Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 35

Indira looked at the mirror that reflected her face. There is no makeup. He knew, the makeup he would wear, as he usually wears, would not change much of his face without makeup.

In his mind was the shadow of what happened in the rutan yesterday. It was when Regina dressed up, changing her shabby face and tomboyish appearance to be beautiful and graceful.

“Does make up change me that drastic too?” Indira opened her makeup box and took out lipstick. Then he put it back. “Ah, she is indeed originally beautiful. Make up just to get rid of the riot.”

But her eyes returned to her makeup box. Suddenly Abi's face flashed through his mind, making him subconsciously dismantle his makeup box and start dressing up.

“What the fuck? Why am I dressed up because I remember?”

Indira wanted to remove it, but the urung was done after paying attention to the work of his hand. Quite satisfying.

Suddenly, Rama's voice called out to him from outside. He walked over and opened the door for the chatty man.

“Wow, you look so beautiful,” praise Rama when he saw Indira's face, making the woman blush in shame.

“Really? Doesn't look menor?”

“*Of course no*t.”

Indira smiles. Then he hesitated, before throwing a question. “Will Abi think like that too later?”

“One hundred percent,” says Rama. “Unfortunately, today we have canceled visiting him again. Bang Abi told us to investigate something.”

Indira's smile suddenly vanished, changing with an annoyed face. Rama was confused to see the change of his face.

“Wait, I removed this makeup first.”

Indira closed the door, but Rama was ready to enter.

                  *

 “Isn't it a problem with your girlfriend because we use her car almost every day?” indira asked as they were on their way to a place.

“No problems. Shasha never used this car. In fact, chances are he forgot to have this car?”

“Really? Is he a rich man?”

“Lumayan, but this car was not bought with the money. It is thanks by his client.”

“Indeed, what does it do?”

“Like our mama\, pel*c*r\,” replied Rama casually. It was so relaxing that it confused Indira. “But he's more sophisticated\, not hanging out at cafes\, at discos or on the side of the road.”

“More sophisticated?”

“Iya, it uses an app called OBO-Jek. Open BO under the guise of an ojek. So, his client booked his services and determined the location of the meeting. Then, drivers like Shasha approached the place in an online motorcycle uniform while carrying parcels containing food. In addition to reducing the suspicions of the surrounding residents, the uniform is also very good to improve the imagination of its clients.”

Indira until the head gurgles heard the explanation from Rama. It was so astonished. First, because Rama is so relaxed having a girlfriend who has such a profession. Second, because of the emergence of the latest prostitution mode that is quite sophisticated and unique.

“So, where are we going now?”

“Ke home one of ojek bang Abi subscriptions. He is a forensic doctor.”

“What are we meeting him for?”

“Bang Abi has some questions for him. Related to the condition of the corpse Mischa.”

“What are the questions?”

Rama reached into the pocket and grabbed his phone and opened the contents of a message from Abi. “Bang Abi told me to give an autopsy report of Mischa's body and ask, did she die from being hit, inhaling too much smoke, burning or from illness?”

“Disease?” Indira was astonished by one of the possible causes of death questioned by his client. It was clear Mischa was found dead under one side of the house. No one seems to think he died of an illness.

“Iya, disease. A few days ago, as the last trial took place, Rama went to one of Mischa's subscription hospitals and stole her medical records.”

“Stole?”

“Yes, steal. Bang Abi told me to do it at that time. He said, only then were his enemies caught off guard as they focused on the course of the trial. After all, he did not want to involve Brother if Rama committed a crime.”

Rama's mouth smiled broadly, as if he was telling the coolest thing he had ever done. In fact, every crime he committed related to the Abi case made Indira stressed because it could make it difficult as a lawyer.

“So, what was written on the medical record that Abi thought that Mischa might have died of an illness?”

“Let me show you the photo. It's on my phone. So, one of the diseases that bang Abi thinks is suspicious is -”

Suddenly there was a loud bang accompanied by a huge shock from the back of the car. Rama could not control the car that was circling with his fast.

When the car stopped and was in the reverse position, they saw a black jeep behind them. It was most likely the car that hit their car.

Sure enough, not to mention Indira and Rama calming down, the car again hit the front of their car so that it slammed out of the path. Their car tires stayed a few inches away from the big trench on the side of the road.

The jeep is not finished. He turned back and prepared to hit Rama's lover's car. If it is done, it is certain they will enter the big trench.

“You can't put up a fight?” ask Indira in that precarious situation.

“Take it easy. They don't know who Rama Alexander is.”

Rama put on a serious face and seemed to be waiting for the movement of the jeep. When the big car drove to approach them, Rama immediately hit the gas and slam the steering wheel to the right so that the jeep was mired into the trench.

“Feel it!” rama shouted satisfied with applause from Indira.

However, the euphoria they did was too early. Another car again hit their car from behind and this time made them slam into the other side of the road, hitting a wall.

And the impact this time was much harder, so it was able to make them unconscious. Unfortunately, the condition of the road was quiet and it took a few minutes until a car passed by and realized the accident they had experienced. Meanwhile, both of their assault cars had already disappeared.

                  *

 “Jack! Jack!”

A man shouted the name of the old reporter so loudly that the entire editorial office heard him. The owner of the name turned towards the source of the sound.

“What's up, Ton? You're just being chased by demons,” Jack Off the Record said mocking his co-worker.

“This is not the time to joke,” the man said as he caught his breath. Then he showed me his phone screen. “You must not have read this news.”

Jack was still relaxed when he took the phone from the man. His face changed when he read the news.

“Basic stubborn boy! I told you not to get involved with the cursed kunyuk boy the source of the problem.”

Jack handed the phone to the owner and walked out of the room in anger.