Young Miss Assistant
Theories

Half an hour passed and Jeny looked anxious, not a single police statement she confessed to. Until finally a fat woman came.

"So this is the thief!!" he said snapping, with thick makeup, and open clothes, pulling Jeny's hair.

"Sorry, who are you!?" the police hit his forehead.

"Okta, owner of Beauty boutique. I lost things a few times. So this is the thief!!" the woman who was no longer young slapped Jeny while pulling her long hair.

"Deliver!! It hurts!!" Jeny clutched the woman's hand.

"Yet!! Stop that!!" two police officers attacked him.

"Bitch!! Disgraceful woman!! How many dozen of my clothes have you stolen!?" Okta increased bringas to try to attack again.

"I'm not stealing!! For the first time I went to your store!!" Jeny raised the intonation of her voice.

"My employee heard that one of the customers said you were a poor widow who got pregnant out of wedlock. You!!" said Okta scornfully."450,000,000 in compensation, for the dozens of clothes you stole!! I will petrify your leniency!!" continued.

Okta quietly smiled at the smile on her lips. In his mind, it could take advantage easily of a woman who even seemed to have no protection.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a thief, I can still support my son!! And before this, I never visited your boutique!!" jeny replied firmly.

"Where is a thief willing to confess, let alone a bitch with her bastard child!!" Okta walked quickly back up to Jeny about to go back to berating and insulting the woman.

However, a young man pushed him, staring intensely hatefully, "This is my wife, and her son, whom you call an illegitimate child is my son." he said calmly.

The woman stood up, slapped Farel."I will sue you for the persecution, for encouraging me!! My niece's husband is the police chief!!" Okta threatened, smiling, feeling like she had won.

Farel chuckled, "Surely the police here don't break up. Well, because we're at the police station and this is a state of law. I'm just getting started,"

"Farelle..." Jeny shook her head, clutching her husband's fingers. Didn't want Farel to get in trouble because of him.

"It's okay, I'm your husband .." he said with a gentle smile.

"My wife is the owner of EO, she's there to find a dress. Related to his small company. Steal scarves!? That was a joke. You have CCTV!?" Farel clenched his forehead.

"Why's the one!?" the boutique owner nodded.

"Sir, may I request permission to hack his security system, to speed up the investigation process!?" Farel asked permission.

"May, but with our supervision, and the lady's permission. Because this includes breaking the law." one of the police said.

"How's madam, do you allow it!?" Farel clenched his forehead.

"Ti.. CCTV is not damaged," he said, already knowing the contents of CCTV footage about the behavior of his employees. Trying, for profit, is actually what the woman wants to do, despite knowing Jeny is innocent.

"It just so happens that my wife has to go to jail" Farel breathed a rude sigh, looking disappointed.

"Of course, she's a poor bitch who's good at stealing" Okta said.

"It must be expensive!?" Farel looks concerned."On display where is the scarf!?" tanyanya.

"Initially in a boutique front-facing display case." she replied.

Farel suddenly smiled staring with a cold face, "Jeny pengang phoneku record everything," he said.

"I want to ask permission, hack the highway CCTV." he continued to one of the police.

"Please." replied the policeman.

"Stupid!! Don't let him hack, otherwise I'm going to whip at your boss!!" Okta snapped in panic.

"Sir.." One of the policemen was about to stop.

"My wife is recording, you want to go viral on social media!? As a cop who is afraid of the superior, then conducts an unfair investigation!? The power of social media, more terrifying than the power of superiors," Farel said with a smile, starting to sit on a chair. Tinkering with the laptop in front of him.

Until, finally, everything is visible from a distance, "The color of the clothes of the person who took the scarf is yellow. My wife wears black. From the color of his clothes, similar to a passerby, it looks like your officer,"

"A..aku.." said the owner of the boutique.

"Good-name defamation, persecution, fraud, false accusations, obstructing investigations," Farel smiled grinning.

