MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
EMBRACED MUSCLE

It looks like Nia just came down from Angkot. But instead of rushing home because the drizzle began to fall, Nia turned instead to the food stall. Apparently Nia ordered one of the foods that she has lately loved as a formality. Formality, to get a seat. A fitting seat once faced the street across from where Nuna, the mysterious little boy was last seen.

"Racing barrel* half a serving, tempeh mendoan one ice-fresh."

*Specialty food Surabaya consisting of lontong, beef, beef broth sauce, bean sprouts, fried tofu, etc, sambal petis and lentho (made from beans soaked with various spices for one night which are then pounded, clenched and fried). Lontong racing is usually served with its partner, satay shells.

Nia nodded at the food stall waiter. "Thank you, Mom."

"Together, Mother. The crack is there. Gratuitous. White rice is just as much fresh tea is also free."

Nia just nodded back at the waiter who seemed to be as good as him, then continued the search for Nuna while eating a portion of typical East Java food. Today Nia came home from school early because there were no additional lessons. Nia deliberately avoids Vina and refuses Ikbal's invitation to go home together because he wants to find Nuna without anyone's help.

"Here it turns out Yesenia's mother. I was looking to get there. Thankfully, I did not go home. I know the house of Yesenia. The Medina Complex, right? Block J number eight. A house with a tree. Aye right?"

Nia just smiled forcefully in response to an angkot driver who had earlier borrowed money to help Nuna.

"By the way I'm in a hurry, ma'am. Want to pull again because it's just a deposit dikit," added the angkot driver.

Spontaneous Nia took the wallet from inside her backpack. "This, Bang. Thanks again for helping me."

"Together, Mother. We're ka–, uh, how come it's just this, Mommy?"

"Lah kemarenya I minjemnya just that."

"Yes anyway. I think plus that's what it means. Yesenia's mother is Mas Zaim Alfarezi, the richest man in Jaksel." The driver laughed. "Yaudah thank you, Ma'am. I go first."

Nia deliberately did not respond to the driver who was notoriously careless because he was busy swearing serapah in heart. How not? In an age as difficult as it is now, being willing to spend money on an unknown person is indeed a rare good. But is it not enough with the borrowed money returned without us having to draw the veins of wrath?

"I shouldn't have returned the money. If he wants me to pretend it's drama. Then he went on a rampage to Zaim. It seems that if you meet people who are not grateful to be rich, then the innate want to immediately become an antagonist deh," Inner Nia. "But this is Nuna, why not goofy?"

Without hesitation, Nia immediately questioned the three guards who were guarding the east exit of the shophouse. But despite Nia's repeated mention of Nuna's characteristics, the three guards said they had never seen a boy like Nuna for eight years working as a security guard there. They also offered to Nia to accompany him to find Nuna into shophouses.

Of course Nia immediately accepted the offer. Unfortunately it gets dark, and Ikbal continues to threaten Nia through a short message, asking her to go home immediately if she does not want to be complained to Ushi who is in bacok sad mode. Nia was forced to end her search. But tomorrow, Nia vowed to ask questions one by one shop owner despite knowing the blocks in the shophouse are divided from blocks A to Z!

"That's the one we've been waiting for" said A110 as he fixed his seat. "Take it straight. We're wasting a lot of time on that."

"Ready."

"Wait." A110 took off his sunglasses, then turned to look at a man sitting next to him. "Inget scenario, right? You are conscious, repent. And you, are no longer a pedophile*."

*pedophile is a term for people who have pedophilia. Pedophilia is a sexual disorder in the form of sexual desire for adolescents or children under the age of fourteen years. A person can only be considered a pedophile if he is at least sixteen years old.

The man, Ferdi, just grinned in response to the A110.

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While monitoring the progress of the second mission from inside the car, the A110 rereads the file containing Ferdi's personal information. Ferdi Fuadi, the Padang man has been a widower for more than twenty years. Ferdi's wife died of Chlamydia*. And from the cause of Ferdi's wife's death to the ears of mothers berdaster, not a single woman who could be edited by Ferdi. It doesn't matter if Ferdi owns a giant grocery store!

*Sexually transmitted diseases caused by bacterial infections. Chlamydia can be experienced by both men and women. In men, the disease can invade the urinary tract (urethritis). In women, chlamydia can increase the risk of infertility. In addition to the genital organs, chlamydia can also attack ****, throat and eyes. This transmission occurs when the part is exposed to fluid produced by the genital organs.

But there is one woman who still wants to serve Ferdi. Right, Nila, I'm with Nia. Somehow Ferdi and Nila could have such a relationship, one for sure, Ferdi was another key witness to the persecution that Nila had committed on Little Nia. Even Ferdi took part in persecuting Nia even in a different context. Yes, sexually molesting. Ferdi is a lonely widower who is happy to take care of Nia while Nila is busy.

"Once a pedophile is forever a pedophile" murmured A110. "But it's pretty good to be sandelin' him too."

The A110 did not praise Ferdi without reason. Because very few people with deviant desires can still go as smooth and calm as they know their victims are in plain sight. And Ferdi is one of those very few. It seemed that there were only three to five steps left until Ferdi could match Nia's steps. But when Ferdi's steps almost eroded, a man's muscular hand suddenly just coiled strongly around his neck.

Spontaneous Ferdi turned his head, and pointed at the man's face. "You-you?"