My Beautiful Lawyer
6
The sound of a car horn in the back of Hasna's car sounded tight and upset Hasna.
"What the hell did he, already know is still a red light, instead sounding the horn many times" muttered Hasna.
Hasna moved slightly to the left, letting the car advance and was about to scold him. But he fell silent as he looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the back and was receiving a call.
Hasna's hand squeezed the steering wheel, her heart racing. His breathing was stingy, his eyes began to glaze over. He bit his teeth enduring the pain in his chest. His gaze could not be separated from the man.
Until the car passed him, Hasna held herself back. He limped after the car left. Hasna could only stare at the road in front of her blankly. Remembering everything that happened to him 10 years ago.
The horn of the cars behind him woke him up from the dark times he remembered. Hasna wiped her tears and went back to running her car. But the longer it went, the more that memory bothered him. His chest felt increasingly tight. Hasna pulled over and cried loudly looking down at the car's steering wheel. Banging the steering wheel with his hands, trying to dispel that humiliating feeling.
Suddenly his phone rings, Vino calls him. Hasna picked it up, she thought Armand was looking for her.
"Say I'll be here any minute" Hasna said without hearing a single word from Vino.
"Hasna wait! Why is your voice so raucous? Where're you?" ask Vino suspiciously.
Hasna fell silent, trying to hide her sobbing breath.
"I'm still on the road, near the pier" Hasna said as she looked at the small pier to her right.
Hasna hung up her phone, Vino was speechless given the small pier she had on the road she passed every day.
Vino who was still on his bike, immediately put on his helmet back and speeding towards the dock that Hasna called.
Hasna still could not stop her tears from falling. Although his breath began to not sting, but the tears were still dripping, implying the pain he was experiencing.
Before long Vino came, he got off his bike and knocked on Hasna's car window. He looked into Hasna's puffy eyes, despite trying to hide them. Vino opened the car door when Hasna was seen to have unlocked the door.
"Why?" vino asked squatting in front of Hasna.
Hasna wanted to not show her crying anymore. He turned his face trying to make Vino not look at his eyes.
"I'm..."
Hasna could not continue the reason, Vino had embraced him. She stroked her hair and Hasna remained silent. Actually it's not unusual for Vino to do that. Several times he always expressed his feelings for Hasna who had no feelings for him at all.
But Hasna needs that hug. The hug that Agung once gave him when he could not say anything when he saw his father's corpse hanging. The hug Fajri gave as he went berserk recalled those bitter memories.
"No need to say it, cry in my arms" said Vino.
Hasna's tears flowed more and more to hear his words. The affection without reply he gave made Hasna again sob and cry longer in Vino's arms.
Vino was relieved Hasna did not try to take off her embrace, even crying and feeling comfortable in her arms.
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Fajri stared at the file photo of the victim's body in front of him. Suddenly he remembered Hasna and felt a tightness in his chest.
"What is he doing?" muttered.
Beno stared because he heard Fajri's mutter a little.
"I think he was going home from work, he brought his bags and tools to work in the factory. The time of death was about 9 hours" explained Beno.
Fajri glanced then opened the next photo again. His eyes were rounded when a D sign was engraved in the victim's later.
"I just saw this!" fajri.
Beno staring.
"Yes, that's .. that letter, the initials of the victim that the killer made. The doctor said it was made by a kind of knife that is very sharp edge, can be cutter or razor" explained Beni.
Fajri frowned. He took his cell phone at the table and called Hasna.
But Hasna was silent staring out the car window, leaving with Vino who was driving. Her crying had subsided without a word. Vino looked at her then saw her phone ring, seen Fajri, the name that contacted her. Vino keeps Hasna's phone quiet and lets it not interfere with Hasna.
Fajri sighed, thinking Hasna might be in a meeting with her senior to handle the "Juragan Garang" case". Beno sees Fajri's movements that make him gap.
"Hey..you why?" ask Beno curious.
Fajri fell silent, his eyes twitching as if searching.
"There's the same case!" said it.
"Which one? When's? We've never had the same case before" Beno recalled.
"The case was 10 years ago" Fajri continued.
"Ah..it is not us who take care" said Beno.
"My father took care of it. Ask the publicist about the "R" case on file 10 years ago" Fajri said.
Beno still doesn't understand. Fajri.
"Quick! I will report to the boss" exclaimed Fajri as if waking Beno from silence.
Beno was surprised and stood up from his chair then rushed to the publicist despite not being so sure.
Fajri contacted his father's Grand. Agung, who was patrolling near his residence, was surprised to hear everything Fajri said. He rushes to the police station where Fajri works.
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Hasna and Vino arrived at the prosecutor's office. Vino touched Hasna's hand and looked at her.
"You're better?" ask Vino.
Hasna woke up from her daydream.
"Yes, thanks!" hasna answered after turning her head and while opening her seatbelt.
Hasna seemed to have trouble opening it, Vino smiled and helped her. Some of my coworkers saw it from outside the car. Vino's position looks like he's making Hasna. They photographed.
Vino's eyes were rounded, seeing flashes of light from their phones shooting. Hasna got out of the car, so did Vino.
Vino looked at the person who was watching his phone and picked it up abruptly. The woman was surprised and looked at Vino. However, he became silent and scared after looking at her.
Vino deleted the photo he had just taken.
"You know the UUHC Article 19 to 23 about the rights of the person who is the object in a photograph. Where the photographer does have creator rights over the photos, but must get permission from the person photographed. If you photograph someone without their permission, a maximum sentence of 10 years in prison can be imposed. And if you intend to upload it on social media, you can be prosecuted with the ITE Act article 48, a minimum prison sentence of 8 years" said Vino firmly then give his phone directly into his hands.
"Sorry!"
That's all the woman could say.
Hasna saw.
"That's it, hasn't it been removed?" hasna said she doesn't care.
"Just look if an hour or after this is spread, I'll make him regret it for life" Vino threatened.
"Oh my God, your swearing sounds terrible" said Hasna who walked in front of him.
Hasna sat back at her desk, Armand looked at her.
"You're late. Where's the file I asked for?" pinta Armand's.
Hasna took the file from her bag and gave it to Armand. He looked and made sure that the file Hasna gave him wasn't wrong. Then Armand sighed.
"You really worked hard, when I saw you having dinner with a guy last night" Armand said.
Hasna's eyes were rounded, her eyes glancing towards Armand. Vino who was also listening stopped from his work.
"Who is he? Your boyfriend?" armand asked.
Hasna looked at Vino who was standing behind them. Although Hasna has no feelings for Vino, she is uncomfortable with Armand saying it nearby.
"What time are we going to visit the suspect?" tanya Hasna diverts.
Vino who initially felt no worry so frowned upon hearing Hasna who actually shifted the subject.
"At 10, we're leaving soon" replied Armand
While looking at Vino, he smiled feeling Hasna was unwilling to continue the conversation in front of Vino.
Armand left, Vino turned around, and Hasna stood tidying up the file and her bag. Vino noticed Hasna's usual movements.
"Be careful" said Vino.
Hasna was surprised then looked at him.
"Oh yes, accept! I'm leaving" Hasna said.
Vino smiled at him who was walking towards Armand's room then disappeared from his sight. Vino's hand clenched and the other squeezed the file on his desk. His face looked very unhappy, especially with Armand's words. He remembered Hasna's words that he did not want to disturb. I could have dinner with a guy.