Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
94. Crimes

A man was sitting in a hot waiting room. There is only one fan there that exhales air not how cool, because the day was hot.

As if supportive, his mood was also very heated. No, he just got a sentence of seven years in prison. That's new for money laundry and embezzlement cases only.

In two weeks, he'll be on trial for premeditated murder. He was involved even though he wasn't the brain of the incident. Except for a woman who is his mistress.

His mind soared in the past, the day after the accident. The younger brother, the owner of the house where they were hiding suddenly disappeared somewhere.

While he is still in a safe house with Zahra, the brains of the murder and his lover for almost four years as well as the secretary.

...***...

“Where to, Mas?” zahra asked as the woman caught him at the back door, about to run away.

Bambang's hand was shaking. Cold sweat poured out and unfortunately, he also had no weapons to fight back. It was most likely that the younger brother would report the murder that made himself in a fog. The police must be on their way here. He doesn't want to be arrested here. So he decided to leave Zahra at the hiding place. But only in the first second he touched the doorknob, he was found out.

The eyes of the woman are different now. There is no mercy, there is no such thing as regret. So contrasted with his self-persecution this time who was frightened and regretted why he could play a role in the death of a girl named Ranita, whom they often call ‘Rita’.

It is not impossible that he will be the next victim.

He doesn't want to die now. Anything, just don't die. Let alone dying at the hands of an emotionless woman like Zahra.

“Oh! I want to get ready, I want to put this stuff outside, so we can quickly escape together.” Stupid bullshit. He actually wanted to escape on his own!

“Why are only Mas goods there?”

The man tried to keep on giving. “Mas just wanted to go inside again take your bag.”

Bambang re-entered the room while glancing at his expensive watch. It's been almost 6 hours since Happy's escape. He doesn't know when the police will be here soon. Every second will feel precious and crucial. So, he took Zahra's backpack and left. Zahra's business could be later.

While leaving here, his little head is devising a plan to escape from Zahra. IF, he's still alive.

The man actually did not know the direction of the destination. He just immediately walked down the forest behind the house. Both of them crossed steep and rocky roads. Until they finally reached the river.

“Mas ..” call Zahra who is now walking in front of her. “That's why, I want to leave me, right?”

The distended-bellied old man was pecking behind Zahra who also now stopped his steps.

“Why would you leave me, Mas?” asked Zahra without looking.

“Ng .. No, m-m-m-Mas does not want to leave you. Really, darling,” he said stammeringly. “Ta-so I'm just getting ready.”

“Oh ..” The woman's lips are rounded. “Kalo so, Mas first way.”

“I? Road first?” ask Bambang.

Zahra nodded innocently. But that was precisely what scared the old man to death. With limp feet, he walked forward ahead of the woman.

So frightened, he gulped down a saliva that felt more like a stone, stuck in his throat and made him unable to swallow anything. He only dared to glance, yet was too afraid to wander with the cold-blooded killer. His back was numb, afraid that the woman would do anything to him.

“Sa-I don't know the way here—“

“WAY!”

The man's leg was like a branch about to break. Fearfully, he stepped forward. Just when the tip of an object touches his skin. His body became stiff instantly.

“Street, Darling ..” whisper the woman in a raucous and low voice to keep the man going despite not knowing the direction.

Zahra must be crazy! The man's sweat pours out like corn kernels. His head and back were wet. But the man was even flinching in place so terrified.

“Zahra—Arrghh!”

He saw Zahra walking around him.

"Aarghhhh!" Bambang shouted once more as the woman pulled out the knife stuck in Bambang's back. He was in so much pain as the blade was forcefully pulled from his body that the scent of blood that was rancid slowly burst forth.

“You followed Rita?” zahra asked with a flat face with no expression.

The man shook his head violently with fear. “Please! Pity me!”

“But did Mas want to run away?” Zahra grinned. “That means I already have the intention to stay in me.”

Bambang closed his eyes. He prayed in his heart that the Lord would forgive His humble servant if his time had come.

“Welcome to Mas Bambang ..” Zahra took the position of preparing to thrust the knife a second time at the corruptor.

However, a deafening tight sound made Bambang wide. It was clearly the sound of a firearm shooting out of nowhere.

The man's heart rate became uncontrollable, while more and more blood came out from his gaping wound. Suddenly Zahra's body fell right beside her.

Bambang turned his head, seeing Zahra lying on the ground, in a terrible condition with eyes gradually closed. A hot lead had pierced through his chest cavity. But Bambang could not guess which one was shot. The heart? His lungs?

"Sir Bambang? Can you hear me?" a man in a brown uniform who was holding a firearm came over to him. Followed by other men, some were both in brown uniforms, some were wearing thugs.

Hell, Bambang doesn't care. He then tried to stand up but collapsed again.

His eyes closed slowly and he lost consciousness.

...***...

Anyway, Zahra's not dead. He was critical, but God was kind enough to save his life, through the hands of paramedics.

He had just met the emotionless woman again. Zahra was sentenced to four years in prison, three years lighter than her. But for the murder case, Bambang believes that the woman will be jailed for a very long time, even though she was proven to have a personality disorder.

Because psychopath is not a mental disorder, so people with personality disorders can be punished in accordance with the violations of the law that has been done.

At this time, Bambang's head was fixed on the door that was knocked slowly and then opened and entered someone who had always remembered only one name, namely ‘Putra’.

“Halo, Om ..” he said as he sat in front of him.

Bambang laughed wryly while scratching his nose with both hands raised because they were handcuffed. “What are you doing here?”

Gala knew, that his arrival alone here was already a form of humiliation for the potbellied man. But that's not why Gala came here. He just wanted to see how Bambang was after the verdict. Gemma's husband was just a little curious as to whether there was regret in the eyes of the haughty-looking man.

“I make sure you will not live quietly!”

Gala sighed softly. "Already Om! I don't have any power now. Happy's convection is now like a simalakama fruit, living a life of unwilling death. Similarly with the computer business owned by Om's other sister.”

Bambang stared at Gala sharply.

“Hopefully this will be a lesson for Om... Stop grudging. Cheating Om alone has made Om lose everything.”

Gala stood up and walked towards the door. “Oh yes, Om. Siska and Aldo dropped out of college. In addition to being bully material, they also cannot afford to pay tuition that is too expensive ... But just calm down, me and Felix will help them.

We put them in a more affordable campus that we charge. We're not that bad at making Om's kids suffer because of what Om did to the company. We look forward to Om getting out of here to be a better person.”

The Diverto President Director walked out from there leaving Bambang in the room alone. None of his family came to visit him. His wife had left him. His children are angry with him.

Nevertheless, he can only resign, waiting for the trial to be carried out in the future. Waiting for how much longer the punishment he will receive for the crimes he has committed.

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