Novels by Ibn Zhaf

Deandra's face, which is always difficult to interpret, is in contrast to the other faces seen in this room. Ivan who looked relieved, Devan who looked disturbed, and of course the most interesting of all was the look on the faces of the five officers after realizing who had just arrived.The attention of the five uniformed men immediately shifted from the teenagers in the corner of the room. On the figure of a man who is still loyal standing with his hands on his hips while showing off his flagship smile.He is Stevan Houston, or more commonly known as Steve. A top class actor who has starred in so many series and feature films.One interesting fact about this forty-year-old man, which no one but him and the people concerned know about is the fact that he is the father of non-identical twins, Ivan Houston and Devan Houston."Papi you’re late!"An exasperated exclamation from one of his sons made Stev

The arrival of Ivan and Devan did not necessarily make things better. In fact, it could be said that the situation had worsened from the moment they set foot in this place. "Get out of the way! We can charge you with protecting the suspect!” A loud threatening voice disturbed Deandra's ears. It didn't stop there, several other yells began to force this young man to wake up again. "There is no solid evidence that this child is the culprit. But from what I can see, you guys are a bit too much on interrogation. Doesn't that mean we can also sue you for violence? Especially in minors." "Devan?" Deandra asked in his mind. Trying to recognize the firm voice he just heard. Slowly but surely, consciousness forced Dean's eyes to open. Even with such a dim view he was able to see the silhouettes of two young men standing right in front of him. It didn't tak

Smoke billowed from the cup of coffee which was sitting on a wooden table. Fills the dimly lit room with its scent, and soothes the heart of a man sitting opposite it. On the side of the cup of coffee, the distinctive sound of a typewriter sounded so beautiful. The man's ten fingers danced while magic slowly created on a white piece of paper. A smile broke out, his mind was muttering everything he wrote there. “Anger filled the young man. There was an inexplicable feeling, combined with the hot turmoil in his heart. He no longer cared even if the actions he took afterwards would be so fatal. Sick! The stocky man was flung backwards. He struggled, whimpering as he wriggled wildly on the dirty floor. Holding his mouth which was bleeding so much, and panicked even more when he saw the teeth scattered on the floor. He knew it was his. "Ah ... then this can be said a nail for a tooth, right?" said the young man. Unaccepted, three of the four men began to attack. It doesn't

In the middle of this hot day, should he thank the cop who just threw water on him? "Sir... isn't it too much?" "What do you mean too much? This child has been proven guilty. We just need to make him admit it." The middle-aged man with his distended stomach stood up while giving a low look. A cruel grin that should not be visible on the faces of law enforcement officers, was clearly etched on his face. The other men on the man's side couldn't do much other than silently watch. Meanwhile in front of them, a young man in school uniform sat cross-legged on the floor. Water dripped from every wet part of his body. "How long are you going to be quiet? You better be honest now."After saying that, the man – who seemed to be in the highest position in this place, sat down on the available chair. His eyes were loyal to look, right at Deandra who still chose to remain silent. “Haahh… you know the situation don't you? The more stubborn you are, the longer you will be here." Say h

“What are you guys doing?! You can't just bring people's children. Where's the warrant?!” "Dev!" Devan exploded. The innocence tabble he pounded hard as he rose to challenge the two uniformed men in front of them. Suddenly, Ivan also got up to calm his twin. "We have a warrant, if necessary we can show it." Said one of the two men. “Show me!” Dean insisted. As Devan wished, one of the two policemen reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper from inside. But just as he was about to give the paper to Devan, Deandra's sudden rise and that young man's words stopped them. "No need sir. I'm go with you." Of course, the decision that Deandra made unilaterally made Devan even more angry. "Dean! I know you're an idiot but no..." Devan's sentence was cut off, just as Dean suddenly tapped his shoulder and whispered something. "Check your phone." Dean really made sure only Devan could hear him. Less than ten seconds later, Dean was actually led away from

"I'm late."Deandra kept muttering the same sentence in his mind. With his head held high up, the young man froze while staring at a body that hanging and swinging lightly in front of him.Pale faces and horrified whispers were heard all around. The students who filled the surroundings made this room feel cramped. But of course, it had no effect on the beautiful lady up there.Because now Erika Salma doesn't need oxygen to fill her lungs.A thousand questions raced through Deandra's mind. Why? How could that be? Even though last night, just last night. The young girl sent a string of messages that Dean was late reading. Even the message is still displayed on the cellphone screen that is currently in his hand.*Ten Minutes Before*"So? Is it true that a toss of pots hits you as soon as you get home?" Ivan laughed.By his side, Devan seemed to be trying