USTADZ
61. Caught

Syahla continued to run as hard as she could without knowing where her legs were taking her away. Suddenly he was already on the road, and recklessly the girl then stood in the middle of the road while stretching her arms.

Obviously, his actions made traffic immediately jammed. Many cars honked loudly, shouting to tell her to leave, but the girl remained unmoved.

"Help me!" His shouting. "I just got kidnapped! Please take me to see my husband!"

On the other hand, the police car that rushed to the abduction site seemed confused because the road was suddenly jammed. Ustadz Amar fidgeted as he looked at his watch many times. He is pursued by time. If it's too late, his wife might be wretched.

"I'm going to get off here" Without asking the police for approval, Ustadz Amar opened the car door.

"Wait on! The danger!"the police tried to prevent it, but Ustadz Amar ran too fast. Ustadz Amar intends to come to the location given Kak Hasan by running as fast as possible. In any case, he had to save Shahla.

Ustadz Amar was surprised to see who caused the traffic jam. Syahla was still standing in the middle of the road stretching out her arms. Some riders tried to persuade him to step aside, but he remained unmoved. Until a truck driver raises his hand, it looks like he wants to do violence. Quickly, Ustadz Amar immediately ran up to them to prevent that from happening.

"Wait on! Don't touch him!" Ustadz Amar hugged Shahla. "He's my wife!" he shouted at the people gathered there.

"Either, if you have a crazy wife, don't let her out!" say a mother with a sniff.

"Just go to a mental hospital!" knock the other one out.

"I'm not crazy! I need help! I was kidnapped!" Shahla tried to defend herself, but Ustadz Amar calmed down by hugging her tightly.

"Already, already, let's go to the side of the road first huh. Let them through."

Shahla nodded her head weakly and leaned her head against Ustadz Amar who was carrying her.

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"Kok you can get here? How's story?" Ustadz Amar stroked his wife's head as they both sat by the side of the road. The police immediately approached them.

"I escaped. They all went to an empty warehouse that was made for the transaction. Only one person was left to torture me. But I was able to escape after stabbing her," Syahla replied while shivering in fear. Although his actions were intended for self-defense, his hands still trembled because they had never been made to hurt anyone before. Ustadz Amar immediately hugged his wife tightly so that she returned to calm.

"Alhamdulillah, you are safe. I'm sorry, you must be so scared."

Shahla nodded her head. "I'm so scared. I thought I was going to die. But, how did you know that I was kidnapped?"

Ustadz Amar took a deep breath. "Satpam on campus heard your screams, and he immediately moved quickly to help. Unfortunately it's too late because you've already taken them. Fortunately, he had photographed the last motor plate. Then, after I came, he immediately said that you were kidnapped."

Shahla nodded in understanding. He was grateful to have greeted the security guard, because no one knew that the security guard was his savior before it was too late.

"Keep, now what do you want sir? Your wife has met, do you want to go back now and leave everything to us?" ask a police officer to Ustadz Amar.

"No," Ustadz Amar shook his head firmly. "I have to stay there. Samurai gangs have to be captured, right? I will help you to lure Hasan and his accomplice. They must think that I really came to ransom, and when the time was right, you could surround and arrest them."

Shahla held her husband's hand. "Don't Mas, dangerous. They are numerous, and they carry sharp weapons. What if I get hurt?"

"Relax baby" Ustadz Amar smiled. "I'm not alone. There are police whose numbers and weapons are also not much less. I must have survived. Now, you better take a break and win yourself first."

Syahla took a long breath. She saw the policemen who seemed to be trustworthy, so she nodded her head and allowed her husband to do the plan.

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After making sure Shahla was safe with a police officer, Ustadz Amar and the police immediately headed to the location they were headed. Arriving in front of an empty warehouse, Ustadz Amar stepped in alone while carrying a suitcase. Police surrounded the entire warehouse with pistols in hand.

Saying bismillah, Ustadz Amar opened the door of the warehouse made of zinc. Because it was rusted, Ustadz Amar opened it with difficulty, causing a noise that was quite noisy. After the door was fully opened, Ustadz Amar closed his eyes for a moment as the dust inside the warehouse was billowing out.

"Where's my wife?" tanya Ustadz Amar. "Didn't you promise not to hurt her?"

"Well, he's fine, '" Hasan smiled. "At least not to death, right?"

"Don't you ever dare touch my wife!"

"Okay, okay, relax dong." Hasan put his left hand into his pants pocket, while his right hand held a celurit. "The money first, Lo's wife I love you."

"My wife first," Ustadz Amar stared at the celurit that was right in front of his eyes without fear. "The deal is so."

"Damn, Lo can't be spoken to apparently." Hasan then shook his head as a code for his men. Three men came immediately, two men holding Ustadz Amar and one man grabbing a suitcase. Ustadz Amar tried to rebel, but the strength of the two men was clearly greater than his.

Hasan smiled triumphantly as the suitcase was in his hands. Quickly, he opened the suitcase and looked at the contents. His eyebrows immediately tangled to see the suitcase was filled by sheets of newspaper.

"ASSHOOK!" sayat Kak Hasan while kicking Ustadz Amar's stomach strong. Because both hands were held, Ustadz Amar did not have time to defend himself. "LO WANT MY NIPU? WHICH MONEY, ANJ*NG!"

Hasan continued to beat Ustadz Amar blindly. Ustadz Amar's blood splattered everywhere. He was unable to resist because the two people holding his hand did not let go at all.

"DORNE! GODDAMNIT! DAMN IT!" The breath of Hasan is hunting. "So how to play Lo that way? Okay fine! I can too! Ri! Akmal's phone!"

"Now, Boss?" ask someone in the back.

"FRONT MAP! YEAH NOW, BEGO!"

Quickly, one of Kak Hasan's men immediately contacted Akmal in question. Then with trembling hands, the young man placed the phone on Hasan so that the man could hear the voice of the person on the phone.

"Buck!" kak Hasan said after the phone was connected. "Stop that chick!"

"Wire Boss," Akmal's voice across the phone sounded weak. "The girl ran away, and I'm now dying from being stabbed with a knife."

Kak Hasan's eyes were wide. "WICKHEAD! YOU JUST I TOLD YOU TO KEEP ONE GIRL NO FUCK! LOOK OUT, AFTER THIS, LO'S LIFE RUNS OUT IN MY HANDS!" Hasan then grabbed the phone and slammed it on the floor until the screen was smashed into pieces. Emotionally, the man approached Ustadz Amar.

"You know what, God damn it?" Hasan forced Ustadz Amar to look at her by pulling her hair. How surprised he was because Ustadz Amar was seen smiling mockingly.

"Surprise?" ustadz Amar said casually. Kak Hasan's anger is clearly mounting. He then held his celurit.

"HOLD HIM! DON'T LET GO! TODAY, THERE WILL BE A SEVERED HEAD!"

Hasan raised his celurit high, while Ustadz Amar closed his eyes. However, not yet had the opportunity to go down, a gunshot was heard. Hasan fell to the floor with his feet and hands shot.

"HANDS UP!" shouted a policeman. "YOU ARE SURROUNDED!"

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