Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 78

The room is similar to an office with a room office layout or with the term cubicle. The employees are occupied by their respective activities. Each of them spoke, but no one spoke to each other. They were busy with their phones in their cubicles.

One of them was a man who stood out more than the other. His pleasant way of speaking, coupled with his shrewdness in choosing words, has been recognized by his colleagues as the best among them.

“That's right, Mom. In the newly sent message, there is a code. So, you only need to transfer money of thirty thousand, and add the five number codes that were sent behind the nominal thirty thousand as a unique code of Mother's identity. No, Madam. The money sent remains thirty thousand.”

The man smiled widely as his prey this time was very easy. Sure enough, not for how long, he got a notification of money into his account.

“Good, Mom. No need to worry. We will process it at the latest in 24 hours. Thanks for the cooperation.”

“Wah, got a big victim today,” said a woman from next door of her room.

“Custom only. I got a bigger victim this morning. Could have been me -”

The man stopped talking because he felt he had heard the woman's voice. No stranger, but he shouldn't have heard that voice here in this office. Then, he twisted his neck so that he could see towards the source of the voice. Sure enough, he saw a woman who should not be here in this office.

“Mother Regina,” she said in a tone full of resignation.

Meanwhile, Regina who was propping her chin on the arm that was located on the top edge of the room, was smiling at him.

“That's fun. Today I also get a big prey.”

The man who nicknamed himself De Syado could only smile wryly.

                  *

A few years ago

“Bang! Bang!”

It was not the sound of a gun, only the sound of Rama's screams wanting to complain about the unlucky incident that had just happened to him. For him, there is no better place to complain than his smart brother named Abhimanyu Alexander. Yes, although the elder brother is often indifferent to his existence.

“What's up? I'm taking a break,” cried Abi from inside her room. He had just overtime from his duties as Angelo (send l*nte) because his passenger last night, Wulan Cetar, got four clients in a row.

“Come on, Rama knows that Brother is now not resting.”

Abi raised his head towards the door while wondering how Rama could look inside. At first, he was planning to rest. But, the newly posted photos of her idol got her tied to her mobile phone and social media. Yes, he seems to have the responsibility to give likes on each photo.

Finally, Abi decided to listen to her sister's story for a while. He knew, if not now, Rama would continue to bother him. He walked to the door and opened it.

“What's up? Watch out if it's not something important.”

“Rama fooled, Bang,” said Abi with her face pity. “It’s sad, so sad, it’s a sad situation.”

“I told you a long time ago, karma is real. All this time, you've been cheating a lot of people. Now is the time for you to feel what your victim used to feel.”

“It's not about karma. It's about self-worth. If people know Rama was fooled, where will be put Rama's face?”

“What if I told Regina about all the scams you've ever done so that your stupid face could be put in jail?”

“Ah, yes. Sister Regina. Rama will ask for his help,” Rama said as if ignoring Abi's remarks.

“You didn't catch what I said at all?” Abi raised his eyebrows. His hand was already shaking from resisting the urge to hit his foolish sister.

Abi further sharpens his gaze on Rama, but his sister is too stupid to realize his current annoyance. Then, he remembered Regina's remark two days ago not to contact him first until he himself called because some days he was on surveillance suspect a murder case.

“Yes already, tell me, by whom and how you were fooled,” Abi said while pulling the phone from Rama's hand.

Then Rama began to tell stories. Initially, he saw a post about selling cheap bikes. He was tempted because the price of the bike offered is very cheap. Without a second thought, he immediately contacted the seller and began to negotiate.

Eventually, they reached a price agreement for a folding bicycle. Five hundred thousand was the number they agreed upon. Rama was very happy because for such a big price, even he was lucky to get even the ugliest bike. While according to the words of the seller, what he got was a bicycle with a famous brand that usually cost five million.

“Is your brain no longer working? How could you possibly buy that bike for only five hundred thousand?”

“Finally, he said it was an imported bicycle that had no letters, so the price could be cheap.”

“Only people are dating, wear letters?”

“Yes already, Rama told Regina's sister only.”

“Good, good. Continue your story.”

A few days waiting for his goods, he actually got a call from someone who claimed to be a customs person. Indeed, the profile photo he uses is the agency's logo. According to the person, he had just seized a bicycle suspected of illegal import. The bike was captured when it was to be delivered to an address in Rama's name. So, Rama was obliged to transfer money of two million if he did not want to be fined or jailed. And the transfer was made to a personal account.

“Then, you transfer?” ask Abi.

“Iya, because Rama was afraid.”

“Stupid. Does your habit of deceiving not create an alarm that makes you distrustful of people? It's clearly a scam. Customs never take care of domestic shipping and usually official payment of customs clearance is never by transfer to a personal account, but using the billing code to the country account.”

“Which time knows like that. His name is panic. The strategy of fraudsters is mostly to make their victims panic first.”

“Intinya, you were fooled twice. Once to pay for the bike, again to pay to the fake customs.”

Rama smiled again and this time felt very bitter. “Actually, three times.”

Abi shook his head as if he could not believe that he had such a stupid brother. But, he again had to refrain from beating his only brother. “Say, what's the third?”

“The man from customs told Rama to install the application he sent. He said it was an application to check Rama's status in customs, whether it was clean or still considered an illegal importer.”

“And it turns out that it is a spyware application that allows him to access the data on your phone?” abi asked in a high tone which Rama answered with a weak nod. “Kamasutra, haven't you ever cheated people the same way?”

“So, how? Looks like he's already taken some photos from Rama.”'s phone

Abi sighed, then looked at his sister who was about to cry. His anger is now mixed with pity. “Is there a photo that should not be published?”

“There. My naked photos. You see, Shasha often asks him to -”

Rama had not finished speaking, Abi had already slapped his mouth. He can't take it anymore.

“Just let the photos spread. Not that anyone wants to see it,” grumbled Abi. “We will enter photos that cannot be shared.”

Rama did not know what kind of photo his brother meant. But, he believed in Abi, especially when Abi said it with serious mimicry like now.