I Love U Honey's
Re-design

“Where are you now Angela?” irwan asked, his voice still not swallowing and kept shouting.

“No! You can't go home for a while, you should be out there first!” irwan said, before Angela answered his question, he suddenly remembered the plan he had arranged with his previous partner.

“What? Papa said what?” it was as if Angela did not believe her father's words.

“Yes! You stay in a hotel or in our other villa, take the one outside Jakarta, just so

Click!

“Unexpectedly, same daughter herself she can bear,” Denis snatch the phone and turn off the chat.

Actually, it was Denis who told Angela to contact Irwan through her own phone. While standing beside Angela, she heard their chatter. Angela doesn't want to talk to her parents, but due to threats and torture from Denis, she contacts her father. There was something that surprised him, namely his own indifference.

“Hey! You crying?”

Angela lowered her face.

Greb!

Denis pulled Angel's hair against the roof of the room, “Waw, turns out you're really crying huh. Wh why? Are you hurt by Irwan's words? Or, because he's not worried about you? Pft, of course you feel that way. Son and father alike, equally depraved!” the release of Angela's hair violently, to make Angela thrown a little backward. Angela's not tied up, it's a leg or a hand. Left free in a very narrow and small room. But certainly, there is no gap and the chance for him to escape.

“Actually what do you want?! If you want to kill me, just do it!!”

Plaque!

Denis slapped Angela in the face.

“Ck, how many times have I told you, don't shout, stupid!!” denis snapped, shouting louder than Angela's voice.

“You, still to be utilized first. Besides, you must take responsibility for your own personal mistakes!”

Denis pulled Angel's chin, “How dare you try to kill a woman I like, so, you should accept punishment from me too,” he said smiling sarcastically.

Then he threw Angel's face again.

Denis squeezed his hair, still standing with one hand on his waist staring at Angel. Her appearance was messy, far from being a beautiful and sexy woman.

***

Tomorrow.

Abraham and Adley came to the place of Ilham, Anwar and other citizens. Of course there are some cops coming along with the two of them.

All the citizens swarmed them, wanting to witness the re-enactment of the theft.

“Please give way and place yes,” Adley said to the growing population.

Initially curious about the incident, but after seeing Adley and Abraham, the citizens instead fascinated them both. With the camera phone in hand, they took pictures and videos of the doble A that caught that attention.

How not to be fascinated, the bodies of Adley and Abraham are more perfect than others, let alone a uniform that fits the shape of his body.

Rika, the daughter of Anwar alone until coming to Abraham, “Hallo Pak handsome, my name is Rika-Rika

“Hey step aside! Don't you see our work!” Abraham even shifted Rika aside so as not to block her path. The citizens who saw instantly laughed loudly mocking Rika. Adley had to hold back the laughter.

“Do not be rude Mr. Commissioner, your wife used to behave like this.” Adley said slowly. Abraham looked at her in annoyance. I remember the first time I met Bellova.

“But he's not as weird as he is!”

“But-

“Already! We're busy, is everything ready? Where's Mr Ilham?”

Abraham called Anwar and Ilham, as well as preparing other equipment that was there at the time of the incident. Many people watched. Anwar objected to being involved, but he was powerless, not only to Abraham, but other communities, including Herman, also coded him to obey.

A re-design began.

Inspiration started from the beginning, from Anwar contacting him at night to ask for help opening a charity box.

Even to the point where Anwar began recording and telling Ilham to look left and right.

Inspiration just silently lowered his face. He was sure no one would believe him.

“Continue!! Don't stop if everything isn't done!” abraham shouted not to hear Anwar's reasoning.

The rework continued until the end.

Some time later, after the rework is completed. Many people believe and do not believe.

“Pak Herman!”

“I.. Yes Sir,” Herman came to Abraham.

“So, where were you when it happened?”

“I... I,” Herman nervously. He glanced at Anwar.

“Don't look there! I'm asking you, if there's a lie you're gonna put in jail for cooperating.”

“No Sir, no! I don't know anything,” Herman raised his hand and wiggled left and right a sign that he wasn't involved with Anwar.

“So why do you believe Anwar that Ilham did it?”

“That's because he gave me proof of his video recording,” his face lowered.

“Didn't it be some time before the re-recreation, you said that you were with Anwar during the video recording?”

Herman swallowed his saliva, like a man caught red-handed. His face and back were wet with sweat.

“I'm sorry Sir, I really don't know anything. It was because Anwar convinced me and told me to testify that Mr. Insham was the thief.”

“Pak Herman what do you say?” Anwar did not accept it.

“Shut!” point Abraham at Anwar who was not far from them. Abraham began to recount and issue witnesses and evidence of Anwar's crimes. The most powerful evidence is from Ilham's cell phone, which contained messages between Anwar and Ilham. Anwar threatened to be expelled from the village if he did not come that night to open the charity box.

“Adley! Take Anwar, and Herman to the office now!”

“Good Sir!”

“No, no, no! What are you guys doing? It should be Ilham who was arrested, not me! You guys are wrong!” Anwar continues to rebel not accept as a suspect. Just like Anwar, Herman also yelled for release and apologized many times.

The citizens all whispered unexpectedly until they shook their heads.

“Yeah, it turns out your father is a fraud and thief yes Rika,” said one of the residents in Rika.

“To be honest, every day they often shop and eat out, so they like to take donations.”

“No shame once yes.”

Shamed, Rika and her mother ran into her house. Anwar saw his wife and son leave.

Inspiration is released, back to his family. The citizens who initially hated and blamed Ilham, began to realize and apologize.

“Akh, finally done too. Let's go,” said Abraham entered his car first.

Adley went to Ilham who was still busy shaking hands with the citizens because they felt guilty.

“Excuse me Mr. Ilham,”

“Iya Sir?”

“This is from Mr. Abraham, please use it well, then we excuse you first,” Adley give the brown envelope to Ilham. Thick enough.

“But Sir-

“Take it, Mr. Abraham does not like rejection, just think of it as a windfall for you.” Adley continued to walk towards the car where Abraham was waiting.

“Thank you Mr. Abraham, thank you!”