Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 54

A blaring alarm filled Indira's office, forcing the petite woman to wake up. His head was dizzy because he stayed up all night to prepare for the trial of 3 cases which will all be held in two weeks. But the possible cause of his dizziness is due to tears of anger that pretty much spilled last night. He was very angry because of Abi's actions at the trial yesterday.

“That bag!” indira shouts spontaneously when remembering Abi's face.

His stomach was hungry and his brain was tired. He walked into the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets. There are some instant noodles in it. His hands still scratched the contents of the closet deeper. Finally, he got what he was looking for. He soaked the food in hot water and waited for it to cook while brewing coffee. Instant noodles for hungry stomach, coffee for tired brain.

In a hurry, he brought a bowl of noodles to the table in front of the television. The coffee was already perched there. He turned on the television and searched for news channels. As he expected, yesterday's trial became the hottest topic of the day. On the channel he was watching, a talk show aired that discussed the trial. Indira tried to recognize the speakers, but it did not work.

Then, his face pouted as the event displayed a few seconds of trial yesterday, precisely when Abi said if it was not a man named Benjiro who killed Mischa. And his face turned into a smile when he saw himself refusing to be interviewed by the press shortly after the trial was adjourned.

“Ah, beautiful me. Don't I look cooler when I'm angry like that? My incredible aura emanated clearly, right?” indira Gumam. He did not care to throw a question sentence even though no one would answer it at that time.

In his head was always ringing the words spoken by Abi just before the officer took him out of the courtroom.

“If he kills Mischa, why should he look for a scapegoat? If he didn't kill Mischa, why would he fabricate it to look like murder? The fire was not an accident, but it was clearly done deliberately with the aim of showing the body to the public. Wh why? Then, why was he so confident that he came to every trial? I promise, I'll stop if I get answers to those questions.”

“Hey, since the beginning we have promised not to keep any secrets related to this case. It's a matter of trust. If the client does not believe in his lawyer, then the lawyer's job is done,” Indira's response at that time.

Now Indira is confused by her status. Is he still Abi's lawyer or are his words a sign that their attorney-client relationship is over? His eyes glared at the ceiling of the room. He has to make the decision as wisely as possible for that.

Amidst enjoying a news event alongside a bowl of instant noodles and a cup of coffee, Indira was interrupted by the voice of a postman shouting at her office doorstep. As he needed a lot of energy, he took a swing to stand up and walk to greet the postman. He could already guess what the man was going to deliver.

“Letter of application again?” Thus Indira returned a friendly greeting from the postman.

“Iya, Ma'am,” replied the man.

“Many, yes?”

“Many, but not as many as yesterday.”

The postman handed over several large envelopes to Indira and left. Indira brought the pile of envelopes and placed it on a table that was filled with the same thing.

Since her impressive performance in Abi's second trial, many people have been finding out about her. Automatically, news of her new self opening a law office is widespread. Because of this, many law school graduates apply to become lawyers or just intern there. Every day there was a proposal coming into his office. Given the increasing number of cases handled, he actually really needs colleagues. However, he was tired enough to select the application that had been mounting it.

He did not expect that he would get a confession so soon. Especially before opening the office, he experienced something embarrassing and had a very low winning percentage record. Inevitably he had to admit that it was all because of Abi. If he does not handle Abi's case, there may not be a single client at this time he has.

He recalled what he said yesterday, questioning Abi's trust in him. Come to think of it, the man had believed her from the very beginning. Otherwise, there's no way he would hire a fire lawyer who just opened a law office for such a big case.

Suddenly the door of his office was opened by someone. Maybe a client. Indira regretted forgetting to lock the door again after receiving the shipment and the postman. He is still not getting ready to accept prospective clients this morning.

“Sorry, with whom, yes?”

A tall, thin man smiled back at the door he had just closed. He wore a very neat suit and his hand held a black umbrella whose handle had a red carving. Sometimes he fixed the position of his glasses that look classic.

“Good morning, Miss. I'm Jesse Arnold. My arrival here is for a little consultation about the law representing my boss, Mr. Jireh.”

                  *

Regina was still seriously reading the news about Abi's trial. Although he has vowed no longer to connect with Abi, he can not close his concern for friends since childhood.

Iptu Nyoman passed through the room. All officers who had previously relaxed with their personal activities, now immediately took a serious attitude. Only Regina remained relaxed reading the news on her computer.

“Hey, correct working. Don't read the news,” scolds the boss.

Regina only shows her upper face, while the rest is covered by a monitor screen. He was not at all afraid because he knew Iptu Nyoman did not really seriously reprimand him.

“Pak, I want to move,” he said suddenly.

“Good. I told you to move for a long time,” said Iptu Nyoman, whose face had shown a smile. “Have the place? Or need my wife's help? He knows the neighborhood around here, including empty rent.”

“Not, not moving house. I want to be reassigned.”

Suddenly Iptu Nyoman's legs limp, like losing his joints. How not? One of his best members, whom he already considered to be his own little sister, suddenly wanted to leave him.

“Ke, why? You got a problem here? Who's bothering you? Who?!”

Everyone looked at him with fear, making Regina feel ashamed.

“Aih, not because of that. I have a personal reason.”

“What's personal reason?”

Regina was silent while thinking. His lips were swept away as his fingers tapped at the table. Then he said, “I just want the bad guys I know to get the punishment that is worth it.”