Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 3

A few hours before the press

Denis sat on the porch of his house. Just a dull white singlet and a checkered holster wrapped around his thin body. Every now and then he inhaled the aroma of coffee in the glass before sipping it with a satisfied face. The cold air was ignored. This morning is perfect for enjoying a cup of coffee.

“Nis, Where's Aunt Jenny?” tanya Tio, the next door villager who often visited New Batavia.

“Tak knows. Last night he went out of nowhere. Looks like last night his man, Nani, was guarding the cafe. Why, Yo?”

“Say the Abi was arrested by the police. Accused of being a drug courier, I heard.”

“Obony, Abi. Your bad luck has not stopped either,” Denis said while shaking his head. “But if the problem is related to the law like that, we do not need to worry about Abi.”

“Why, Nis?”

Denis is Abi's peer. They both have a pel*cur mother who now has her own cafe. Although not a good friend, Denis already knew Abi enough. This is because the cafe and their residence are next to each other and Denis is very close to his mother. From his mother he always got information about localization residents, including Abi.

“Abi's son is too smart. Had he not been expelled from school, he would have been a successful person.”

“But he dropped out of high school in high school. As smart as anyone, if never studied law, certainly do not understand the law. You don't seem to know just how people in the lower classes like us are often harassed by the authorities in the name of the law.”

“Well, this is what many people don't know. Do you remember what happened a few years ago, when Abi was arrested by the police for fraud?” Denis's question received a nod from Tio. “It's not a regular fraud case. While still working at the cafe, he became a thesis jockey. According to police, he has made dozens of thesis and two theses for law students. Amazingly, all of them get perfect grades and not plagiarism from the work of others.”

“Lho, not possible. Where did he study law?”

“Well, that's been a mystery all along.”

* * *

After the press conference

Media around the country, both print, electronic and online, are currently filled with news about a suspected drug courier who claimed to be tortured by the police during the investigation process. News about celebrities, politics or sports does not seem important. Various talk shows talk about this incident. Almost all circles, from artists to legal experts, give opinions. Even reappeared people who claimed to have experienced the treatment received by Abi.

Dozens of loyal journalists stayed for a long time in front of the police station to get more information from the police and if possible from Abi directly. However, until now they have not gained anything.

Meanwhile, police officials panicked because of this incident. They are on a campaign trail to repair the image of the police force recently damaged by a murder plot and abuse of power by one of their officers.

Of course they blame someone, that is Abhimanyu Alexander. Because of that one person, the level of public trust in the police force of this country is back in freefall. Now the institution has received sharp attention from the community.

And Abi was returned to the interrogation room.

“Who are you, asshole?”

The angry gaze of Briptu Donny pierced the eyes of Abi who was battered again by the chastisement. He felt responsible for the incident considering in front of him that Abi signed a statement they made. Around them were several policemen, including Aipda Carlos and Iptu Simon. Abi looked at them one by one and smiled.

“I'm just a regular guy. Just an ordinary driver, the son of a big prostitute and living in a localization, dropped out of high school, previously had two criminal records, namely mild persecution and fraud.”

Abi's answer made Aipda Carlos aghast. She unknowingly babbles, “Does she have super hearing?”

Briptu Donny pulled the front of Abi's shirt and his other hand prepared to throw the next blow. However, Abi just smiled and did not show the slightest jitters.

“Do you know as a police officer? Article 4 PENGKAPOLRI number 15 Year 2006 About the Code of Ethics of the profession of investigator of the National Police of the Republic of Indonesia, Police Investigators in carrying out their duties and authorities must comply with legal norms and heed religious norms, decency, and, decency and human values. Ah, you must know. It's just that you're minimizing the code of conduct.”

“Stupid! Not in the face!” Aipda Carlos snapped at his partner.

Iptu Simon had been staring at Abi. Shame still lingered on his shoulders over the incident in front of the press earlier. More than that, fear ambushed his mind. He must be prepared to accept punishment, both from the police and also from 'he'.

“Why are you sure he's not Mischa Radjasa? Skinny body, white, height about 180 cm, blonde and has a flower tattoo on the neck and gun earrings on the left ear.”

Iptu Simon walked over to Abi. He tried to be calm even though his heart and brain were about to explode.

Abi looked at Iptu Simon fixedly, making the entire room wait for his answer. But Abi smiled again and said, “I refuse to give any more information without being accompanied by a lawyer.”

Now Iptu Simon is no longer able to withstand his emotions. He held the gun on his waist and took a stance about to shoot. The atmosphere in the room was getting more tense. Fortunately, the tension was scrapped when Iptu Simon's phone rang. The man's angry face suddenly turned full of fear when he saw a name on his phone screen.

“Halo!”

[Well, whoa, whoa. I can't believe you let me down so badly.]

Sweat began to flow from Iptu Simon's forehead upon hearing the voice. He immediately rushed outside the room, while the faces of Briptu Donny and Aipda Carlos also paled.

“Ma, forgive us, Sir. We really didn't expect him to -”

[You know what kind of person I hate the most? The person who apologizes before thinking of ways to correct his mistake.]

Iptu Simon's legs are shaking. Even just by hearing his voice through a cell phone, he could sense the terrifying aura of the mysterious figure.

“Sa, I've thought about it, Sir. We will finish the boy off without a trace and we will make the public forget his whereabouts immediately. Then we -”

[It turns out you guys are really that stupid.]

The man's actions make Iptu Simon even more frightened. He was convinced that a great disaster would soon befall his life.

[I don't want you to hurt him anymore. He's smarter than you think. The more you hurt him, the bigger the gun is against you. And he's not the kind of guy who gets killed easily. He is like Samson, who before death will destroy his enemies first.]

The man paused his sentence. While Iptu Simon was still thinking about what the man wanted him to do.

[From now on, I don't want you guys to use violence, let alone have to have bloodshed just to fight one commoner. Use your intelligence.]

Then there was the long tone of the call sign was over. Now Iptu Simon can breathe normally again. He saw Abi's figure through a one-way mirror that connected the interrogation room with the space next to it. He really doesn't know what to do now.

Elsewhere, the mysterious man just hung up. He again wiped his ancient gun collection carefully. His assistant who had been faithfully standing next to him opened his voice.

“Do I not need to intervene directly to clear up this situation, Mr?”

“No need. I was curious about the young man and wanted to see how far he could fight back. If he's tough enough, he'll be the right tool for us to know who's worthy to be part of the kingdom I'm going to build.”

“But, seeing how that happens now, it would be very risky if we did not keep an eye on them.”

The mysterious man touched the shoulder of his assistant then said, “I will be present in the middle of them. Not as a helper, but as a referee who will make sure the fight runs honestly. However, if they are too stupid and the young man manages to disrupt our plans, I will give you a chance to act.”

The assistant stopped denying his master. He felt his master's last words were enough to put an end to his worries. Right now he was trying to forget about the young man and what he had just done then concentrated on serving his master who was still engrossed in cleaning up his ancient weapons.