
"This is how to solve the problem without leaving a trace, relaxed, neat, in a public place, and most importantly, do not panic!"
"How can you do that?"
"Practice, Mr. Javeed Agarwal."
Javeed smiled with satisfaction, what he wanted to happen, which was revenge for the death of his father. He could not do it himself, so he told others.
"So, Gabriel Emerson's beloved daughter is really dying now?" Javeed asked the man who had stabbed Zenwa at his command.
"I can confirm that, let alone the distance of the hospital that far away, that Zeda Humaira must have lost a lot of blood," the man replied proudly. Then he pulled something that stuck to his fingers, an elastic plastic-shaped object to cover his fingerprints.
Javeed is so amazed by the performance of the hitman he hired to kill his target, Zeda Humaira Emerson.
Javeed never knew Gabriel's youngest daughter, but from the articles and various sources he collected, he came to the conclusion that the person who mattered most in Gabriel's life was his daughter, his daughter, and that makes sense considering Gabriel has no daughter other than Zeda Humaira.
But without Javeed realizing it, Javeed had mistakenly targeted someone for lack of observation and not mature plans that he made.
Understandably, javeed only lives as a fraud, not a criminal.
"And you take it easy, the police won't lead you, I've arranged a plan to distract them" the man said, igniting his cigarette.
Javeed took out three mumps of money and gave it to the man, as payment for a job he did well, he said.
...... ...
Two days have passed, Micheal's patience began to thin because the police have not yet found the culprit.
Mommy Angeline and Mommy Firda keep watching and are on Micheal's side, they continue to try to strengthen and calm Micheal's anger which slowly begins to peak along with the depletion of patience he has.
Both of his mothers knew Micheal, and sometimes Micheal showed a different side at times like this.
Maybe he lived like a normal person. However, the blood of mafia descendants still flowed in his veins, in a sense, the character of a mafia would decrease to him.
His father-in-law and Oma Opa Zenwa are now in Jakarta, when they heard about Zenwa, they did not waste any time to go to their favorite daughter. They were shocked, sad, afraid after seeing the state of Zenwa, but they could do nothing but pray.
And during these two days as well, Zenwa was still sleeping, very calmly, as if she was reluctant to wake up.
"When did Zenwa wake up?" Micheal turned his head when he heard that raucous voice of Omanya. Micheal looked into Oma's eyes. Since coming to Jakarta, his mother had not slept well, he always asked when Zenwa woke up, so he was reluctant to sleep. He said he was afraid Zenwa would wake up when he fell asleep.
"In a moment," Opa replied with a smile. A smile that didn't even reach his eyes.
Micheal's heart was like a crumb, especially when he looked into the eyes of his mother-in-law, who looked so sad, afraid, anxious, but no more tears were flowing out after the arrival of Abi Hamka.
"Yes, mom. Just wait," continued Abi Hamka. "Later Zenwa will wake up." he continued.
"But it's been two days that she's fainted, Hamka. It's been too long" he said in a hoarse, trembling voice. Michael's heart ached the more, his chest tightened, his blood was getting hotter.
It's been two days...
Zenwa did not wake up, there was no progress, just like the police investigation.
Micheal's jaw tightened, his gaze that I had been staring at now changed. He got out of his chair and was about to leave but Mommy Angeline held her hand.
"Where are you going?" Ask her Mommy.
"To the toilet, Mom," Micheal replied coldly. Mommy Angeline looked at her son for a moment before she finally let Micheal go.
.........
"I need your help, Zachary. I can't wait for the police, I want them right now!"
Tbc....