Whys?

Whys?
Full Confidence


"Lawyer Martin, are you really sure you're going to drag Mr Feto?" A police officer seemed hesitant, but who did not know Mr Feto? He was crowned as the king of business in the city they lived in, and he was also known to be very popular, also firm in dealing with the problem of corruption. Before serving as one of the most important famous figures, regarding the wealth of Old Feto is indeed fairly clean, so the possibility of corruption is really close to zero percent.


Martin smiled with a cold look, sure? Even he had never felt as confident as he was right now in acting. Mr. Feto does have extensive business connections, the person he hangs out with is certainly a person from the upper class as well. But, Martin really felt confident to solve this problem, then again proposed to hold a retrial for the tragedy that killed his mother, and then again, it also makes the perpetrator who has harassed his best friend's sister until his best friend's sister chooses to end his life.


"Do I look like I'm not sure?"


The policeman was speechless, not unsure of Martin's ability to show his fangs in recent times, only Mr. Feto was indeed a person of high power, he fears something will happen with Martin and the police are too late to find out and save him.


"Sir, I really appreciate your courage, but I feel it would be better if you weren't too outspoken. I'm worried about your safety, Attorney Martin."


Martin smiled, looked at the policeman and sighed. It turns out that he really looks so worried about his safety, so Martin can be a little relieved because there are also many police who work with heart and honesty. During the case of Velerie, Martin realized that there are still most people who have credibility and honesty, working with the heart, he said, and do not hesitate to help and with open arms welcome and listen to the complaints of ordinary people.


"Look, what happened a month ago is enough to teach that I have to be extra careful."


The policeman sighed, then nodded.


"You also don't want to report the incident for us to find the culprit?" Ask the police who already knew about the incident.


Martin clucked, then smiled imagining how crazy people were until they finally wanted to kill just to save themselves.


"The one who has the intention to kill, whether it's money or whatever, the point is that he's almost pushed my life to fall into the valley of Death, so why should I let him go? I came to process it too."


The policeman nodded in understanding, then immediately did whatever he needed to do to serve Martin.


After everything was done, Martin decided to briefly return to the office, his intention was to pick up Sofia and he would leave it to Helena who had arrived at the apartment, already home from work.


Once in the office, Martin was made so surprised to see some electronics store clerks pacing around carrying computer devices, laptops, photocopying machines and scans, furniture such as not for documents, etc, even the coffee maker.


"Wait, who ordered all this?"


"Martin! Martin!" Call a lawyer who is already Senior there, his age is around fifty years. He rushed towards Martin with a look on his face that looked so excited.


"What's up, sir? Why are there so many new things?"


"All your blessings, truly thanks to your hard work! The government highlights your hard work, once he finds out this is where your office works, he instantly delivers all of this stuff! You're our lucky star, Martin! In fact, now our law firm has started to flood jobs!"


All the lawyers who worked outside, they smiled as if thanking Martin for making a change, had brought a fortune to all those who were almost desperate. Their age was no longer young, so naturally they barely had any bright expectations anymore. Provided they can get a little to eat their family alone they already feel really happy.


Martin smiled, looking at all the sincere faces, looking at how his daughter looked comfortable in the most senior man's sling there, it feels like Martin really feels grateful at the end of the day that he is in the right place. The place that humanized him, a place that he could call family other than his real family, they could even easily laugh just by talking about a cup of coffee. It's different from the law firm that he worked for before, he's there he's just going to be looked down on, nobody's going to treat him well, no one wants to think of him as a lawyer.


"Spirit!"


he chuckles at how Martin shows his expression to raise his hands high, mimiknya again more funny so Sofia laughs to see him.


A few moments later.


Martin takes Sofia to come to Helena's apartment because until tonight the plan is Martin and his friends will do important work aka overtime so it is impossible to let Sofia continue to be there for fear later will be disturbed by their voices.


Arrived at Helena's apartment.


"Eh, Sofia's here yet?" Helena smiled in greeting Sofia.


"Good night, Mother? Can I stay here for a while?" Sofia asked, (unclear manner of speaking, lisp )


Helena frowned, then looked at Martin with her currency narrowed. Mammy? Wait a minute, why would Sofia suddenly call her Mom?


Martin of course knew what the look in her eyes meant to Helena, but she immediately threw away her gaze so as not to meet with Helena's eyes that looked like she was protesting against him.


"Mom, I want to be in Mom's arms!" Sofia said as she raised both hands, stretching asking Helena to hold her.


Helena could really only sigh, you smiled because there was no way for her to show such an unpleasant face to Sofia who knew nothing, right?


After taking Sofia, Helena now looked at Martin who was still trying to avoid eye contact with her.


"You're testing my patience, huh, Tian Martin?"


Martin forced his clumsy-looking smile while scratching his non-itchy nape.


"Exercise from now on will not matter, later on we are married Sofia must have been used to."


Helena took her breath.


"Who will marry you?"


"Duh duh! Why should I ask anyway? How could I ask Sofia to call you Mom if I'd marry another woman?"


Seriate.