My Beautiful Lawyer
104

Hasna had reached home, she put her bag on the sofa and laid herself down. The man she saw at the pub she was at.

'What did he do? He was at Venus's entertainment venue. The business that Fajri is investigating about, selling organs. Oh, my God, I'm so worried about kids'

Hasna got off the couch and took a shower. Then prepare the clothes for him to wear to work tomorrow morning.

Hasna got out of her house and looking for a taxi, she was about to go to the orphanage to stay there. Also to make sure that the kids are okay.

Not to open the door, Fajri's voice called out to him from outside. Hasna retreated and went into her room to hide her bag. He came back out and opened the door.

"You! " said Hasna feigning surprise.

Fajri immediately hugged him.

"What's wrong?" this time he was really surprised.

Fajri fell silent, he immediately contacted Armand after he saw a missed call from her. Knowing Hasna was about to meet the Hero, he immediately came there after finishing work.

Long enough Fajri quietly hugged his adoptive sister.

"Hey, are you hugging as a brother or as a man?" said Hasna whose face was still buried Fajri in his chest.

Fajri let go of his embrace and looked at Hasna.

"If as a man, I've taken you to the room and ******* you're out" said Fajri.

Hasna frowned, then hit Fajri's chest hard enough.

"www! Sick Na! " excited Fajri.

"Wrong you! You talk and act like it's easy to get me now. I don't like it! " say Hasna.

Fajri smiled, then stroked his head.

"Sorry! I was just hungry, but to prank you, I hugged you first" Fajri said.

He showed me the food in his hand. Hasna's eyes sparkled, she was also happy to be able to get free food for her to eat.

Hasna took him to the kitchen and served him. While Fajri looked at him constantly.

In lying, he not only wanted to eat, but wanted to make sure Hasna was okay after meeting Wira.

Hasna accidentally saw Fajri staring at her. He raised both eyebrows many times, asking what he was looking at.

Fajri immediately ignored him and sat down. His hand grabbed the remote and then turned on the television.

"This TV still works?" tanya Fajri switched the conversation.

"of course! " slams Hasna.

'If this is the way, I won't be able to get a taxi to the orphanage' Hasna's heart said.

Hasna kept staring at the watch in her hand. He was getting more agitated, especially considering the man.

'aahhh, I'm really worried about them' his heart said.

He thrust a plate at Fajri who noticed his face.

"Why? You look worried" asked Fajri.

"No, there's nothing" Hasna replied.

"Keanu's still trying to get your feelings? " ask Fajri while chewing.

"Spend food in your mouth, just talk!" hasna protests.

Fajri complied and finished his meal quickly, then he prepared to ask. But Hasna took the plate and washed it.

Fajri frowned.

"Your house is located on the side of the road, flanked by large shophouses. How can your guests bother them? The head of your neighborhood is also located in there. Don't make up stories! " said Fajri while wearing his jacket.

Hasna looked at him, Fajri's words were indeed true. He's lying to get Fajri home.

"I'll go home, but beware if after I get home you receive another guest" he threatened by pointing at Hasna with a sharp look.

"Yes, of course I don't! " said Hasna.

Fajri got into his car, Hasna looked at him from the doorway and waved. He rushed in and brought his bag back. He reached into the cell phone in his pocket, then called a taxi. Before long, a taxi came to pick him up.

But alas, Fajri, who did not leave, saw him get into a taxi and followed him.

***

In jail.

Vino stared at the ceiling of his holding cell. Think about the words of the Hero and Venus. It's all about Hasna, about the cult that made Hasna a target because she escaped sacrifice.

'I'm stuck in this society because I want to rule here. I think Fajri is also stuck wanting the power and wealth he has now. But why Hasna? Why should he be the victim? Everyone who has been involved in this association feels victimized'

Vino rounded his eyes, so he remembered the words of his father when interrogated by Fajri, that he was just a victim.

'Then why would you do all that? Actually how many victims had he harassed and killed while joining this sect? '

Vino grew more and more into the thought of a sect that involved everyone he knew, especially the people he loved so much.

"I have to what? How do I unpack all this? Everyone involved is someone I know. Now they're looking for Hasna" he murmured.

His breath continued to sound until it made his cellmate complain.

"Sir Boss! Stop thinking like that, your sigh complaining sounds so monkey! Go sleep! " his complaint.

Vino kicked his leg, he grimaced in pain. But Vino didn't care about it, his mind still remained focused on Hasna.

Remember when Nendi reported Hasna last time.

'He works with Keanu now' ucao his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered and felt he had been too embarrassed to give Keanu a chance to approach him.

"Did he use this time to get close to Hasna? Are his feelings the same for her? Jesus, Hasna could be worried and back to sue me for divorce due to treatment from Keanu. He is a handsome, rich man. Ahhh, I really lost time to be able to convince Hasna to come back to me"

"Boss! I beg! We are so disturbed! " saying friend.

Vino turned his head, he beat them up, venting his frustration at Keanu. They just took all the punches from Vino.

Shortly after, the guards came and reprimanded the commotion they had made.

"Hey! Oi! Stopit! You guys make a row at night. Let me punish you in the morning, haaah! " called guards.

Vino glared, he lay down and faced the window, staring at the brightly shining moon.

"I miss you, worry about you, worry about Keanu trying to get close to you. Are you there to miss me? Do you still want to take me back when I get out of jail? What if I approach you again you're still pounding? Hasna, I miss you" murmured Vino.

"Yes boss, we will miss you" said his friends compact.

The guards returned by hitting the iron bars of their cells.

"HEY!!! "

Vino laughed to himself, as did his friends. They laugh at their own behavior.