YOUNG DETECTIVE
86. Ped*filen

They look very creepy, better go in, the mind again.

"Pa, am I in?"

"Why hurry, here they want to know you!" intercepted father. 

"My PR was a lot, I haven't had time to do it this afternoon."

Then it appears that the father is back talking to the person named Oliver. Then they finally let Jimmy go into the room.

What the hell is it? Why hasn't Papa been caught dealing with those bandit-looking people? Why did I suddenly feel bad. Does it have anything to do with me later? Looks like I should stay away from those people. I don't want to deal with them.

Then he immediately looked for his mother. Her mother was crying in the room. Jimmy sat next to his mother.

"Ma, why cry? Fighting with Papa again?"

His mother held onto Jimmy's shoulder and looked at him wistfully. "You're a big boy, right? You can choose what is good for you."

"What the hell is that talking about?" his forehead was wrinkled, not yet understanding what his mother meant.

"Now you learn well. All decisions, Mama leave it to you. You want to follow your Papa, or not. You are an adult!"

"meaning?"

"Later Papa you will explain. Now go to your room, don't forget to do PR and study."

Jimmy came out of the room with a face full of big question marks. What would his father do to him? Who are these people who wear mafia-like clothes on television?

***

While Deval who was left by Via felt his own confusion over what happened today. Actually he still feels prestige, saying what he really feels seeing Via has sophisticated objects that he does not have.

He felt inferior over all that Via could, whereas he could not. Already tried as much as possible to establish himself as a person who can accompany him, but he felt too far to be at the lowest level.

The overwhelming shame he received when Via gave up the results of his investigation in the same place, but the results obtained were actually very much different. 

Finally, after Via left him alone, in the dim twilight between the dark hut and the minimal light of the place, Deval chose to go home. Cancel his plan to immediately solve the problem of Mak Iroh in the village.

With a chaotic feeling, raking the blue into one, Deval was stunned sitting in the corner of his room. He looked at the rest of his room, then focused on a photo of a little girl in two braids, wearing an elementary school uniform, who looked very pretty with her smile. 

"Via, can this fate bring you to me?" Aah, why can't I say that to her? Why is it so awkward to turn my Lo call, into me you?

Then he got up and took his foot to a place where he could see the little girl's picture closer. Whoever can get you, he must be the lucky one. No exception if that person is me. I'm far from perfect enough to chase you. Forgive me for my attitude that I cannot control.

Huuff...why does the higher desire of him not decrease? And I know I can't exceed anything you have. I'm just like a pigeon who misses the moon. Even when the opportunity you give me cannot be used.

Deval was struck by the level of a god, until the romantic side that had been hidden out and back could only be said in a photo. A photo he had three years ago. 

***

Via retrieving the phone, looking for Deval's contact. I don't know why he suddenly felt something bad was going to happen.

***

Return to Jimmy's house, where Buana Putra is preparing alcoholic beverages for her white guests. While Oliver is busy fiddling with mobile phones. Pay attention to the photo of the nimble girl who really attracts his attention. Suddenly Buana Putra was already beside him, interested in Oliver's behavior which was focused on the flat object in the hand of the bule.

"What's up Bro?" tanya Buana Putra peeked at the activity and appeared on the flat screen flat object was plastered a photo of a girl he hated so much.

"Why do you have a picture of him?" buana Putra asked Oliver.

Oliver is surprised to get the question, and feels the way to get more information about the girl he is curious about is getting bigger.

"Do you know this young woman?"

Buana Putra laughed very fiercely, with a face full of hatred. Still vividly remembered in his brain about the work done by this child. The words spoken by this child always hurt his heart.

"You've heard no, I have a little enemy, destroyed our company last year, he's the rancid kid who did everything to our company."

Oliver was very surprised by the information given by Buana Putra just now. Back at the sight of the sweet little girl was playing with a bicycle that could disappear. In his mind danced to immediately capture the child while making it his own.

"Well, it turns out it's also true that people say that the world is very narrow Mr. Buana Putra's. Turns out you know him. If I may know, what is the name of this little girl?"

Buana Putra glanced at Oliver. Why would Oliver be like the middle of a scandal to the girl he curses every day?

"Oliver, don't let it if you say.." Buana Putra put two fingers in both hands.

Oliver only wears a slanted smile, not arguing over what Buana Putra is accusing him of.

"He was too young, even smaller than my son Jimmy," explained Buana Putra as if he could not believe what he was facing. Find someone who has a very terrible disorder. Ped***film.

"You know her name? Tell me, who is he?!" Oliver asked with a terrible grin. Like really going to devour that little girl who once slumped him. But if handed over to Oliver, the girl would definitely not be able to escape from his pursuit. Bruno once told me that his right hand would never stop chasing something he wanted before he got it.

Suddenly a feeling of pity arises if the girl is really captured by Oliver. He is younger than Jimmy. His fatherly soul appeared trying to avoid the conversation.

"Let's make a toast!" Buana Putra handed Oliver a glass containing champagne. Gave the other gangster members to grab the drink themselves. Then they all raised their glasses and toasted.

Oliver realizes that Buana Putra is trying to distract him, but in silence he plans something.

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