Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 64

Abi tried to sit down. His eyes continued to look towards the bushel of stacking food brought by Rama. It was a ‘aneh’ rantang he bought from a friend who was a former prisoner. I bought it because it was unique. Who would have thought now he used it according to its original function.

“You brought everything I said, right?” abi asked Rama who was still nervous.

“Beres, Bang.”

Rama separated the bushels. Seen its contents are rice along with some side dishes such as chicken gulai, soup, and vegetables mashed yam leaves. Before entering, the police checked and they said they were safe.

Rama's eyes stole a glance towards the door. No police are peeping. Then he turned the bottom of the bushel and opened it. There are some things like bandages, red medicine and so on. Rama put it in the bag.

“Take me to the bathroom,” Abi said. Rama followed and helped him stand up.

“You what?” ask a police officer who is aware of their activity.

“Ke, to the bathroom, sir,” replied Rama who still looks nervous.

“Wait for the nurse to take it,” the policeman said as he pointed his palm at Rama.

“Sorry, I've been holding her since because I'm ashamed if I have to be accompanied by a female nurse. Are you the only ones accompanying me? Looks like my fists have piled up a lot,” said Abi who made the police worried.

Finally, he backed off and let the two brothers use the bathroom, while he stood guard outside.

Rama swept Abi who still looked in pain with great caution. However, different things happen in the bathroom. Abi immediately took off Rama's handrails and immediately sat down on the toilet. While Rama took out all the contents of his pocket, namely the items from under the bushel earlier.

“Where's the recording?”

Hearing the question, Rama immediately pulled out his phone and looked for a file that he had prepared at home before.

PREEEETTTTTTTTT

A kent*t-like voice came out of the phone. Not just once, but many times and as if timid. The two of them and the police who were standing guard outside were shocked to hear it.

“Ah, What a slob. And, ah, it stinks. What did you eat? If it takes too long here, I'll pass out.”

“Already, no need to protest. Sick people are like that.”

Not only the kent*t voice, there was also the voice of their conversation recorded on the phone. Rama had prepared it at home and Abi's voice was made from his edited voice.

“Do they have to be like this?” whispered Abi with an annoyed face.

“That kent*t voice will cover the sounds we might be making now,” kilah Rama, which sounds reasonable.

“Yes already, now undress and your pants give me your hands.”

Rama obeyed Abi's orders and undressed. Abi also did so after removing the infusion hose from her hand. They quickly changed clothes.

“Where are your hands?” asked Abi who immediately responded Rama by showing the back of his hand. Abi immediately tied the top of Rama's hand with a tool called a tourniquet and stuck an IV needle into the back of his hand. He immediately moved the infusion hose attached to his hand to Rama's hand.

Abi checked the items Rama had brought. There is no knife. But fortunately he had taken a small knife from the nurse who had come to check his condition.

“Now, hold on for a moment. It hurts a lot, but I'll make sure it's not severe,” Abi said as she unsheathed the knife.

Rama had not yet finished his sentence, Abi had pierced his stomach. Rama's face endured the excruciating pain and Abi shut his mouth in anticipation of his sister not shouting.

“O yes, what did you want to say earlier?”

“Ra, Rama su, already be, learn on Sha, Sha, Shasha for, hhah, hhah, make your make up, wound pal, fake. Se, all day!”

“Oh, it's appropriate that you bring these tools,” Abi said while holding some objects such as make-up boxes and toy wounds without realizing the annoyance his sister harbored. “Yes already, next time we wear it. Now, let's close your wound.”

Rama could not fight. Other than that being the brother he respected the most, he also had no more strength to be angry.

                  *

A few minutes later, in the hospital parking lot

Indira's eyes did not blink staring at the screen of her phone. He was very serious about watching videos of parasite production from a person's body. The tension of seeing the process of removing parasites as in the video is always powerful for Indira to cover the tension he feels in real life. And at this time he had to cover up the tension over the action of Rama to exchange places with Abi.

Suddenly the car door was knocked from outside, making his tension turn into shock. He saw the figure he had just seen. That is Rama.

However, after opening the door and watching it carefully, he realized that the man before him was not Rama, but Abi. He smiled with relief because it meant that the action run by Rama, and that made him tense, was successful.

“Aduh!”

Abi held her stomach while grimacing in pain as she just sat on the car seat. Seeing that, Indira felt a little anxious. He wanted to do something, but was confused as to what to do. All he could do was look and feel pity.

“So, this is your great plan?” indira Sindir.

“How are you? Healthy? Good news, just a little stabbed.” Abi replied to Indira's insinuation with words that were no less sarcastic.

“You wish I was worried about you? Even though you made it yourself?”

Abi is at a loss for words against Indira's words. At that moment, he realized two things. First, he realizes that Indira is worried about him more than lawyers should be doing to her clients. Second, he realized that lately Indira who always dominated the conversation between the two of them, unlike when they first met.

“But how did you guys succeed? Okay, your faces are a little similar. But your body posture is different. Moreover, your height.”

“The key is this,” Abi said as she pointed at the sole of her shoe. He pressed one of the buttons on the side of his shoe and the sole grew taller. And when he pressed the button again, the sol height returned to how it was. “Early see it first, I thought this thing was just trash purchased by Rama because of his stupidity.”

Indira nodded her mark having understood. “Alright, we'll just go.”

Abi turned on his car engine, then heard a loud alarm and made him surprised. The sound was loud enough to attract people, including some policemen who were on guard there.

“You must wear a seat belt. If not, the alarm will not turn off,” Indira chirps.

“Ah, jerk car.”

Abi immediately put on his seat belt and he screamed in pain because it hit the wound on his stomach. The car alarm eventually died.

“Where are we going? Are we stealing the data of investors and developers?” ask Indira curiously.

“Cause. I've been in jail for a few months. Let me enjoy my freedom for a moment,” Abi replied casually.