The Treaty of Invisibility
THERE'S NO SMOKE THERE CAN'T BE NO FIRE

“Awas y'all! Especially that little boy! Someone will take your life forcibly!” yelled Mr. Bekel as he passed the desk of the receiving officer report was being led to the detention room by three officers.

Hasan, Dewi and Arin spontaneously looked at each other to hear the threat from Mr. Bekel. In their minds, they were asking each other the same question.

"Why is Mr Bekel so vengeful about Dede?"

Dewi, Arin and Hasan can only gawk while staring at the passing of Bekel sir who was brought by officers entering

other room.

The officer in front of him who was asking for information from Hasan, Dewi and Arin seemed to smile, for him is something that he had been used to hearing when the perpetrators of crime were caught and met with his victims. But the officer did not know the true purpose behind the threat sentence from Mr. Bekel, which was in his mind was only an assumption because his crime could be failed by his victims.

About 15 minutes later the report was completed then Hasan, Dewi, Arin and Dede also say goodbye to continue their journey to the village of Sukadami to deliver Dewi, Arin and Dede home.

Terios silver car out of the courtyard of the sector police station or police station then drove on the main road to Sukadami village. Hasan, Dewi and Arin seem to have been able to breathe a sigh of relief after going through the complicated affairs made by the perpetrators of the crime, but they are still inexhaustible with the attempted robbery carried out by Mr. Bekel. Various thoughts of conjecture also milling in their heads accompany throughout the journey.

“Is Mr Bekel vengeful with Dede because of the incident at home huh?” asked Hasan.

“Can be mas, in addition to being humiliated in front of the village head directly he will also be fired at that time,” timpal Dewi.

“But mbak, which is still a strange thing in my mind with the words of Mr Bekel while at the police station earlier. He said ‘Especially that little boy! Surely someone will take your life forcibly’ what does it mean mbak?” ask Arin to interrupt.

“You're right Rin, well this doesn't seem to be just an ordinary threat. You already have to do with life,” said Dewi.

“Or don't-don't this have anything to do with his daughter mang Yono?!” sergeant Hasan.

“Hmm, but what does that have to do with Mr Bekel?” asked the Goddess to frown her forehead.

“Iya also yes,” murmured Hasan massaged his forehead, he felt his head dizzy thinking about it.

The three were quietly busy with conjectures that raged in their respective minds. Until finally there are no more voices of Dewi or Arin who discuss the discussion about the threat of Mr. Bekel. Some time ago Hasan just realized there is no more sound –voice from Dewi or Arin.

“Hmm, they are already sound apparently,” Hasan said in his heart. Hasan was focused on looking at the straight path in front of him.

**

At the police station, about 30 minutes later, Dewi and Arin left the office

police arrived two men and a woman in their 40s. It seems that the two people are husband and wife, the appearance of his son looks perlente sub-district level. Wearing sunglasses, gold-colored watches are either just the color or are genuine gold but the appearance is clear

he shows himself as a rich man.

While the appearance of his wife is also no less striking. The body is crazy with black stelan dress, combined with high hail heels. His two hands were filled with bracelets up to half an arm, his fingers were filled with the sparkle of gold-colored rings just as the gold shop was walking. His right hand was half-raised due to the seemingly expensive bag, his left hand swaying tacky as he walked.

“Happy father, mother. Can we help you?” greet the officer who previously received the report of Hasan, Dewi and Arin.

“Ya good afternoon, can I meet Parto?” suhut women with haughty.

“Sorry in advance, what do you need with our leader?!” asked the previously friendly officer immediately looked furious.

“Say there's Syriac! Syriac Mother!” reply the woman was sniffled.

“Please sit down first Syriac mother and father..?” the officer said he was upset.

“Sumar! Mr Sumar! quickly call Parto!” replied the man.

A few moments later the guard reappeared along with another policeman who was none other than the leader.

“Mbak Yani.. mas Sumar, how are you? Come, let's go into my room just so it's better to chat, yuk..” say hello to the leader.

“How the hell To your men, when he did not know with us yes sir?” said Suryani's mother turned to Mr. Sumar.

“Iya also make more sprains!” tukas mr. Sumar.

“Already, already understood he was just doing his job. He is not yet familiar with the richest man from Bojong Sirih, heheheheh.” said the leader. Then walk to his room followed by Suryani and Sumar sir.

When walking towards the Kapolsek room suddenly heard a scream from the left side calling the name of husband and wife

those.

“Pak Sumar! Mother Yani! Yo..! eject me!” a voice shouted from inside the not-so-large detention room.

Kontan only Sumar sir and Bu Yani turned towards the source of the voice immediately stopped his steps. Mr. Kapolsek also stopped his steps and turned to a prisoner who stood holding an iron bar.

“Mas Sumar and Mbak Yani are familiar?!” ask Kapolsek.

“Instead we are here because he To,” sahut bu Yani ketus.

“Oh so this Bekel sir the man mbak Yani?!” ask the surprised police officer.

“Yes yes To, this is a bother!” sudang bu Yani glared at Mr. Bekel.

In such a stare Mr. Bekel is just a whimper. His face is no longer grim, Mr. Bekel looks sumringah with the arrival of Mr. Sumar and Bu Yani.

“Have To get him out now, I still have other business!” said Mr. Sumar.

“Waduh, if issued now I am worried that someone saw it mas. Gee can

ruined my career,” sergeant Kapolsek.

“Hallah! Career, career..have been fast bu,” said Mr. Sumar gave a code to his wife.

Bu Yani immediately opened the bag with a heart and put his hand in the bag. A pair of police officers eyes seemed to twinkle glancing at the hand of Bu Yani who was reaching for something in his handbag. Then shortly afterwards, Bu Yani's hand came out of the bag with a fistful of hundreds of thousands of dollars.

“This take To,” said bu Yani held out a wad of money.

“A, what is this mbak?” asked Kapolsek pura did not understand.

“It's been quick to get him and his three friends out!” tukas mr. Sumar.

Like a buffalo plucked in his nose, the young Kapolsek obeyed the orders of Mr. Sumar. He then reached into his pants pocket to take the key that had been prepared before when his subordinates announced the arrival of Mr. Sumar and Bu Yani.

“But later exit do not pass the front door yes mbak, mas. Through the back door, the car is parked in

back,” pinta Kapolsek.

“Ya already,” said Mr. Sumar then immediately out leaving them to park his car to the back.*

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