"Honey, you still need stock clothes for EOmu right!?" ask him to Jeny.

Jeny who was holding Farel's phone while recording, clenched her forehead did not understand.

"I don't want to!! The husband of my niece is the police chief!!" he said go hold back his shame.

"I'm sorry, it's taking time and accusing you." one of the police said.

Farel exhaled a rough breath, pulling Jeny into his arms, "It's okay..."

The young man walked past holding Jeny's hand, a few steps slightly glancing back, "Be careful with the CCTV in this room. Maybe someone will send your unjust deeds to social media" he said.

The three policemen in the room broke out in cold sweat staring at the CCTV, "He can hack it!?" asked one of the policemen, glancing at each other.

***

Jeny fiddled with her phonecell to order a taxi online, because her car was still parked in front of the boutique. However, Farel's hand stopped him.

"I brought a vehicle" he said, pointing to a bicycle.

"But" Jeny knitted her forehead.

"Come, up!!" Farel, already preparing the veranda on the bike. Jeny exhaled a rough breath began to smile, along with riding on the bike. Hugged Farel's waist in doubt.

"Why are you so shy!?" tanyanya, guiding Jeny's hand to tighten her embrace.

Bicycles began to wander, perhaps the strange sight of two adults shaking hands with bicycles, among the hustle and bustle of motor vehicles.

"Where did you get this from!?" Jeny chuckles remembering their teenage years.

"I borrowed from a neighbor, because the online taxi I ordered came too long. The road was stuck, due to an accident. If I could just use the door anywhere to get to the police station," Farel smiled knotfully, his black hair blowing in the wind, smiling as he pedaled his bike.

"I love your back." said Jeny, holding her arms, leaning her head against her husband's back. Time is like reoccurring, entering into their happy times without problems.

The urban shadow turned into a rural illusion. Ren matures, returning to being a teenage Ren, who pedals with great difficulty.

"I'm happy wherever I am, as long as I'm with you..." Jeny smiled happily, closed her eyes, feeling the wind pounding her face.

***

The day was getting late, today Jeny did not overtime prefer to spend time with her husband and son. One by one a warm meal was served.

"I'm being served by the lady again" Farel said with a smile.

"You take it yourself!!" Jeny who was about to take the side dish for Farel, undoes her intention to hold back her embarrassment.

Miss if shame is very sweet, a very good wife, Farel murmured inwardly, exhaling a rough breath full of smiles.

Until suddenly, the phone rang, Farel clenched his forehead, looked at Jeny and then smiled."After dinner I have to go for a while, pick up something at my friend's place." he said.

"Don't come home too late...!!" Jeny answered tightly, unable to hide her disappointment.

"Of course, I have to ask for a fee." said Farel approaching Jeny kissing his forehead.

"Infair!? You pervert!!" Jeny shifted her eyes.

Ren, from the past until now you have never changed. Loving me sincerely, even accepting Rafa who is not your flesh and blood... How can I not love you!? My Ren base muttered Jeny in her heart, smilingly looking at the young man she loved for a dozen years.

***

A few hours passed in a separate place, Tomy was already quite saturated hearing the cries of two women.

"Bother!! You can be quiet!!" he kicked the table in front of two women who were sitting opposite him.

I just got home from work, and I have to take care of some pretty powerful worm... Tomy scrunched his forehead. Look at the boutique owner and his employees.

"The husband of my nephew is the police chief!!" okta said threateningly.

"The angel of death is my subordinate!! What do you want!?" as Tomy snapped in annoyance, as long as he spoke.

The two women were silent, with trembling hands, even a pithy-smelling liquid came out from one of the women's trousers.

Bad people have to be clever and clever. Good people have to be careless, that's the theory. But when a good man has a devil husband... The fate of the wicked is to give off a disgusting pug smell... Tomy exhaled a coarse breath, realizing one of them was emitting a pessimistic smell with wet pants.

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