Sincerity of Love JONATHAN
61. There's a Police Officer coming

"Good night, how can I help you, sir?" asked a hotel receptionist to Mr. Haji Samsul, when the man came to him.

"Can I see the CCTV footage on the men's restroom, ma'am? On the day that Jojon and Syifa got married" asked Haji Samsul.

"Jojon and Syifa?" The short-haired woman seemed to be frowning. Jojon's name sounds foreign to the ear.

"Yes." Yeah." Haji Samsul nodded. "Their wedding party was held here, yesterday. And incidentally ...my son became his invited guest," he explained.

"Certainly, what does CCTV footage have to do with it, huh, sir?" The woman looked still confused and did not understand the direction of the old man's conversation in front of her. "But sorry in advance, we from the hotel can not arbitrarily show CCTV footage to strangers. Because this is private domain, sir."

"The problem is, my son Fahmi has locked it in the toilet, Ma'am!" shouted Mr. Haji Samsul. Now he spoke using urate, it was because he felt annoyed and dissatisfied with the response of the hotel employee. "And what do you know, because my son is locked up .. he's been hospitalized! I want to see the tape out of curiosity about the culprit! Do not let the hotel be visited by the police, because it has hidden a crime case!" he shouted with a threat.

"But, sir, setau me .. no names Jojon and Syifa are having a wedding here. Maybe you're wrong."

"I can't be wrong. Obviously Jojon got married here yesterday," infuriated Pak Haji Samsul with both hands clenched.

The short-haired woman immediately stared at her computer monitor screen, finding out more clearly Jojon's name. "There's also Jonathan and Syifa, sir. Yesterday we had a party" he said, then looked back at Mr. Haji Samsul.

"Yes maybe it's the full name of Jojon," guess Mr. Haji Samsul who does not know Joe's real name. The name Jojon comes from Ustad Hamdan. "And Syifa was Ustad Hamdan's son. He was my candidate before finally canceling the match," he added.

"Oh so. Alright, Sir. But can I see your identity card?"

"KTP?"

"Yes." Yeah." The woman nodded.

Mr. Haji Samsul immediately reached into his pants pocket, then took his leather wallet to take the ID card tucked there. After that, he then gave the square object into the hands of the receptionist guards.

When you have seen and recorded the name and nik number to be included in the guest list on his computer—the woman immediately invited Pak Haji Samsul to the security guard post outside. The recording data at the hotel was there.

"Sir, please show the CCTV footage yesterday at the wedding of Mr. Jonathan and Ms. Syifa" the short-haired woman asked a security guard sitting on a chair, inside the guard post while copying.

"What do you want to do, huh, Ma'am?" asked the man looking at the short-haired woman, and then towards Pak Haji Samsul with a frowning forehead.

"My son—"

"It just so happened that her son was locked inside the men's toilet yesterday. And the cause until hospital." The woman interrupted quickly the answer from Mr. Haji Samsul. "He wants to know who did it" he added.

"Oh so. Alright." The man in black uniform nodded. Then slide an empty chair nearby. "Please sit down, sir. I'll show you."

"Yes." Yeah." Haji Samsul nodded, then sat there. The security guard immediately typed in his computer keyboard, which was connected by several CCTV cameras at the five-star hotel.

"When locked in the toilet, what time is it, sir?" the security guard looked at the old man beside him.

"I don't know the clock. But when Fahmi was taken to the hospital .. It was night, sir. Maybe around 10 or 11" he replied.

"Did your son tell you what time he went to the toilet?"

"He also forgot. But let's check from Isya out, sir. Pas half 8," proposed Pak Haji Samsul.

"okay." The man in black uniform nodded, then focused on staring at the monitor screen.

Not long after, CCTV footage at 19.30 WIB was played. The position is therefore right on the five men's toilet cubicles lined up. And it will be clear later, who did it.

"We immediately pay close attention, yes, sir," said the security guard.

"Yes. Can you give me coffee first? Let me make it good to see the footage while making coffee, "he asked shamelessly. Since then the sense of smell of Mr. Haji Samsul was indeed disturbed at the steam plume of civet coffee on the table. And I think he wants it.

"Dad want my coffee? But I've been drinking, sir." The security guard shifted his coffee cup near Pak Haji Samsul.

"Damf. Time yes, I drank your ex? Yes you make it. There is no brain very, so people," said Mr. Haji Samsul angry.

