Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 70

Abi grimaced in pain as he pressed down on the stem of his nose that was spitting out fresh blood. His heart was still shocked, not only because of the blow from Indira, but his embrace as well. For that hug, Indira also still felt ashamed.

“You should thank me,” Abi said. “If not, you won't be able to see the end of One Piece.”

Indira's face grew red with embarrassment. After several times mocking Abi's penchant that does not describe him at all everyday, now Abi finds something similar from him. But he is still trying to defend himself. “What's really why? One Piece is cool. I am proud to be his fan. And I'm not as crazy as someone who filled his room with posters of his idol and every look at the poster, his face turned perverted.”

“Ya, yes. Just ejek. Soon you'll be crying because I heard Oda, the author of One Piece, is seriously ill and most likely beyond help.”

“Do not talk nonsense like that!”

Indira's anger rose again and he lifted the P3K box again. But this time he did not get hit on the face of Abi who was already frightened because he still felt traumatized.

 “I just found out that you're this rough,” grumbled Abi. He examined the tissue he used to hold blood flow from his nose.

“People who like to joke with death deserve to be underlined. Like your stupid stunt over the bridge.”

“I told you, trust me. I have a speciality car stuntman license. I've done a dozen times like that.”

Indira looked at him, then turned her face away while saying, “You yourself made yourself unbelievable.”

Abi felt there was something strange about Indira's attitude. “There's something I don't know?”

Indira still looked at him sharply. Actually, he wanted to listen to his father's words earlier. But, he wanted to hear the defense from Abi. “Tadi Jack said Mischa's death was due to her illness and most likely you know it was because Rama once stole her medical records for you.”

Abi fell silent. He did not know that Indira would discuss it. “Ya, indeed. I think Rama showed it to you.”

“He did tell me about the theft, but he ended up not showing it to me because you banned him on the grounds that nothing matters from there.”

“Indeed, at that time I thought nothing important because we found the suspect, which is Benjiro. But, the longer I realized he didn't commit murder.”

“If Mischa dies from disease, then what makes you think that there are ‘hazard’ people who want to trap you?”

Abi was silent for a moment while thinking. Then he asked, “You didn't see who was chasing us? Who do you think told them to?”

Now it was Indira's turn to think.

“I understand why Jack told you that. He wants you to close this case as soon as possible because the more you get involved, the greater the danger you will face,” Abi said. “He was not wrong. As before -”

“It's because you yourself are selling information about you!”

Indeed, Abi could not defend himself if Indira was angry because of it.

“Alright, I'm sorry. But, I won't be able to get the information we need

-ika did not do it.”

Indira set her breath and tried to throw out the remnants of anger in her heart. “Alright, now tell who ‘hazardous people’ is. Given that I was already in danger because of it, I was entitled to know.”

“But it will -”

“No buts. Say now!” cut Indira with the rest of the anger that has not been successfully disposed of.

“What if we find food first? I haven't eaten since my stomach was pierced.”

Infuriated, Indira said, “Alright. But, don't try to trick me!”

                  *

“Ah, delicious. This is the true sense of freedom,” Abi chirped in between sips of a glass of cold avocado juice. He had just finished off a plate of fried rice. His eyes occasionally glanced at Indira, who continued to stare at him sharply like a lion that would not let his prey escape.

Abi invites Indira to eat in a place that is quite foreign to the woman's lawyer. The place is a simple cafe that has an interesting view. Located in the high-rises of the suburb, visitors can enjoy the frenetic city light from above, like a collection of candles on a large tart. If not for Abi's annoying behavior, maybe Indira will thank you for being invited to such a place.

Even though it is almost midnight, this place still has visitors. Usually the ones who come are the couples who have done their dates and want to rest for a while by filling the stomach while looking at the beautiful scenery. Usually, after this they continue their dates to more intimate activities.

“How is the place? Nice, no?” abi asked while looking at the expanse of scenery seen from the open cafe window. “In addition to my mother's home and cuisine, this place is the thing I miss most often during rutan.”

Indira looked out. He agreed with Abi's words about the beauty of the place. “If you miss this place that big, it must be because there is a wonderful memory that you have here.”

Abi smiles. From the expression of his face it is seen that he does not deny Indira's guess. A few years ago, something happened that now turned into a beautiful memory for him. Unfortunately, those fond memories must have led him to another memory, one of the worst memories of his life. If anyone asks why he stopped being a night advocate, then those bad memories are the answer.

“Does it matter if we don't get to the hospital right away? There are already people who know you escaped from the hospital, surely they will come to Rama and dismantle his disguise,” said Indira.

“Cause. It's not time.” Abi was still enjoying his juice while looking towards the clock attached to the cafe wall. “Again, seeing who's after us, I'm sure she's selling information about me to the people who are going to kill us. They must have prioritized my death. If the police knew I was running away from the hospital, of course there would be their rivals in terms of chasing me. And if the police win, of course I am only arrested and also they will be difficult to kill me.”

Indira's head nodded his head as he managed to digest the words of Abi.

“Now, you can already say it,” Indira said in a hushed voice. Abi let out a long sigh because it turned out that Indira remembered the promise she had just said.

“Come on, I just finished eating. It will be a tough talk. It takes a really comfortable situation to tell it.”

Indira's face was getting irritated. He wanted to smash something into the man's nose again. His intentions soon vanished as his phone rang. Abi took a glance at the screen of the phone and his eyes widened when he saw the name Jesse Arnold plastered there.

“Do not lift,” Abi said after holding Indira's hand that was about to press the answer call button.

“What's wrong with you? This is from one of my clients, his assistant Mr. Jireh I told you about first.”

“I know, so don't lift.”

Indira looked at Abi with suspicion. His phone stopped ringing, but a few seconds later it rang again. The man's face was suddenly serious, making him think of taking advantage of this moment. “I'll lift if you don't say who ‘hazardous people’ it.”

Indira was still waiting for an answer from Abi with a hand shaking her phone. Abi looked tense due to the threat posed by Indira. On the one hand, he felt that now was not the time to tell Mr. Jireh about Indira. But, on the other hand, he should not let Indira lift the call. It was not impossible that Lord Jireh could trace their whereabouts just because Indira spoke to her assistant over the phone.

“Halo!” indira said with a cell phone already attached to her ear.

Abi immediately took the phone from Indira's hand and dropped it on the floor. Feeling not enough, he stepped on it until it was destroyed.

“Master Jireh! The dangerous person is Mr. Jireh,” Abi said with a gasp of breath.

Indira who is still surprised by Abi's action just gawked. His eyes began to glaze over like they were about to shed tears. Wirily, he said, “I didn't really lift it. The phone stopped ringing and I just put it to my ear and pretended to answer it.”