Glenn shook his head, "No. Not right now. I don't need anything right now." "Are you sure?" "Yes." Dewa looked at Glenn with a probing look then said, "Okay. If that's the case." Glenn said, "How can I contact you?" Dewa smiled strangely. Glenn said again in annoyance, "Why are you smiling?" "Nothing. Looks like I was right about one thing." "What do you mean?" Glenn asked in a tone of slight astonishment. Dewa replied casually, "Looks like I've become one of the people you trust." Glenn snorted in annoyance, "So what? Do you want to be an enemy in a blanket?" Dewa's laughter exploded instantly. "Oh, you really have a lot of fun I see," Glenn quipped. Dewa stopped smiling, "Your words are bitter but they make me happy." "What do you mean?" "You are direct. That means you really think of me as a friend you can trust." "Stop saying that as if it's something to be very proud of, Dewa." The corners of Dewa's lips lifted slightly, curving into a smile, "I'm indeed proud to b
Satria laughed crisply listening to his son's confidence. He said, "Good. You have to do that, my son. That's just the son of Satria Brawijaya." "Yes, Dad. I won't let him act up, Dad, take it easy. Just leave everything to me." Narendra got higher spirits. Satria nodded with satisfaction, "I like your spirit. It's time for you to move faster, Ren. Show your fangs to Glenn!" "Ready, Dad. I will not disappoint you," replied Narendra with a sly smile. Glenn, just you wait. I'll make you come back unmoved. Narendra thought. Inside Narendra's big head, dirty scenarios have been arranged for Zayn and Glenn. He was sure his plan this time could kill two flies at once. Just imagining it, Narendra felt so happy. With such confidence, Narendra got up from his seat. "Then I better go now, Dad!" said goodbye to the young man. "Yes. I'm waiting for good news from you, Ren!" Satria said it while nodding. "Fine, Father." He also went accompanied by several men loyal to him. *** Narendra
"Not me, sir!" Glenn said quickly. The young man tried to stand up but immediately two police officers held his hands firmly. Glenn was forced to sit with his knees touching the floor. He couldn't move his hand. Glenn who was confused suddenly saw Narendra appear there and was grinning broadly at him. He rolled his eyes as if mocking Glenn. It was at that moment that Glenn realized that he started to rebel and at the same time shouted loudly, "He must be the culprit, Mr. Narendra. Not me, Sir." "What do you say? Mr. Narendra was the one who reported this case, Mr. Glenn." Glenn was surprised but when he saw Narendra's face that looked so satisfied, he certainly knew that his bastard cousin was indeed the perpetrator of the murder. Glenn couldn't have guessed wrong. He said again, "I didn't kill him. I didn't even know that he was killed, Sir. I was framed. Of course he reported it. He wanted to frame me." "You can say it at the police station," said the policeman. "But sir. I-"
"Neither," Glenn said with certainty. Pranoto looked at Glenn with a surprised look, "What do you mean, Young Master? You didn't choose either?" "Yes," Glenn answered firmly. "But, Young Master. If you don't run away now, you will be jailed for a case you shouldn't be responsible for." "I know that." Pranoto stammered, "You can encounter unexpected things in there, Young Master. We don't know what Narendra Brawijaya has prepared in there, Young Master." "I also know about that. I will deal with it.” The forty year old man looked even more irritated. He said carefully so that Glenn would understand that the path he was taking was very risky, “Young Master, your life could be in danger in prison.” "My life is always in danger, even outside the prison. It doesn't matter. I can get through it." Pranoto lost his spirit. He did not understand the train of thought of his former master's son. Even though he had prepared the two plans carefully and was ready with all the risks he had
"I hope the gift is in accordance with what you think, son." Satria smiled slyly at his son. "Of course, Father. I always know what you think and want," Narendra replied confidently. His gaze was full of confidence. Satria nodded, feeling so satisfied and calm. He thought his son's plan must be very good. "You are indeed a proud son, Rendra," said Astuti happily. Meanwhile, on the other hand, the youngest son of the Astuti and Satria Brawijaya couple, namely Arnold Brawijaya, had just arrived in front of the police station where Glenn was detained. In such haste, the young man whose face was slightly pale entered the police station. He felt so relieved because not a single journalist was seen there. Whereas, he was worried if he had to deal with journalists. Because, at this time he did not have bodyguards guarding him. He would be very troubled if facing reporters alone. "I want to meet Glenn Brawijaya," said Arnold to a police officer. "Please fill in the data first, Sir."
"Stop it, Arnold!" screamed Astuti in horror. Satria Brawijaya who was still shocked started shouting at his youngest son, "Let go of your brother, Arnold!" However, Arnold paid no heed to her. It was as if his ears were clogged so he couldn't hear anything anymore. Unable to bear his two sons getting into a fight anymore, Satria shouted loudly, "Guards!" Arnold beat his biological brother blindly. He did not give Narendra a chance to fight him. He did not know what possessed him at this time, he felt so superior to his brother because he could hit him repeatedly. His eyes darkened, his gaze even quite frightening. He didn't hesitate to launch an attack and looked calm. Narendra looked so overwhelmed by it that suddenly there was fear in his heart. "Arnold, are you crazy?" said Narendra trying to resuscitate his younger brother while he received every punch from Arnold. "Arnold, we are brothers!" "Yes, Bro. I'm crazy. And this is because of your madness," replied Arnold, who w
"I'm going to see him," Glenn told the police officer. Glenn was ushered into a visiting room. As soon as he entered, Dewa immediately smiled broadly at him. "How are you, friend?" said the man who was still wearing a shabby t-shirt. Glenn replied, "Do you intend to turn yourself in to the police, Lord?" Dewa snorted loudly. His gaze didn't change, still playful, "My dear friend, if someone is asking a question to you, it would be impolite of you to reply with a question." "You have to answer it and then ask. That's called a level of politeness. Don't you know about that, Glenn Brawijaya?" Glenn didn't reply and chose to sit in front of God. Dewa was not surprised he was ignored by Glenn. Instead, he looked happy to see Glenn sitting in front of him. "What is your purpose in coming here?" Dewa replied casually, "Want to see how you are, of course. Are you still alive or are you about to die." Glenn immediately glared at the man, but Dewa instead smiled broadly without
"Who will report to Mr. Narendra?" asked the policeman who shot Pranoto. "Let me!" answered a policeman named Juned, the youngest police member in the group. The senior said, "Are you sure you can?" "Yes, Sir. I certainly can." "All right, after this body is removed, immediately meet Mr. Narendra," said the shooter earlier. Juned nodded deeply and was alert. About an hour later, he arrived at the Brawijaya family's house according to the senior's orders. Coincidentally, Narendra had just come down from his room after receiving treatment for the injuries he had received from Arnold's punch. "Hm, until someone was sent here, did something happen?" asked Narendra directly while sitting on one of the white sofas in the living room. Juned nodded, "As you suspect, Sir. Mr. Pranoto is indeed conducting an investigation into this case again." Narendra replied, "Then did he find anything?" "Yes." Juned took out a cellphone wrapped in plastic and handed it to Narendra. Narendra opened