My Beautiful Lawyer
30

Blood tests are out, Fajri is waiting in front of the lab to find out. The doctor who handled it looked uninspired.

"What's wrong?" tanya Fajri was suspicious of the result.

"Read it yourself, I became anxious how this case is" he replied while handing over the results and then left.

Fajri opened it slowly. The result is a blood test showing Bima's blood incompatibility with the liquid***** obtained in Nabila's shirt when she was found.

Fajri sighed loudly, so he remembered Hasna's words doubting her work.

"Damn it!" exciting Fajri.

Beno looked at him sadly, he very much knew how they were so hard trying.

Bima, who was waiting with her lawyer, was seen talking. Fajri comes and throws the results of the blood test on the table.

"I ask that all the men working in your home do the test. The results of your blood test do not match the evidence. But I still need you to be a witness" Fajri said withholding his pride.

His lawyer wanted to protest, but Bima got in the way.

"Well, I'm thankful enough that you didn't know me. That's enough" he said.

Bima's out with her lawyer. Fajri threw all the stuff on his desk.

"Nabila's testimony is ambiguous, he's not even sure it's Bima or not. Now the test results are negative" Beno said.

Fajri's face was red. He looked at the Great who had not said anything since yesterday. As if reading the action that Bima will do next.

"According to dad, what will he do after this?" ask Fajri.

"Nothing, he didn't do it!" said Agung who got up from the chair in front of Fajri who stuck his hand on his plate.

Fajri was getting louder. Beno clucked increasingly clueless. The two approached them closer. The others came closer and were curious as to what the old officer was going to say.

"When found plain without wrappers or suitcases, complete with his clothes. This perpetrator is simply imitating the actual behavior of the killer" Agung explained.

Everyone was shocked by the grand opinion.

"Defend to continue to make him a witness" said Agung.

Hasna stood up and walked away without a word. Fajri looked at his departure. Agung looked at them in turn, he heard all Hasna said the night he had a fight with Fajri.

Agung started thinking the same way as Hasna. They are very slippery in the hands of the law. He began to agree with Hasna's actions that he had been avoiding for ten years.

Great went after him. Fajri just silently looked at them.

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Vino was pleased with the test results saying that his father was not the culprit. He came to the office and looked for Hasna. But he wasn't there. Vino tried to call him.

While Hasna is still at the police station, she is about to get into the car. Grand called.

"Hasna!"

He looked up and looked at his foster father.

"I'm coming with you, okay?" ask Great.

"Of course dad. Come on!" hasna.

They got in the car. Agung put his seat belt on.

"You heard what I said to Fajri right?" ask Great.

"Obviously, Hasna had also just thought about it. Nabila not wrapped at all. While others are cut and packed neatly without identity. This perpetrator simply continues" Hasna said.

"He's also very neat, he doesn't even spurt his sperm on the body and cleans the victim's vitals well. While Nabila, he was too dirty, too careless as Bima" continued Hasna.

"Then, how did you get away?" tanya Agung hesitated.

"His wife caught him beating me, I who couldn't move could only hear them fighting. He left me while chasing his wife and son. I came out with all my might and Dad found me"

Hasna was silent for a moment turning to the right in the fork towards a cafe about to invite Agung to eat.

"After that, I knew for myself how it was. Dad also can't get her into jail, even though Fajri's mother is one of the victims" Hasna said.

The grander looked at him surprised by what he knew.

"You know what?"

"Sorry, I opened your secret box last year" Hasna replied flatly.

Agung looked down at his two hands that were never able to catch Bima.

"Don't tell Fajri all that" said Agung.

Hasna grinned.

"That was the father's fault, so he was not too passionate in solving it" Hasna concluded Fajri's nil work.

"Son, don't let your revenge blind you to all the good around you. Fajri doesn't even like his job at all, but he does it for you" Agung said defending Fajri.

Hasna glanced at her adoptive father who sounded annoyed.

"I go down in front only" said Agung.

"Dad..I'm sorry.I was wrong!" Hasna's marginalizing her car.

"Dad is necessary, not because of your words" replied the Great.

"Father is getting irritable" said Hasna.

"I told you, I need to"

Agung opened his seat belt and got out of the car. Hasna sighed, she regretted having spoken following the hard path of her heart.

Hasna runs her car, she focuses on the road ahead of her. A few moments later he saw a driver running the car quickly from the opposite direction. Hasna stared at her rearview mirror, Agung was crossing. Hasna's eyes were round, the driver as if he was staring intently at his adoptive father.

Hasna stopped her car, not until she opened the car door did the sound of the brakes squeaking loudly rang out.

Bruukkk

Collision was not spared, Agung bounced up to 5 meters from where he walked. Hasna stared at the flung body of Agung. His footsteps became fast as he stared at Agung's body almost getting hit back by the car that drove near him.

Hasna stopped the car abruptly, she was slightly hit and fell in front of her father whose breath was beginning to disappear. Hasna's eyes were red and wet looking at the man she was talking to in the car. His hand was about to reach, but his leg hurt from being hit. Hasna fainted, they were taken to the hospital.

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Fajri runs down the aisle of the hospital, after getting word that Agung and Hasna had an accident. He almost went crazy running from his office to the hospital. Pantingly staring at Agung's already stiff body, covered in a hospital white cloth to his face.

His trembling hands touched the body that was said to be his father. Opening the cloth slowly from his face and appearing a cry stared at his father's deathly pale face without blood.

Beno, who had just arrived, gasped at Fajri squeezing the white cloth that covered the face of the man he had been living with for several weeks. Beno cried and turned his face away, he rubbed his face in disbelief at what he saw.

Fajri fell to the floor, he cried without a sound. Beno touched his shoulder and then hugged him.

"DADDANISHAHH!"

Fajri's screams echoed in the hallway near the hospital morgue. His friends who followed looked down at the dashing detective crying hiteris.