Serving a Paralyzed Wife
88. Mysterious Intruders

For 32 years Narendra breathed, so many things that he has been through to this stage. The change in the life mindset of each person is changing like a wave, something in the form of material that plays a big role in human power, a degree that often creates gaps in every circle, and in every direction, the, and there are still many things beyond reason that require understanding.

Narendra knew the law went according to his rules. The judge ruled exactly what was written, though anger chanted glorify injustice. This is already the fairest, it would be strange if the judge imposes a heavier sentence according to the expectations of the victim. Legawa's the only way to reconcile the situation.

"Convene! Defendant Gallen Mou has been found legally and convincingly guilty of negligent motor vehicle driving, resulting in heavy injuries. The victim was unable to move as usual due to paralysis. The victim also experienced mental changes due to trauma, and is still undergoing treatment at a private hospital in the capital. Because of this, the defendant Gallen Mou promised to finance the entire treatment and therapy of the victim until the victim is declared cured, in the hope that the family of the victim can forgive and stop expanding the problem between the two. With this, as written in article number 229 paragraph 4, the criminal conviction of Gallen Mou, therefore with a 5-year prison sentence, and a fine of ten million rupiah."

There was noise from a number of visitors attending the trial. Some were seen talking about the judge's verdict, and some seemed indifferent.

Including Narendra, he seemed to be quietly sitting next to Gibran who snorted. The man patted Narendra on the shoulder and whispered. "This is the law according to them. The reason why I hate all the officers. I think they are too reluctant to impose punishment. Hey, your wife is even on the verge of life and death. How could Gallen the Cow just breathe in prison? Five years is less."

Narendra turned his head lazily to hear Gibran's ravings. The man grew more and more like his wife. Narendra's forehead creased as he asked. "Cow?"

Gibran answered briefly. "The last name is like a cow."

"Stop funny. Your face is not fit for the slightest joke."

Gibran raised an eyebrow. "Mary always complains about children who are afraid of me. Was my face that scary?"

Narendra snorted in disbelief at this unqualified talk. He turned his head, and it coincided with his eyes meeting Edward Mou, Gallen's father.

Edward looked at her with the corner of his lips twitching obliquely. The man must have been satisfied because everything was not what Narendra expected. Narendra could only faintly snort, he thought he did not know about legislation.

Narendra looked back at Edward, his countenance was calm, he even smiled a small sign that the decision just now did not affect him at all. Narendra actually looked at Edward with meaning, he also had a glance at Gallen who was brought in after the trial was finished.

"What makes you still expect Glacia? He's hurt you so many times." Gibran asked when they were outside.

Both of them walked to the parking lot. Inevitably their figures often invite several pairs of curious eyes. At first glance, people know that Narendra and Gibran are not ordinary men.

Narendra shrugged his shoulders in response. His face was straight as his legs swung along the corridor. "There's no excuse."

Gibran did not ask again. He knew how complicated it was to define feelings, because he had experienced them with Mary.

As he was about to enter the car, Edward Mou walked in the opposite direction with his assistant. They returned to look at Edward when he arrived next to his car, which was parked right next to Narendra's car.

The Gallen-like man stopped, Narendra who was originally about to open the door was to undo the intention, and then tilt the body until now they face each other.

Edward folded his hands in front of his chest, looking at Narendra with a satisfied and dismissive look.

"Whatever your power is now, you still can't beat us who were in power early on" said Edward.

Hearing that Narendra just smiled casually. "With Gallen arrested, it shows who won. Basically, I don't want to beat anyone. So you can be free to be complacent ..." Narendra. "For now."

They shut up with their eyes nailing each other. Edward snorted a smile. "Wealth does not necessarily make a person's degree rise, when the position is more like a parasite that holds the power of others. From the beginning, you should know where you are. You understand what I mean."

Edward patted Narendra's shoulder slowly, rather on belittling and assuming he was just a young man who was no better than himself. For a moment Edward's eyes glanced at Gibran Wiranata who was slouching lazily on the other side of the car.

They looked at each other, before Edward again snorted, entering his car after the assistant opened the door.

