Jebran's gaze such serious that he couldn't stop blinking. I didn't realize that he was already holding my shoulder tightly.
"Come back!"
"I'll do it for you," he decided.
"Do you have your father's number?"
"Ah! Silly, how is that possible?" Jebran grumbled let go of that gaze.
I remained silent in front of him looked confused. His face looked up with his hands cupping his face, and then he looked back at me.
"Let's make it like this!"
"Go home and think nothing of it!"
"You know who I am?" he said.
"Who?" I asked curiously.
"One day, you will find out who I am! I am not only a CEO but also a spy," said Jebran raising his eyebrows.
"Come on. I'll take you to the car!"
I obeyed the orders of this and cold-looking man. Look like he's about to do something without me knowing. I was about to enter but turned to look at him.
"Look after yourself!" I said.
"Hey, don't worry about me!" he concluded.
I got in the car and left the park location. I was still watching Jebran while waving at me was already away. Judge from his face to grin a smile.
Will he be okay? Why is he in such a hurry to send me back home? Surprised I could not hold back hope. I don't even want to bother anymore. I immediately drove fast and went back home.
The wheels kept turning, but the wind could carry a trip far from here. I just stared at the street in the dark that night. I entered the garage of my house looked deserted.
I saw and noticed the entire contents of my house without occupants. Usually, my mother always turned on the television, but not this time.
Drrrtt!
I was stunned when I heard the sound of the phone vibrating in my pants. Turn out I almost forgot the cell phone that I had put in my bag, while now I'm keeping it in my pants pocket.
"Hello?" welcome me.
"I'm going to stay at your uncle's house. Your aunt is sick. If you haven't eaten, I have prepared your dinner in the refrigerator," my mother screamed from the phone.
"Oh, okay, mom," I said softly.
"Remember! Don't sleep at night. It's not good for your health," said my fussy mother.
"Yes, mom. Are you all right?" I asked curiously.
"Well, your aunt has a fever. Maybe tomorrow will get better. She wants mom to accompany her here," mom argued with me.
"Then send my regards to aunty for a speedy recovery," I begged.
"Well, it's been a while, kid."
Mother cut off the conversation from inside the phone. Even though I still want to talk a lot, but what can I do? Mother is like that.
I just shook my head and entered my room which was facing the garden of our house. In this room, I pulled the towel that was behind the small cupboard. I rushed to clean myself in the bathroom located in the room. I dry my wet hair with a wide towel while I'm still cover with a clothes towel. I took a seat in front of the dressing table.
"Actually, what's the matter with Dilan's dad?" I thought deeply.
I began to be curious about the behavior of my father often chased me and Dilan. The more I come here, the more I'm curious about the intentions behind my father and Dilan himself.
I started to write a name on a small piece of paper. I'm writing Dilan and the father's name on one piece of paper.
As soon as I started thinking that I should find out, I quickly picked out my clothes. I swiftly grabbed the two small pieces of paper. I unpacked a cupboard looked for some curtains. I also took a small blackboard with existing equipment, such as hammers, nails, glue, plaster, markers, and other stationery. I also looked for a wooden crutch on wheels from the small shed in the kitchen.
I found a fencing wheel that used to close a door. I opened the board and just took the handle. I glued the blackboard to the wooden post to make it look taller.
I also put two names, Dilan and father's side by side.
The two names I outline are some of the factors that will bring them together at the point of trouble.
I will start with the people closest to me. I closed the board again with a red curtain.
"I'll start tomorrow," I decided.
"Starting from the death of the woman at that time, ah! No. From Dilan's brother," I said.
I pushed the board into the corner of the room in my room. The small room in the corner of my room is quite useful
"Pass!" I said.
***
Jebran stood in front of the Police station where Fredi worked. Not long to wait, Fredi came out of the room door slowly.
"Fredi," said Jebran.
Fredi was surprised, and it turned out that the person who greeted him was not an ordinary person but a rich and dignified person.
"Mr. Jebran," he greeted.
"Ah!! You're just embarrassing me," Jebran grumbled, shaking his head.
"Hey, I need your help," said Jebran.
"Of course, what would it be?" Freddy asked.
Jebran approached the man and right in Fredi's ear. "About Mehmed, Emira's father."
Suddenly Fredi gasped when what he said was very familiar, "How did you know that?"
"I'm Emira's boss," Jebran added.
"Hah! I know that" complained Fredi.
"I need your help," said Jebran.
"But why do you want to find out about Emira's father," interrupted Fredi.
"Dilan's brother is being held captive by his father. I need your help," Jebran asked.
This time Fredi didn't answer directly but looked at Jebran's face, which didn't look like he was kidding.
"Don't worry!! I'm not going to tell your members to come forward. I'm just asking for information about his father. I hope you can find out," Jebran asked.
"You know who Mehmed is? He's our fugitive, while we're having a hard time finding out," said Fredi.
"Not yesterday Dilan caught him directly," protested.
Fredi lowered his eyes, then looked up again, "I'll tell you."
"But not now."
Fredi tried to dodge but prevent by Jebran. himself by stepping in front of him. "I need the information."
"Please!"
Fredi frowned as he thought, "Okay! Come with me."
Fredi got into his car while Jebran followed him to a place where the answer would be revealed.
Jebran continued to follow Fredi's path to a place that was already far away. Seen an old multi-story building that is no longer in use. Jebran followed Fredi stood watching the building.
"Is this the place?" asked Jebran.
Freddy nodded.
"Hey, you cops? why don't you arrest him?" Jebran growled.
"This is not my job! This part of Dilan and his friends. I'm just doing what you ask. However, I have one suggestion."
"Don't go alone!" Freddy said.
Jebran gave a thumbs up to Fredi. Finally, he found the answer there. He saw his right hand reaching into his jazz pocket. He quickly searched for an unfamiliar name. Call a secret number.
Tuuutt....
Tuuutt....
"Hello," said Jebran.
"Yeah," someone said over the phone.
"Tomorrow we meet at the usual place. I have something to say!" Jebran ordered from inside the phone.
"Okay," said the man on the phone.
Jebran turned off his smartphone and put it back in his jacket pocket. Who was the man he called earlier? A mysterious person who sounded a little grim and mature. Jebran's shiny shoes stepped casually towards his car and then back.
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