My Beautiful Lawyer
56

Bima got out of the hotel neatly. No one suspected him even though the news about him who had become a DPO was widespread.

He wears a hat and a black jacket and stops the taxi and asks him to go to the airport. The taxi driver who was an undercover officer smiled kindly at him. They went with the music all the way.

Meanwhile, Beno was ready to wait for Bima in the waiting room chair. Beno ate a sandwich he bought on the street before getting to the airport. A man came to give her a bottle of water.

"He's not seen yet" the man said.

"Hmmm" Beno replied briefly.

The man leaves, Beno still groping the entire contents of the airport. His detective eyes found Bima who was walking closer to him.

"A hundred meters to 9 o'clock from me. He came, black jacket, wearing a hat" Beno told his friends.

All the eyes of his friend were scattered, staring at Bima who was walking straight towards Beno who was indifferent as if he did not see her.

Bima sat on Beno's right side and checked his bag. He acted like he didn't know each other with Beno. But he spoke slowly.

"Where's the document?" bima said.

Beno rounded his eyes then turned his head and looked at Bima.

"Have you come?" asked Beno with a smiling face.

His friends who listen laugh.

"Hurry, isn't the flight twenty minutes away?" bima said.

Beno stood checking the pocket inside his jacket. Bima stood up, he prepared, his hands looked up waiting for Beno to hand over his documents.

But to his surprise, Bima got a punch on his face, because Beno just clenched his hand and then punched him.

Bima fell down, her eyes widened, feeling pain in her cheeks. The corner of his lips was bleeding and he rubbed it while standing up.

"What.....!"

Bima was about to bark, but she lost the hat that covered her face. As he searches for his hat, Beno's friend hands him over. Bima accepts, but Beno shows the handcuffs in front of him.

"Bima Sebastian, you're under arrest for the murder of dozens of women, as well as the abuse of Dara Andriana. You have the right to be silent and appoint a lawyer. That's if anyone wants to face Hasna"

Beno whispered at the end of his sentence. Bima's eyes widened, she was greatly shocked and annoyed that Beno betrayed her.

Bima was handcuffed, but she kept rebelling.

"The traitor is a traitor. You betrayed your job as an officer, surely you will betray me. I was wrong to believe in you" said Bima.

Beno pulled Bima's jacket collar and spoke before her face.

"I'm the fool for helping you, the abuser of my own sister. Fucking demon!"

Beno couldn't help but feel like hitting him, and he did it again.

"That's Hasna's daydreaming, she asked me to hit you for her upset feelings" Beno said.

Bima looked at him with anger. Beno's friends drag him to their errand car. They went to the office and interrogated him.

Beno sat in front of the chair with the usual work table as Fajri's desk. Bima's eyes stared intently at Hasna who had been allowed to go home.

"Thank you Mr. Beno!" hasna said slightly bowing her shoulders.

Beno blinked one eye. Bima looked very upset at their familiarity.

"You're out?" Vino stared.

Fajri came quickly after he got off the taxi. He approached Hasna who was about to get into Vino's car to get home.

"You should go home with me!" exciting Fajri.

Fajri's loud voice made Hasna and Vino stop moving and turn to him.

Fajri hurried to pull Hasna's hand. Vino kept his head down for a while, unable to ban Fajri. He was already feeling guilty about what happened to Hasna. She could not resist the attitude Fajri had shown her.

"Fajri, you're not well enough to be here" Hasna said.

"Don't talk. You know what I'm doing now. So you don't talk much and protest" said Fajri, continuing to walk while pulling Hasna's hand.

"I have to go home with Vino, he's my husband"

Hasna's words stopped Fajri's steps.

"Then I have to how do you want to go with me, get you to divorce him and marry you?"

Fajri took off Hasna's hand which was still glued to hear her words. He turned around and looked at Hasna's face.

"What should I do to get you to obey me once?" asked Fajri with eyes looking at him.

Hasna sighed, not knowing what to say.

"Fajri, this is the last one. I'll obey you after this"

"You're always like this. You said you were coming but never came. You said you'd quit but never did"

Fajri spoke in a race with his breath stinged. But Hasna avoided his eyes.

Fajri looked at Vino who was still standing near the open door of his car.

"You know he's the son of the man who caused misfortune in your life, but you asked him to marry you instead. You know it's only gonna hurt you because you've felt love for her"

Hasna would not listen to Fajri's words, she held his hand and spoke.

"I'll never be your sister again" Hasna said.

Fajri who this time was silent.

"I will be punished for my actions that abused my profession. My goal has been achieved by getting caught and proving all the crimes of Bima Sebastian. I can't go back to you. I've decided it"

Fajri looked at Hasna's hand holding her. The breath alternately came with the blink of an eye that seemed to not believe the decision Hasna made.

"I'll never come back. So, go! Make your life story more beautiful without me. You have to find your happiness because with me you're always hurt"

Hasna took her hand off slowly and walked backwards. Fajri couldn't help it, obviously he was crying and sobbing to let the person he loved so much go.

Fajri could not accept Hasna's decision, but also could not resist her going to her husband who was much more entitled to her.

Hasna got in the car. Vino looked at Fajri, not feeling victorious as Hasna returned to him. More guilty of their separation. Hasna is bound by a bond with him.

~I know, you came back just because of this relationship. What should I do Hasna? Should we get divorced? Because I know, if you stay with me, you'll never forget your dark past. But I don't want to be away from you. My selfishness wants you to stay by my side~

Vino spoke in his heart on the way home. Hasna was just staring out the car window. He noticed the pedestrians and people crowding in front of the television station offices they passed by.