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Zein patted me on the shoulder.

“Eh, yes. Why, Zein?” tanyaku, wooed.

“Are we going to Husada hospital now?” ask Zein again.

“Alright, Zein. We go now,” I replied.

“Then, operation pack Fatwa?” ask Zein again.

“Operation is done, Zein. Currently, Fatwa has been taken to the ICU room for postoperative observation,” I replied.

“Ah, thank goodness. Then, we go to Husada's hospital right now. Let the business be finished quickly,” proposed Zein.

I'm nodding. A moment later, we went to the elevator. Arriving below, Zein immediately headed for the parking lot, while I waited for him in front of the hospital lobby. Shortly after, Zein's car stopped in front of me. I opened the car door and climbed in. Zein drove his car to Husada hospital.

The journey to Husada Hospital takes about an hour. At 9pm, we just got there. After parking the car, Zein and I entered the hospital. In the hospital lobby, two policemen were talking. We'll approach them soon.

“Goodnight, Sir!” greet Zein while extending his hand. “Include, my name is Zein, and this is my Brother, Resti,” said Zein introduce himself.

“Oh yes, you are Resti who witnessed the incident in that forest, right?” ask one of the cops I saw named Radit on his nameplate.

“True, Sir,” answered me.

“I, Radit and this is Agung, my colleague. We are assigned to wait for you to identify the bodies that we have found at the bottom of the ravine,” replied Mr. Radit.

I'm nodding.

“Are you ready to return to testify?” ask Mr. Radit.

I nodded back.

“Then, come with me!” mr. Radit said as he walked ahead of us.

The two policemen took Zein and me to the morgue. Throughout the journey, my heart and mind were completely muddled. Walking as if not walking. I held tightly to Zein's elbow to balance my steps.

“Calm down, Brother,” Zein said as she held tightly to my hand that was coiled around her elbow.

After coordinating with the mortuary guards, the morgue door opened.

“Let's please come closer, Ma'am!” mr. Radit's orders to me.

Accompanied by Zein, I set foot near the corpse wrapped neatly in a body bag. Arriving at the edge of the gurney, Mr. Radit opened the body bag. Instantly, both of my knees shook violently when I saw Bang Rizal's face filled with wounds.

“Do you recognize this corpse?” ask Mr. Radit.

“I-iya, Sir. Sa-i recognized him. He ... in-he is Bang Rizal, the man who has kidnapped and kept me in his village,”.

“Then, can you contact his family to take the victim?” ask Mr. Radit.

“Se-actually, I do not know the family Bang Rizal. But, in the Villa of the deceased, there was a woman named Ida and her father named Pak Ujang. Maybe you can contact them,” I said.

“Alright, then, can I request the contact number of one of them?” ask Mr. Radit again.

“I have absolutely no idea of their contact number, Sir,” I replied.

“Happy?” ask Mr. Radit.

“I'm sorry, Sir. Even for the address of the village, I don't know. As long as I was in the room, I never came out of the room and also the house of the deceased. But, as I recall ... in that place there are only two Villas, one belongs to Bang Rizal, the other belongs to Mr. Adhewa Saksena,”.

“Alright, I will record your testimony. Maybe, for now your testimony is enough,” said Mr. Radit.

“Oh yes, Sir. By the way, where are the critical victims treated? Can I find him?” I asked Mr. Radit.

“The critical victim of a woman, she has been transferred to Bhayangkara Healthy Centre hospital because her condition is quite severe. The tools here do not allow to handle it, finally we decided to move him to a hospital that is more complete medical equipment. You should see the victim tomorrow. Now it's too late too,” replied Mr. Radit.

“Sorry, Sir. Can we go home now?” ask Zein.

“Ah, of course, Mas. Later I will call back if we have connected with the family of the victim,” said Mr. Radit.

After getting permission from Mr. Radit, Zein took me home.

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“Kakak, we should go back to the hotel only,” Zein said.

“But, how about Fatwa?” I was worried about the state of the Fatwa.

“Pak Fatwa is in the ICU room, the medical team will definitely take good care of him. We are also free to wait there, brother. We will not be able to enter to see the condition of Mr. Fatwa. Better, tonight Brother use to rest. Tomorrow, the police will definitely ask for more testimony related to the incident last afternoon. Zein's suggestion, Brother use tonight for a complete break, so that tomorrow Brother looks fresh and ready to give the testimony they asked back,” Zein said at length.

Yeah, maybe what Zein said has a point, too. I also nodded following Zein's advice. After getting my approval, Zein turned around and drove back to the hotel where we rested for the night.

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Arriving at the hotel room, I was greeted by Raya. Mom is asleep in her dreams. After eating the rice field that was almost cold, I went to the bathroom to clean myself.

Half an hour later, I began to lay my body on the bed. I looked at Rayya who was already snoring softly beside mama. I don't know why, I can't close my eyes. The shadow of Fatwa, which was still closed after undergoing surgery, always crossed my mind. Hopefully tonight the Fatwa can get through its critical period.

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Next day. I told Rayya to bring my mom home. At first, my mother refused to go home. But, after being persuaded by Rayya and Zein, Mama was finally willing to go home as well.

After mama's departure, I asked Zein to accompany me to buy some clothes and some items that I would need while keeping Fatwa in the hospital. My determination is complete, I will keep the man until he recovers.

As we were on our way home from the shopping mall, Zein's phone suddenly rang.

“Who, Zein?” my many.

“From the police, Brother?” answer Zein.

“Ya already, quickly lift, Zein! Who knows if something is important,” I tell Zein.

Zein nodded, he then picked up his phone.

“Hallo!” greet Zein.

“Sorry to interrupt his time, Mas Zein. We want to inform you that at dawn, Mr. Rizal's body has been taken by the family. As has been reported, today will be held the funeral of Mr. Rizal right behind his Villanya. For that, I expect the presence of mbak Resti to be questioned for the coercive actions carried out by the wife of the deceased yesterday afternoon. Incidentally, we will also ask for information from his deceased domestic assistant. Is Mas Zein able to convey this to mbak Resti?” ask Mr. Radit on the other end of the phone.

I heard clearly O

Mr. Radit, immediately reply.

“Iya, Sir. It's me, Resti. I am willing to attend the funeral procession of bang Rizal. About, when will bang Rizal be buried?” my many.

“Perhaps around 9 o'clock exactly,” replied Mr. Radit.

I glanced at my little watch. There's still an hour left to get there.

“Alright, Sir. Right now, we are going to the villa bang Rizal. Sorry, can you send shareloc, because we do not know the way to Villa bang Rizal,”, I asked the police.

“Alright, I will send now.”

Seriate