Edward's car drove off the parking lot. Right after that Gibran turned to Narendra who never moved from his place.

"He doesn't know who you really are."

Narendra did not answer. He turned around, opened his car door, and sat down at the wheel. Gibran also stepped in next to the man.

Narendra's gaze looked a little laugh before he turned the steering wheel until the vehicle left the court area.

***

In an abandoned banker, Lizy is still trying to survive the increasingly torturous misery. The once beautiful well-groomed body is now full of scars that make it look bad.

"I want to be free .." It's husky, almost inaudible. The woman's mouth looked dry and chapped.

Unbeknownst to the people guarding the CCTV room, a dark-clothed man was sitting along the side of the hallway. The movement is so careful and careful, looking for the point of existence of the camera with an effort to avoid it.

He further tightened the hood of his jacket and the mask and hat he wore. Trying to strengthen instinct, guessing the existence of the room that became the purpose of coming here.

For days the man observed the situation of the banker, now he decided to enter after being convinced of everything he was going to face. Wiranata's men who deployed Narendra can not be taken lightly. They're trained troops with lunge not play.

However, as strong as possible the guard still has a gap even though small. Even the man felt astonished by the atmosphere of the banker hallway which he thought was too quiet.

Throughout his observations here, security should not be as lonely as it is today. Once again the man circulated the gaze, making sure that he had completely managed to dodge all the cameras, and was not being watched secretly.

Come to think of it, he got in here a little too easily. Ignoring all the possibilities that continue to arrive, his attention was distracted by several doors lined up.

There are about 4 doors, one of which he believes to be a toilet, and the other three ordinary rooms that can be ascertained as a place of storage. Again his eyes went around looking for the location of CCTV.

This is the most difficult, it's clear the rooms are a place of confinement, because at the end there he can find something flashing red in the form of a surveillance camera.

The man hid when he saw a man coming out of one of the doors and locking him from the outside. The man then touched the device in his ear. "Pure. The waiter is still alive."

The man whom he suspected was one of Narendra's plotters then walked out of the hallway, past him hiding in the darkest light of the corridor. His shadow fused in dimness. He thought hard, how to get out without being caught by the CCTV at the end there.

Because there was no other way, he finally pulled out a small gun, then pointed it at the camera. Trying to aim as fast as possible, a second later he fired a bullet in the form of glue that melted, until now the camera was perfectly covered by the sticky liquid.

Quickly he came out of hiding, then checked the other two doors, because before he already knew the room that had been entered by the guard was the place where the servant was held captive. The man she was looking for was Eliza Pataya.

He found a locked door. With the skills he had, he was finally able to crush the padlock that ensnared him even with a little hard effort.

Pushing the door slowly, he entered carefully, then closed the door made of steel again to cause a slight squeak.

The decitan that managed to make a woman in the corner of the room look up. The man was silent for a moment there. Smell, that's the first word that came to his brain. His face frowned in disdain as he walked deeper inside.

Now he was standing in the middle of the room, staring at the woman who had been watching him closely. He took off his hood, but not his hat and mask.

"We meet again, Lizy."

That heavy sound made Lizy frown in. His eyes narrowed trying to examine more broadly the man. Lizy's gaze scanned it from top to bottom.

"Who are you?" whispered raucous.

"It doesn't matter who I am, just think of you who now looks pathetic" said the man coldly.

Lizy shriveled unhappily. He fizzed sharply with an unsheathed gaze, which actually made the man snort with a dismissive grin.

"There's no need to look at me like that, as long as you're still thinking about getting out of here. Our time is not long, for soon they must be here because they are aware of my presence."

A few seconds Lizy was made to think. Is this the answer to Narendra's oath?

No matter who the man was, Lizy would not waste this golden opportunity. Although it seemed like getting out of this place was more difficult than he thought, at least he would know after trying it.

"Then help me out."

The man grinned behind his mask. "Of course, on condition that you pay for my kindness. As perfect!" press it at the end of the sentence.

The two look at each other in the light. Lizy also smiled obliquely with a bad face apparently.

Narendra, look, luck always comes my way whenever and wherever I am.