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34. Tiara is with me

Arriving at Tiara School. Hania immediately ran into the gate of the Tiara school. His eyes swept every corner of the school. It's deserted. Tiara was no longer there. Usually the daughter would wait for him at the security guard post with Mr. Amril, the security officer at the Tiara school. But he didn't find it there. Hania became agitated. Where's daughter?

Hania walked hurriedly towards the teacher's room. There was a teacher but not a teacher teaching a Tiara class. The teacher did not know the whereabouts of Tiara. Then Hania ran out followed by the teacher looking for Mr. Amril. Mr. Amril was surprised to see Hania, even more surprised that Hania was not with Tiara. The security thought Tiara had been picked up by her guardian because upon her return from the toilet, the little girl was no longer there. Mr. Amril had invited Tiara into the school area before leaving. He thought Tiara was following his invitation. But apparently, Tiara was not there.

Hania was accompanied by a teacher and Mr. Amril along the road near the Tiara school. Every shop is in. Ask the whereabouts of his daughter to the store employees, or even the pedestrians he met. Hania kalut's. His tears trickled down his smooth cheeks. Sometimes he rubbed it because it made his eyes blurred. He and a teacher accompanied by Mr. Amril had already far walked around the school.

The afternoon is getting late. It's soon nightfall, but Tiara hasn't seen you yet. Heh. Report police! But the loss report cannot be processed before 1x24 hours. He's frustrated. Sneak in silence. Where's Tiara? How's things going? I hope nothing bad happens to him.

"O Allah, protect my daughter when my protection does not reach her" Hania prayed in her heart.

Hania was still sitting in the teacher's room. Now Ms. Meta, Tiara's homeroom teacher returns to school after receiving news of the little girl's disappearance. There was not much to do other than calm and comfort Hania.

The school has filed a loss report with the police, just waiting to be processed. Hania felt the police move too slowly. Or he was feeling so anxious that he felt so. Why wait 1x24 hours? What if her daughter why? 1x24 hours is a long time. What if Tiara is kidnapped? Then take him away somewhere? The time of 1x24 hours can make people anywhere. Let alone that long, going to the next country can be reached within 2 hours.

Hania's confused. He has no one to contact. His two best friends are out of town because the long holiday is in sight. Tiara activities at school were only additional activities while waiting for the distribution of reports. Suddenly Hania remembered Arga. He recalled, before leaving him earlier, the handsome man said he did not mind if he asked for help. Hania immediately seeks contact on her phone under the name Arga and suppresses her.

Sounds legitimate across his phone. Hania did not immediately answer and instead cried as hard.

Drrrt drrt.

Arga's phone vibrated on his pants. Arga had a little trouble grabbing his phone he kept in his left pants pocket, while Tiara was sleeping comfortably leaning back in Arga's arms. Investigators just finished questioning them.

Hania. A name that was so expected to appear on his phone screen lately. Smiling, Arga answered the call.

"Yes, Han?", said Arga.

A moment later Arga's forehead wrinkled. It was not the soft voice of the beautiful woman that she heard but rather the sobbing of someone's cry. Hania crying?

"Han? What's the matter?", he asked in a soft voice.

His heart ached to hear the woman cry. He immediately imagined Hania's sad face. I felt how fragile that woman was.

"Mas... Hiks..", he heard the sound of Hania stamped.

"Yes Han, what's wrong? Why cry?", he began to worry.

"Mas... Tiara's... Hiks.", Hania mentioned her daughter's name on the sidelines of her crying.

Instantly Arga sculpted. A tiara? Arga closed his eyes. Be present. Arga rubbed his tired face. Then glanced at the sleeping Tiara in her arms. Why did you forget to tell Hania? The beautiful woman must have been in the fog looking for her daughter. The tired and spoiled effect of Tiara on her really made her forget to tell the little girl's mother. Arga.

After being questioned earlier, Tiara who was tired began to whine for food, bought milk, bought snacks, bottled drinks, asked to be stroked on his back, hugged, stroked his hair, until Tiara fell asleep. There is no hesitation. So spoiled to Arga. And Arga did all that with pleasure. I don't know. Arga felt that the little girl needed him. He likes to be needed by the people he wants.

"Mas?", call Hania across from her phone.

"Yes, Han?", Arga's dream was just pulled from his daydream.

"Who is Tiara?", asked Arga pura not knowing, she was still nervous.

"Tiara my son, hiks.", again he heard Hania crying, making him feel even more guilty.

"Mass? You are busy, right? Sorry ak..", Hania's speech was cut off.

"Gga Han, I'm not busy" cut Arga.

"I was at the police station, just now I had a little girl, she was about 6 or 7 years old, her hair was long, her hair was white, her body was tall for that age, she was full, wear SD uniforms", Arga said.

Arga deliberately mentions the characteristics of Tiara. He wanted to know Hania's reaction. The still connected Hania listened carefully. He felt that the characteristic features Arga mentioned were the same as those of Tiara.

"Mass? Where did the boy find him?", Hania looked confident that the child with Arga was Tiara.

"On the Canary Road near the T-junction who wants to go to the Hotel Roses" Arga said, recalling where he found Tiara.

"That's an alternative road near Tiara school" Hania murmured.

The road where Arga found Tiara was not a big road. The road is rarely passed by public transportation and tends to be quiet if it is late afternoon. Arga includes frequent crossing of the road if returning from the gallery because it does not need to berjubel with other vehicles and can save time.

"Mass? Mas please see what is not the green birthmark on the left shoulder of the child. Plis", pinta Hania, she must make sure the girl is Tiara or not.

Arga turned to look at Tiara who was still asleep. He thought it was okay if he peeked at the little girl's shoulder? Looks like the woman across her phone is sure that the girl she is with is her daughter. That beautiful woman must have wanted to convince herself.

Arga looked at Tiara's shoulder. Fortunately, Adi chose a pink sleeveless knee-length dres when Arga asked him to find a Tiara change of clothes that were exposed to blood. It made it easier to check Tiara's shoulder. Slowly prepare a little shirt on his left shoulder. The green birthmark was immediately visible there even though the color and shape were faint.

"Han?", call Arga.

"Yes Mas? How?", Hania waited anxiously.

"Hm... This child has a green birthmark on his left shoulder, a faint round shape" Arga explained.

Hearing Arga say the girl had the sign she mentioned, Hania cried again.

"Whose name is Mas?", asked Hania in a trembling voice.

"Tiara", answered Arga.

Again Arga's reply made Hania cry. He hopes that Tiara, who is with Arga, is his daughter Tiara.

"Han? Is she your daughter? I photographed ya", asked Arga still pretending not to know.

Arga disconnected his phone without waiting for Hania's answer. Her guilt prompted her to immediately calm the woman who had filled her heart.

Czechoslovakia! Czechoslovak. Arga took a photo of Tiara several times. Without editing, he immediately sent the photos to Hania. The handsome man wished for Hania to become calmer by looking at the photos of Tiara. Tick two. Message sent. Check two blue. Read messages.

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