Egwn fearing that these intel would know where Afrinda was being taken, he said, Egwin replied that he could not figure out the location of the location of the house easily had deliberately damaged the address of the previously detected wabsaite. Means he's just passing himself out right now, Afrinda's safe.

After an hour of stopping at the destination station, one by one getting off as usual, Egwin did the same.

Walking a little run with wide strides not daunted Gharda was already face to face with the two officers who would arrest her.

"You want to arrest me?" Ask a challenging tone. "You want this phone too?" Raise his phone high.

"Give up so that we don't shoot you, give your cell phone as evidence of your crime!" one of the officers pointed a gun at him at close range.

"You won't find anything on this phone!" Gently slamming the pobsel onto the asphalt then stepping on it to shatter while laughing cynically.

"Catch her!" Exclaimed the officer.

Not much against Gharda instead did not refuse to be handcuffed, he dredged towards the prisoner's car without a heavy step.

"We've captured the target boss!"

The sound of the driver of the car made him more suspicious, his brain began to conclude something that is still in doubt but the possibility of true is also not impossible.

With Gharda being rudely lowered like he was treating an animal, falling to his knees hurting him, people being more around him laughing heartily without pity.

Forced dragging was put into a holding room that was somehow not a member of the police, this was not an official detention house! No other inmate, no room as big as a police building, more like a headquarters.

"You Gharda! Wait for our boss to talk to you!" the man who brought him here. "Don't be violent again, if this man dies here, you know what the consequences are" he continued.

They left Gharda alone with bruises all over her body, she was beaten by them, Gharda did not think of the fight and the pain but paid more attention to this place as the dirty hands floated smashing into her stomach and face.

Tonight their boss didn't come, that's good. Because of what Gharda values that these people are not as smart as expected, the evidence does not carry out a search on her clothes, What they can not think, he said, if there could have been something tucked in the criminal's clothes that they caught? From the outside, there were cheers playing gambling and drinking, completely wrong. They're not from any police force, but who?

Gharda smiled wryly, pulling out a tiny object stored at the end of the jacket pocket. This is a kind of recording object that captures sound and can look for a line-shaped location, amazingly this object can send signals lagsungsung on Rivzal.

This is what helped Gharda communicate with Rivzal, expensive to buy it from the black market to launch his hideout all along.

Rivzal and his female friends sit back and enjoy a snack and an occasional joke, a notification from his phone signal from Gharda's passcode numbers.

"Wait us!"

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Kira2 who took Gharda?