Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 55

The third trial of the Abhimanyu Alexander case has passed five days ago. The frenzied news about him has also begun to recede, changing with the hustle and bustle of the gubernatorial election to be held in a few months. The prospective governors who will fight in the event are busy making people aware of their existence. Understandably, in addition to incumbents, all this time their contribution to the crowd was never seen or just heard at all.

“You know what politicians and pel*c*r have in common? Both sell themselves. The difference\, pel*c*r sells itself as it is\, while politicians are full of hypocrisy\,” said Didit\, one of the new rutan residents.

Amran nudged him and whispered about Abi's background in brief\, where his mother's job was pel*c*r and he grew up in a localized neighborhood. Didit lowered his head when he saw Abi.

“You're wrong\,” said Abi lirih\, making Didit even more worried because it had offended him. “Pel*c*r also sells itself with hypocrisy. You just go to them during the day\, then compare them to what you see at night. They are different people\, either from attitude or appearance.”

The occupants of the cell laughed with relief because it turned out that Abi was not angry. Even Amran befell him with a joke\, “Makanya politician also called pel*c*r intellect.”

Unlike when he was a child until his teens\, now Abi does not feel uncomfortable hearing the word pel*c*r from the mouth of his acquaintances outside Batavia Baru. Moreover\, after seeing how the mother struggles to survive and raise her by becoming a pr*stitution\ worker, she stopped to be ashamed.

After all\, sinners are not just pel*c*r. The visitors of New Batavia are also no less barbaric than the pel*c*r they rent. In fact\, throughout the course of his life also he had seen many bad people. From those who are proud of their crimes to those who hide them in religious sanctity. He felt that if hell had tiers\, the position of pel*c*r was only outside the top ten.

Rather than thinking about it, he was more busy thinking about the case that entangled him. He had just finished thinking about Indira who had not visited him since the last trial. If on Rama, the woman reasoned was busy taking care of her other clients. He knew Indira was ignoring him.

But, he did not regret what he had done the other day. He really must be in the circle of this case until all the truth is revealed. Otherwise, all the suffering he had suffered in the past few weeks would have been in vain. And of course, Roy's tragic death was futile.

And the first thing he should reveal is the reason Benjiro engineered Mischa's death. He knew that the man had not committed murder. It's just, why he had to take a complicated path by ordering a driver ojol to be accused of being a drug courier first, he said, then make Mischa like murdered and burn the house so that the body is found so that the murder charge is directed at the driver ojol?

If he wanted to eliminate the traces of death alone, it was enough to bury Mischa somewhere. If he wants to look for a scapegoat, it is enough to invite the driver ojol - if it should be the driver ojol to blame - into the house of Mischa, make him faint then just arrange for the driver to look like committing murder. Or if he wanted to burn down the house, why not do it just after the driver left?

Abi is not sure that everything that happened was a mistake that was out of plan. He knows the reputation and intelligence of Mr. Jireh. There was no way the figure would have allowed something as complicated as this to happen were it not the plan.

His thinking activity came to a halt when his focus was distracted by a televised screen coverage. Still contains news about the battle of the prospective governors. One of the strongest candidates carries a mission that is quite popular and effective in making his electability go up. He rejected the Sarden island reclamation project, an old project that had stalled due to controversy and rejection from some parties, but was resumed due to permission from the incumbent.

Something big flashed through his mind, like stretching out some of the tangled threads of the hypothesis he had been building all along. He only needed to confirm it with some accurate data so that some things could be bright.

“Abimanyu Alexander, someone came to visit,” said a new warden who came while carrying keys and handcuffs.

“Chick or boy, Sir?” ask a prisoner.

“Girl, dong,” replied the warden was greeted by a teasing shout of Abi.

The warden took Abi to the visiting room. On the way to meet his visitors, Abi thought of the right words to apologize and it turned out to be more difficult than he had expected. He does not expect, conflict with women will only make him feel guilty, no matter he is right or wrong. He thought it only happened to his mother.

“Mama!”

Yes, mama. That is the word spoken by Abi when he saw the people who came to visit him. A middle-aged woman smiled in front of him while carrying a bushel that was pollinating the scent of her favorite food, rendang.

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While Abi gets a visit from one of the most valuable women of his life, Benjiro, the man Abi appointed as the one who engineered Mischa's murder at his trial a few days ago, gets a visit as well. Not the most valuable woman of his life, but a reporter sucks: Jack Off the Record.

“Come on, I know a lot about Mr. Jireh,” Jack said with a smile. “You must have committed the murder on his orders.”

“I've never heard that name. You better just go, because I won't say anything.”

The smile on Jack's face still did not disappear. He even made it look creepy and managed to scare the interlocutor.

“Good, I'll change the question.” Jack tidied up his sitting position more upright and seemed formal. He kept his smile for a moment so that the atmosphere became more serious. “What did that bastard say about you in the trial then was right?”

Benjiro raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Backed?”

“Ah, I mean Abhimanyu Alexander,” error Jack. “Sorry, I have a personal grudge against him.”

“I don't remember what he said.”

“Come on, he said you weren't Mischa's killer. Is that true? Did master Jireh kill him?”

“Pak, I'm leaving. I don't want to talk to him anymore,” Benjiro shouted at the warden who escorted him.

“Come on, you think I can interview you now without a connection? I'm not leaving without getting anything from you, especially about a man named Mr. Jireh.”

Sweat began to pour on Benjiro's forehead. He was tired and afraid of the various questions posed by the annoying journalist. In fact, even though he had never seen it, he had never heard anyone say the name of Lord Jireh too easily.