My Beautiful Lawyer
55

Bima gasped while staring at the cellphone and walked back and forth in a room in the hotel that he made a hiding place.

His face frantically sweated, everyone he worked with broke off the relationship. He can't contact anyone.

"They just need my money, when it's like this, they don't answer my message at all"

Bima is panicking. Shortly after, the sound of the door being knocked was heard. Bima's eyes widened staring at the door, sweat pouring down her forehead. Slowly he walked towards the door and peeked at who was coming.

"Boom service, order your dinner sir!" said hotel room service officer.

Bima checked and saw that no one was following him. When he felt safe, he opened the door.

Bima pulled the tray she gave, then hurriedly entered and closed the door.

"Thank you!" bima said shortly before closing the door.

The eyes of the waiter stared at the felt all over Bima's face. He felt astonished by Bima's attitude which seemed to be in a hurry and frightened.

Without asking and answering his thanks, he left by shaking his head.

Bima tried to eat and drink, but her worry still enveloped her mind. He couldn't calm down and still had to find a place to hide.

"All the evidence he sent to my phone, it's all been very indicative of my mistake. That girl, that crazy girl also gave her testimony. Fucking Hasna, I should've killed him that day"

Bima kept talking to herself. Suddenly, his phone rang. Bima's eyes sparkled seeing the name that appeared. He answered the phone immediately.

"Yes, is everything done?" ask Bima.

"No sir, your new document will be completed by noon tomorrow. Now where are you?" answer the man.

"Just tell me what time it is and where I'll get the documents and the plane tickets. I will come directly there" said Bima.

"Tomorrow, lunch time at a restaurant in the middle of town. I'll be there too sir" said the man.

"Alright, the money will be transferred when we meet" promised Bima.

He hung up the phone and sat down hard. He was a little relieved to hear the news that his passport and identity as well as a plane ticket to China will be ready tomorrow afternoon.

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Meanwhile, Beno had just hung up his phone in front of the detention room where Hasna was being held.

"Today I called him naive. He was unconscious and thought everyone was easily fooled. While himself very stupid" said Hasna.

Beno makes a fist ready to punch at any time.

"I can't wait to see him tomorrow afternoon" Beno said in anger.

"Yes, take one punch for the frustration that has never been vented from me" Hasna said.

"Yes, I'll wrap it up for you" Beno replied.

Their conversation came to a halt when Vino came with a wet body exposed to rain.

Hasna stood up and looked at him, Beno stood up and approached.

"Are you okay, sir?" ask Vino.

Vino was crying, he approached slowly at Hasna.

"I'm sorry!" said Vino.

Vino sat down prostrating in front of Hasna who could not bear to see the situation of Vino which he thought was very sad. Hasna turned her face away while crying.

Beno goes outside and leaves the two of them after unlocking Hasna's locker room.

Hasna approached and helped Vino stand up. They both sit in chairs. Vino still lowered his head in front of Hasna.

Hasna rubbed her face and cheeks wet with rainwater and tears.

"You're like a child, why get rained down to get soaked like this. It's late, what if the wind" said Hasna staring felt all over Vino's face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" only that word came out of his mouth.

Hasna stroked her hair, occasionally wiping her own tears in regret of having used Vino for her revenge.

Beno came with a towel and a warm drink. His steps came to a halt when he saw the position of those he thought could not be bothered. Beno kept towels and warm drinks at the table near where they sat. Then go out and wait for them outside.

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Fajri sat pensively, his eyes staring at the door and his phone alternately. Hasna's voice recounted the violent events she experienced again, ringing and torturing her mind.

Fajri could not help but hold back the resentment that was raging in his heart. But he is very helpless in his current situation. He looked at his feet and hands that were still using bone support.

Loud breaths occasionally sounded in the room. The rain also has not stopped, his voice adds to his unwarranted feelings.

Shortly after, Vania knocked on the door.

"Sir! You haven't slept?" exciting Vania.

He who was still waiting for her outside, was worried because he saw that Fajri's room light was still on.

Fajri did not answer him, he was wrapped in a mess in his heart. He doesn't care about anything else.

"Are you hungry? I made you something, didn't I?" Vania is still trying and hopes Fajri answers.

But Fajri was still silent. Vani was disappointed that there was no answer. But he kept making bread with chocolate jam for Fajri.

Fajri came out of his room, he stepped slowly towards the exit. Vania sees it and prevents.

"Where are you going?" exclaims Vania with her body blocking the door.

Fajri stopped stepping.

"Why are you still here? Why don't you just go home?" Fajri's upset.

"Bu Hasna asked, she asked me to stay as your nurse" Vania replied.

Fajri closed his eyes for a moment holding back in annoyance.

"Where are you going these nights?" vania asked a little afraid that Fajri would be angry with her.

Fajri.

"I'll go to the office and pick up Hasna. You satisfied?" Fajri showed annoyance from his tone.

"Can't!" answer Vania.

"You can't manage what I should and shouldn't do" Fajri said, holding onto Vania's arm by pressing on her.

Vania's face grimaced in pain.

"You...have to.wait..phone from him, that's what he said" said Vania stammered as she endured the pain in her arm.

Fajri's eyes are rounded.

"When did he ask and tell you all that? Why did he tell you it wasn't me!"

Fajri's hand grips grew stronger and made Vania even more in pain.

"You hurt me" Vania said helplessly.

Fajri regained his senses, he let go of his handrails and sat on the floor with Vania who started rubbing her own aching arm.

Fajri hit the floor several times with his round clenched hands. Vania held her hand out of fear she was hurt.

Fajri was crying, he didn't know what to do. But Vania hugged him, she put Fajri's head on his chest then stroked his hair for him to be calmer.

Fajri was just crying, no more sounds came out. Vania continued to calm him down until he was silent and calm.