The guard turned towards the short-haired woman who was still there. Both of them frowned, because they were confused by the attitude of Pak Haji Samsul who was so arrogant. It's like the boss at the hotel, for daring to tell.

"Quick make! I want to enjoy watching this CCTV footage!" shouting commanded.

'Damn, what the hell, him? I just want to see the CCTV footage. Not watching drakor. He could have asked for coffee, really do not know shame, ' the inner security guard was upset. But he actually obeyed the request of Pak Haji Samsul, which is to make civet coffee and give it to him.

"Well! Here comes Fahmi! He's my son!" exclaimed Pak Haji Samsul who was so enthusiastic to see the monitor screen, which showed Fahmi running in a flush into one of the toilets. However, immediately his eyebrows clocked when there were two boys standing in front of the male toilet that had Fahmi in it. "Who, who are those two kids? And what do they want?" he muttered in wonder, then grabbed his cup of civet coffee and sipped it slowly.

"Maybe they want to wait in line, sir, to pee or defecate as well" guessed the security guard who then sat back next to Mr. Haji Samsul.

"It turns out it was a child, sir," said the security guard with an unexpected face. He's head bracelets.

"Try pausing the part where he locked the door. I want her face again!" the order of Haji Samsul. The security guard nodded and obeyed immediately.

After a while he looked and watched, back—Pak Haji Samsul was wide. Because already know who one of them is definitely the perpetrator who locks.

"How, Sir? Do you know these kids?" the guard asked curiously.

However, instead of answering, Mr. Haji Samsul even contacted Fahmi. Want to tell you who the real culprit they suspect is Joe.

"Hello, Fahmy. It turns out that the culprit is not Jojon," said Mr. Haji Samsul when the call was picked up from across the street.

"really?" Fahmi's voice sounded loud and looked like a shocked person. "Then who, Pa?"

"The child."

"Whose boy?"

"The son of Jojon."

"WHAT?!" Fahmi shrieked in surprise. "Is Papa sure?" tanyanya.

"Related. Papa's not that cool, Mi. Papa also remembers the face of his son Jojon."

"Now Papa took the tape, keep it at the police station," Fahmi ordered.

"Lho, what are you doing? There's no way a child could be in jail, Mi."

"He's Jojon's son, Pa. That is certainly what the boy did on the basis of orders from his Father. I'm sure it is."

"But still, Mi, he can't go to jail."

"That would be his father's prison, Pa, there's no way he'd be. It'll even be hard later, if it's proven he brainwashed his son to commit a crime." More damaged Fahmi's brain continues to sue'uzan to Joe. He is the one who seeks his own disease.

"OKAY. Papa is going to the police station to report to him" said Pak Haji Samsul with a nod of approval.

***

A few minutes later, the car that Joe, Syifa and Robert had ridden finally reached Abi Hamdan's house after Isya was exhausted.

Joe wants to spend another night with Syifa at the hotel. But because his son continued to whine asking to go home with Syifa, so he was forced to go home.

"Mommy! Before going to bed ... Robert wants Mommy to tell a story, huh?" pinta Robert spoiled, she was writhing around Syifa's neck who was currently carrying her. Don't forget that he kissed her right cheek.

"Yes, Honey. You want Mommy a fairy tale what's going on?" Syifa stepped towards the main door of her parents' house, then pressed the bell.

"anything. It's up to Mommy."

"OK on." Syifa nodded, then kissed her son's forehead.

Joe could only sigh in anger, he then got out of the car with a lethargic step toward his son and wife.

"Good night, is this really Mr. Ustad Hamdan Sonjaya's house?"

Suddenly, someone asked. The direction of his voice from behind and immediately made Joe, Syifa and Robert turn around and look at him.

And it turns out that the person who asked was wearing a police uniform, and he came not alone. But with his colleagues who just got off the police car.

Joe also just realized, if there is a car parked next to his car.

"Lho, how come the police came? What's up?" robert was confused. Both of his eyes looked cluttered.

"This is Ustad Hamdan's house, sir." Joe asked the police question. "What do you need, huh?"

"I would like to meet a man named Jojon, son-in-law of Mr. Ustad Hamdan. What can you do, you call him?" ask the Police.

...His person in front of Mr tuh 🤣 who is again upset can not do the style of helicopter 😆...