Khadija
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The Part 55

Bluest.

Before being brought in through the door that read PRISON ROOM, Blue had seen Gentar was talking with one of the police who had participated in arresting him. He only heard faintly the officer said to Dumbar for a while Blue could not be found before the investigation process began, except by his legal counsel. Before the officer could finish speaking, the door he passed closed again.

He walked with the police from the front and behind him. Passing through many separate rooms are clearly listed functions on the crossbar above the door. In addition to the attendant room, and the holding room, there were many more enclosed rooms. The attendant in front of him was still walking, passing through the passageway then entering through the iron trellis door whose color had begun to fade. From there he saw many rooms attached to iron trellis doors. Each room has a whiteboard that reads the description of the occupants of the room. Blue was carried past the cells containing the prisoners, their intimidating gazes following until they arrived at one of the cells bearing the TEMPORARY PRISON ROOM.

The uniformless rogue man walking behind him took the key out of his pocket, then opened the handcuffs from Blue's hands before inserting himself into the cell. He breathed a sigh of relief because he was placed in an uninhabited cell, at least he was still given space to himself. Actually on his way through the hallway earlier, he was a little worried about being placed with the occupants of the old cell. You now is... Scenes on films that show the bossy attitude of old prisoners towards new prisoners are a fact.

In a room measuring 2.5 m x 1.6 m only contains a mat fitting one body and there is a small room without doors that turns toilet. He sat back against the iron trellis, leaning back that felt numb. The clock is showing the early hours, usually at this hour, he is enjoying a long night with his wife, but tonight there is no Kha, there are no narrow but warm rooms. There was only a wall without windows, hot, stuffy, and terrible.

Yesterday he was still running his profession as a photographer at a wedding. The event with a simple all-white themed decor, which he felt matched his wife's personality. Kha must have loved such decorations.

Blue reviews smile. He imagined Kha would be busy putting up her own decorations for their reception. The corners of the lips did not last long. Thinking about the reception event that he still postponed its implementation until Mama Dusk recovered actually made his heart sliced. Because in reality, he is currently stranded in a room that has vibes full of threats. His happiness felt mortgaged.

Like this turned out to be the appearance of a holding cell, just how many seconds entered it was very torturous. How do those who live life in this narrow space for many years. Can I get through all this?

“Sodara Albiru!” call an officer while opening his cell padlock, “Law power you want to beretmu.”

Legal power?

His hands were back in handcuffs, then led through the hallway he had been through. The prisoners who had welcomed his arrival with a look of intimidation had now fallen asleep lined up. Seeing him, he felt that he would soon experience something similar.

Entering the room with the words Prisoner's room, he could see two athletic men wearing neat suits, and the other wearing only a hard shirt with a lot of files in his hand.

“Pak Albiru adityawarman, introduce me Sarman lubis,” Blue welcome his helping hand, “per tonight, I have been appointed by Pak Awan to be your legal advisor.”

Blue nodded. “Good, Sir. Thank you.”

“Is this something planned, sir?”

“Seeing the fact that Ibu Jihan sent a message so that you avoid the area of the house Bu Dusk, most likely yes.”

“therefore, my arrival here to harmonize witness statements so that when tomorrow Mr. Blue undergoes investigation has a strong basis.”

Blue rests on restless hair. “My case. About, how long is my confinement, sir?” although heavy, blue ventured to ask questions that he still could not imagine.

“The action that Mr. Blue did is a criminal act that can be criminalized. But, the action can also be called a goodweer or self-defense, stated in article 49 paragraph (1) KUHP.”

Blue nodding listlessly. “I am ready to serve the penalty to bear my mistake.”

“You don't need to worry. Me and your family also have pocketed some evidence as well as witnesses who can ease the punishment.”

He was silent for a while, “People I killed his name Hendar, Mr. Sarman can help me find information if there is a family left behind. Please help me, Mr.”

“Good, Sir. As soon as I got the information, I immediately notified Mr. Biru.”

Blue drags the legs back into the holding cell. All of Mr. Sarman's sentences did not give the slightest breath of fresh air. However he remains guilty, even if he did not intentionally do so, he still has claimed the life of someone, and he must be held responsible by receiving the appropriate punishment.

His body was exhausted after almost a night of fighting to save his family from captivity. It means that for a full day he has not rested the body. But his eyes were precisely gutsy to stick to the cell wall filled with scribbles and paint that peeled here and there.

Within minutes, his life changed. The new happiness he can be with his wife must he abort. I don't know what's going to happen in the future.

I'm sorry, Kha....