MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
NETHINK FAILED

Zaim came out of the meeting room with a look of annoyance, followed by his subordinates but with a different look, deathly pale. They seemed reluctant to enter the elevator, because really, being in one with Zaim was far worse than a nightmare! The elevator doors opened, and Nisma, Zaim's secretary, stood there. What was? There's no way Nisma's late to take Zaim's lunch. Ls it? Did Hakam come to visit again as good as jidat? Or, is there any other news that is more viral than the hot video of Zaim and the lover?

"What's wrong?" zaim asked Nisma, shortly after the elevator door closed.

"My girlfriend has been waiting in my father's room from seven in the morning."

Spontaneous Zaim stopped his steps. "From seven in the morning? She's not in school?"

"Lack of knowledge, sir. But wear a uniform." anyway."

"What's my next schedule?"

Nisma hurriedly opened the notebook she had been holding. "Jam two there is a meeting with Zetindo employees. Hour half four to–"

"The meeting was two hours and a half hours. But if in half an hour I don't leave the room, cancel it. Another schedule later I infoin again."

"Good, sir."

"One more. Anyone with any alesan, can't get into my room."

"Good, sir."

"Thanks, Nis."

Zaim's steps widened, impatient to reach the doorknob of his room. Zaim's mind began to wander on negativity. Zaim thought Nia must have found out about the hot video. And the purpose of Nia suddenly came to his office even to the point of reckless ditching school must be to ask for a break up. Nia definitely believes in the authenticity of the hot video that has been played 800 million times. But what Zaim thought was so wrong! Nia looks really happy. It looks like Nia is rolling on the sofa in Zaim's room, watching drakor while enjoying fried bakwan with rawit.

Nia suddenly moved. "Diem's there." Nia jumped off the sofa and ran over to Zaim. "Open clothes."

Zaim smiled, understanding Nia's orders. "My pleasure, dear*."

*Happy, Honey.

"I just want something."

"You can go further*."

*You can do something further.

Nia simply cleared her throat in response to Zaim, and increasingly loudly cleared her throat as those sexy black attributes began to fall to the floor one by one.

"Not her pants?"

Nia was unceasingly beating. "No." Nia looked at Zaim's left collarbone. "Ih, ada. The guy on the video also has a gini-rich scar here." Nia punched a scar on Zaim's collarbone.

"Certainly? Now you believe the guy in the video is me?"

Nia did not reply, busy looking at Zaim's innocent body. "No, but there's more. Birthmark." Nia ran over to check Zaim's back. "Noah. There's also. The guy on the video also has his birthmark here omg."

Zaim turned to face Nia. "You want the mastiin guy in the video not me, the way to check it's not in all those places."

"Continue where?"

Zaim only pointed at something inside his pants.

"Ih." Spontaneous Nia stepped away. "What a fact."

"Really." Zaim stepped closer to Nia, taking off his belt. "I would often ngegym topless*, so anyone would know I had a scar the same birthmark. If something in the dalem here, I'm the only one who knows. Starting from the color, shape, size, pa–"

*Trope.

"Stop," Nia interrupted. "Cabul di."

"Emangs. But it's just you." Zaim took off his pants. "So how? Want a mastiin in a place that can give you definite results? Hm?"

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

It has been more than five minutes Hakam staring out the window, more precisely staring at the back of Umar Zakawat who is now walking towards the parking lot Muezza. True, finally Safi reunited Hakam with Umar Zakawat, the key witness of Zain's death. Whether the reply to the Hakam pinta that Safi has realized, Hakam has no taste in asking now. For Hakam, the most important thing is to prove the truth of Umar Zakawat's speech through Zaim's eyes which is famous for being more observant than a lie detector.

*FLASHBACK ON*

" … The pilot wanted to take me off the plane. But the reason is unclear. I don't know whether because I brought a bomb to his plane or because I caught him having sex with a flight attendant in the toilet*."

*The pilot wanted to get me off the plane. But the ales are unclear. Either because I brought a bomb on his plane or because I mergokin he again so in the same toilet flight attendants.

Hakam looked surprised, even Hendri who had been standing behind him.

"You mean Zain betrayed his wife*?"

"Take the drug too. I still remember that the pilot made love while snorting cocaine*."

*Drug cake too. I still want that pilot so and nyesep cocaine.

"You know if you say yes. The rich are Zaim, not Zain.

Hakam raised his hand, stopping Hendri who reflexively wanted to approach Umar Zakawat.

"Forward your story*."

*Continue your story.

Umar Zakawat nodded. "From there we fought. At first it doesn't work, but what can it do. The pilot almost managed to get me off the plane. But then the plane's lights suddenly went out. The plane started to shake. The pilot returned to the cockpit, and I decided to escape. Not long after that plane crashed*."

*From there we fought. At first I didn't pay, but I could. The pilot almost got me off the plane. But keep the plane lights suddenly off. The plane started to fly. The pilot returned to the cockpit, and I escaped. The plane was not long.

Hendri was silent even though both hands were clenching. Because what Umar Zakawat has just said is only in accordance with the character of Zain.

"Forward.

"That's all*."

*That's it.

"Do you remember the name of the flight attendant? Or maybe a feature*?"

*You want the name of the flight attendant? Or maybe its features.

Umar Zakawat nodded in response to Hakam. "Short hair. Not too tall and a little stocky*."

*Hair is short. Not too tall and his body is a little full. 

Hakam nodded, then turned to Hendri. "Bawain me all the identities of the cabin crew at the time of the incident. Keep getting the car."

Hendri simply bowed in obedience to Hakam's orders, and rushed out of Hakam's room with emotion-filled steps.

"I said everything. So I hope you don't come looking for me anymore. Then I say goodbye*."

*I have said everything. So I hope you're not looking for me anymore. If so I say goodbye.

"Can't."

Spontaneous Umar Zakawat paused his intention to move, and slowly sat back in his chair.

"I have to prove first that you are speaking correctly or speaking according to the claims of the scenario*."

*I have to prove you first speak honestly or talk according to the demands of the scenario.

"So you think I'm lying?"

"I don't think there's an honest messenger. They will lie and betray according to the circumstances. The odds increase to a hundred percent if you become an envoy for a successful businessman*."

*I don't have an honest messenger. They will boong and even betray according to sikon. Chances add up to a hundred percent if you become a successful businessman's messenger."

Umar Zakawat. "I'm disappointed."

"Mainly me. I'm sorry to offend you, but I really can't believe all your stories. Because my granddaughter who is the other one can make love everywhere and use drugs. So can I prove the truth of what you said*?"

*Moreover me. Sorry for offending you, but I couldn't believe all your stories. Because my granddaughter who can be so in just any place and make medicine tuh my other granddaughter. So can I prove the truth of your speech?

"Whatever you want*."

*You are up to it.

Hakam smile. "That's a dangerous answer. The problem is not me who will prove the truth of what you say but Zaim. Do you know who he is? He crazy. Crazier than your master*."

*Danger answer. You see, I am not the one who will prove the truth of your speech but Zaim. Do you know who he is? He's a rada-rada loh. More than your employer.

Umar Zakawat stopped his steps.

"If you have disturbed him, disturbed his family, and not to bother his girlfriend again, your fate must only be a prisoner for life*," Hakam added.

*Once you ngusik him, ngusik his family, and moreover ngusik his girlfriend, your fate must be just a prisoner for life.

DEG