Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 52

“Hey, what are you thinking? Focus!”

Indira nudged Abi's hand. Since then, he has seen his client's eyes staring blankly. The question and answer that Indira and the witnesses did was not noticed.

“Yes, I focus, really,” on Abi. “The conference went well. Very smooth. Even too smoothly.”

Indira looked at Abi suspiciously. The man started acting strange. As usual, he must be planning something amazingly strange.

“Never act outside our plan!” Indira gives a harsh ultimatum to Abi.

“Good,” replied Abi shirih.

At that time, Indira was throwing question after question at an expert witness from the forensic field asked by the prosecutor. As he had prepared with Abi and with the help of the forensic expert who subscribed to Abi's motorcycle taxi, their analysis was justified by the witness.

“The fracture to his breastbone is quite large. It takes a lot of pressure to make a fracture that big,” explained the expert witness.

“Seeing the shape of the defendant's fingerprint on the handle of the knife, is there a possibility that he stabbed the victim?” ask Indira.

“Fingerprints on the handle of the knife only have the thumb and the inside of the index finger. As the legal counsel said, the fingerprints were similar to those of a person stirring tea. It is impossible for people to hold a knife with such a handle, let alone to stab and produce wounds as deep as those owned by the victim.”

Everyone who heard him nodded their heads. While Indira smiled with satisfaction.

“Your Majesty, according to my client, the handle of the knife is very similar to the handle of the spoon he used to stir the tea during the first interrogation, as well as the glass. We assume, our client was deliberately framed and the police who interrogated him at that time should be examined because they must have been involved with the murder,” Indira said in a loud voice.

Amidst the excitement and excitement of the trial, Abi thought of something else. He still remembered the words of Lord Jireh two days ago.

[I admit, you are a great young man. I admit I was wrong for underestimating you all along. I can set you free easily. But I want you to work for me.]

Abi's body was still trembling in shock. He did not expect the person he had been after to know his movements, even the most secret. He is not an opponent that can be underestimated.

“I am too arrogant to work for others,” replied Abi who was greeted with a loud laugh from across her phone.

[Therefore, you must work for me so that you know whether you truly deserve to be arrogant or not.]

“Thank you for the offer. But, I was busy for something else.”

[What other things? Take revenge on your past? I can help you. Reynold may be your job. But, prosecutor Jerold? It was my work.]

Abi's heart was beating faster. Although he had speculated up to there, he had not expected at all to get a direct acknowledgement from master Jireh, even so soon.

“So, you are -”

[I know a lot about your revenge. If now you want me to kill Louis Jithro Kurniawan, I can do it. Who else? The police chief Louis used to pay so he sent his men to torture you in the interrogation room? Although the trail had disappeared since six years ago, I can find it for you.]

Abi's chest is already too tight. He really did not expect to get an offer of cooperation from a figure that made many people afraid, even just because of hearing his name.

“Unfortunately, now my target is you. Mr Jireh!”

There was laughter from the man. In fact, now his laughter is more blaring that makes Abi more frightened.

“Hey, the presiding judge is talking to you,” whispered Indira to disperse Abi's delusion.

“Good, Brother of the accused, is there anything to convey?” The presiding judge repeated his question to Abi.

“Then, welcome to the defendant's Brother.”

Abi looked at Indira's expectant face at him. He knew what Indira wanted him to do.  Then he turned off his microphone then whispered to Indira, “During this time, the rutan consultation visit room has been tapped. All our conversations, including the preparation for this trial, have been heard by someone. A very dangerous man. I'm after him. In fact, I don't care if I lose this case and get jailed for a long time. Forgive me for maybe this will affect your reputation as a lawyer.”

Indira gawked when she heard Abi's words.

“A, what do you mean?”

Abi leaned his mouth towards the microphone, then turned it on and prepared to speak. “There is one thing I do not agree with what my legal advisor said earlier.”

The court room is back. The audience seems to be convinced there will be a new drama that will not be less exciting than what was shown earlier. Everyone was looking forward to Abi's next remarks, including the public prosecutor and the judges.

“What is it?” ask the chief judge.

“I'm not actually hanging around out there right now,” replied Abi who added to the tension in that trial. “He is in this room. I'm sure, what I saw in the TKP at the time was not Mischa Radjasa, but that guy.”

Abi pointed to a large man wearing a long black suit, who was sitting in the third row to the right of the visitor's seat. All eyes were now on him. In fact, the camera, which from the beginning pointed forward, is now turning to capture the face of the person Abi pointed at.

This time a huge stir could not be inevitable anymore. In fact, since the first trial, there has never been a stir of this magnitude. The presiding judge repeatedly knocked on his hammer to calm the courtroom until it finally broke.

While the man looked very frightened. Like a deer that has been cornered among the lions that are about to pounce on it.

“Your Majesty, we are from the defendant's side, asking the person who has been appointed by our client to be a witness at this trial. Currently also.” Indira pleaded with the judge in a loud voice.

“Objection, Your Honor,” refutes the new prosecutor.

“Your Highness, according to article 160 paragraph 1 letter c KUHAP, the, legal counsel or the public prosecutor can bring witnesses during the trial or before the sentence is handed down and the presiding judge of the trial must listen to the testimony of the witness.”

The judges discussed with each other. They justified the argument given by Indira about the possibility of presenting a spontaneous witness in the middle of the trial. Then the presiding judge said, “Well, the legal counsel application was granted. Officer, please bring the person who has been appointed by the defendant's brother earlier.”

Several officers walked up to the man in his seat. His large body seemed helpless when he saw the officers coming and took him to the witness seat. He still looks scared when asked to read the oath.

“Good, what's your Brother's name?”

“Be, Benjiro Michael, Sir.”

“For the next, just call Your Majesty,” said the judge. “Is it true that the accused's brother said that it was Brother Benjiro who committed the murder of Mischa?”

The man did not answer. He just looked down in fear. Irritated that he could not get an answer, the judge asked Abi.

“Brother defendant, are you sure of what you said earlier?” ask the judge in the middle of the courtroom mess.

“Yakin, Your Majesty.”

Abi's words made Indira a little relieved. He thought his client was going to do something outside of their plan. So far, he still follows the scenario they designed earlier, even if according to the plan, he should have appointed the man.

“Good, we will do further inspection for Brother Benjiro. Thus, the trial will be delayed until -”

“Sorry, Your Majesty,” cut Abi which makes Indira worry again. “I have to errat. I didn't say he killed.”

The courtroom was quiet, back in excitement. Seen the old judge was exhausted because he had to receive various surprises alternately. While Indira seemed unable to cover her gaping mouth in surprise.