
“No, Ay! Not again! We can ask him to testify, right?” kilah Daffin pointed at the girl.
The girl who was now dressed was again frightened and reluctant to look at Daffin and Aya. He kept his head down and panicked as if someone was about to come to catch him.
"He won't be able to testify, Fin" said Aya lethargic.
"Why?"
"There is evidence that they hold and can directly bring them to the police station at this time also” he said again.
“Proof what?” yelled Daffin in disbelief.
Aya said what the caller had said earlier. The liquid that Aya found and saw in the girl's body, was Daffin's liquid. Of course Aya could not prove that just by looking at it. But the caller said that the liquid belonged to Daffin, and they were the ones who deliberately put it on the girl's body.
Telling such a thing to her own boyfriend made Aya's mind and heart crumble. There was no shame but his feelings were shattered. While Daffin did not believe just what Aya told him. How could the liquid come out while he was unconscious due to the influence of sleeping pills.
“Ay, it's impossible!” shout Daffin.
“I don't know, Fin! They clearly said that! And again they say have a video of you and the girl” said Aya softly, her tears began to fall.
Daffin was getting upset. It is impossible to do this, especially in an unconscious condition. This is clearly a trap and a lie. This foolish threat was thrown at Aya because she knew nothing. While Daffin will have difficulty proving himself innocent because of his position and circumstances are not favorable. Moreover, the girl who was with him could not be spoken to at all.
But one thing that still bothered Daffin's mind was who could do this to him. They look like professionals and have everything ready. In fact they took Daffin's phone and tricked Aya with it.
There was only one name he could think of and was able to do this all. But Daffin doesn't have any evidence. Daffin simply told Aya to go home while Daffin would take the girl to his house.
***
Not without reason did Daffin bring the girl home. He wanted to make the girl confess and tell her everything he knew.
At first, Aya was against the idea. Allowing Daffin to bring a foreign woman into his home is a big risk to their relationship. Plus the girl was injured all over her body, and was accused of indecent acts with Daffin. But Daffin assures Aya that he will not do the things that worry Aya. He also continued to say he would look for ways to resolve the issue.
Inevitably Aya also had to agree to Daffin's decision. But he told his girlfriend to always be careful and remain vigilant. Aya also said it would help her to find the mastermind behind all this.
When he arrived at Daffin's house, Aya who accompanied the girl also said something to the girl.
“Who is your name?” ask Aya slowly.
“Pristy” replied the girl timidly.
“Okay, Pristy. He and I will not pressure you to speak truthfully. I also know how you feel right now. But if you want to teach people who do this to us, you have to be honest, yes!” said Aya.
The girl named Pristy nodded slowly. There was still fear and panic present in the attitude shown by the girl. Aya and Daffin agreed to ask her gently and slowly. They do not want to rush to make Pristy more traumatized.
After taking Pristy to sleep in the room provided by Daffin, Aya went out to meet Daffin who was standing on the terrace. And when Daffin saw it and wanted to pull it closer, Aya just a little distance to make Daffin awkward.
“You're still mad at me? You still suspect?” ask Daffin.
“I don't know, Fin. I'm being thought. We are young, still in school, but what we face is not like a problem of teenage children” said Aya.
“Do you already know who's doing all this?” tanya Aya switched the conversation. He is also still awkward to discuss the issue of his relationship with Daffin.
“I'm not sure, but it seems only Laura can admit this is all” replied Daffin.
“Laura?”
Daffin nodded. The girl came from a rich and influential family. Seeing the house and the number of guards and his men alone can make the suspicion increase.
But Daffin hasn't been able to do anything before there's evidence. While Aya also thought about her school problems. They are in 12th grade, but the problems that occur do not stop.
“Fin, I'll go home first. Tomorrow try to get into school. Don't skip!” said Aya.
Daffin nodded as he grabbed Aya's hand. The girl turned her head and looked at her hand that Daffin was holding.
“Ay.”
“We'll discuss next time yes, Fin!” aya said with a forced smile.
Daffin returns to the house with Pristy just coming out of the bathroom. She timidly asked Daffin if he had any clothes he could wear.
“I fetchin. Wait a minute” replied Daffin.
Pristy waited for Daffin who was taking clothes from his room. He looked around and found a photograph of Daffin with his family. Suddenly Pristy became panicked and anxious when she saw a picture of Arka beside Daffin.
When Pristy was overcoming her panic, Daffin came out of the room with a clothes stel. But as soon as Pristy panicked, Daffin immediately approached her.
“What's up, Pris?”
Frantically and fearfully Pristy pointed at the family photo in front of them.
“What's with this photo?” ask Daffin.
“Who is he?” ask Pristy.
Daffin looked towards the person Pristy asked. And when he finds out that the girl's designated person is Arka, Daffin begins to suspect. Moreover, his attitude that had suddenly turned into panic.
“What's with him? Do you know?” ask Daffin slowly.
Pristy nodded. His eyes began to water. While Daffij is starting to think something, trying to confirm it with Pristy.
“What did he do?”
Pristy was crying so hard. But his head immediately gave an answer to the question Daffin gave. And the essence of their problems finally revealed at that time. Turns out Arka did that to Pristy. Daffin who did not think at all about the possibility was also surprised by Pristy's answer. This past few times he had never seen much less come into contact with Arka.
Unsolicited and without being forced, Pristy's role ultimately helped Daffin solve his problems. That same night he gave his statement to Daffin.