PART 8: TEARS
Everything was bright, but his body felt extremely weak. Only his eyelids could open. Fared looked around his surroundings. An IV bag hung from a wheeled pole, its tube connected to Fared's hand. The environment was quiet. A nurse checked on Fared, who had just awakened from his long slumber. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious.
"You're awake. Just lie down for now. I'll call the doctor," said the nurse.
Fared couldn't do anything except lie still. The pain in his stomach lingered, wrapped in a special cloth to treat the wound from surgery.
"Mr. Fared. How are you feeling?" asked a thin, bespectacled male doctor.
"Alhamdulillah, just dizzy and very weak. I feel completely drained," replied Fared.
"I'll give you vitamins later. Do you feel any pain in your stomach?" the doctor inquired.
"Yes, it hurts a lot."
"Painkillers and antibiotics."
"Thank you, doctor."
The doctor responded with a smile. Before leaving, Fared called out to ask a question.
"How long was I asleep, doctor?"
"You were out for three days. Your stomach was stabbed, but thankfully, by God's grace, no internal organs were damaged. The knife pierced your stomach but missed your intestines," the doctor explained clearly.
"Alhamdulillah, okay. Thank you, doctor."
"You're welcome," the doctor replied with a smile.
---
"Let's visit Fared. Maybe there's some change," said Haikal.
"Afraid it's a waste of time going to the hospital. Fared still hasn't woken up. Still in a coma," Aizad muttered, lowering his gaze to the floor.
"Three days he's been asleep. And in a private hospital, no less. Must be nice," Hadi remarked.
"Hey, getting stabbed in the stomach with a knife is no joke, I swear," Haziq retorted. They all laughed at his humorous comment.
---
Three days after Fared woke from his coma, he walked slowly and calmly while holding onto a horizontal bar. The bar was released. The physiotherapist nodded. Fared walked without needing the support of the bar, exiting the long bar-lined pathway.
"Mr. Fared no longer needs a walking stick. Just walk slowly and carefully. Be cautious, as the stab wound on your stomach might reopen," advised the doctor.
"Alright, doctor. Thank you."
A few minutes later, Fared was back in his hospital bed. He checked his smartphone. A small, low cabinet beside his bed was opened, and he took out a long packet of potato chips branded 'Encik Kentang.' The packet was opened, and he ate a few chips with great relish. He didn't often indulge in snacks, but this was a rare treat, even if it cost RM5.50 a pack—enough for a plate of fried rice and a drink at the hospital cafeteria.
Fared recalled the face of the teenage boy who had stabbed him in the stomach and stolen the food he bought from the trolley six days ago. He was determined to find that boy.
---
"Alhamdulillah. Finally discharged from the hospital." Fared picked out a few donuts branded 'Big Apple' at Mydin.
He asked one of the workers to pack 24 donuts of his choice. After paying at the counter, Fared left the shop and headed straight to his car in the parking lot.
---
One by one, Fared ate the donuts alone in his car, parked near a mosque. He ate with great appetite, washing it down with cold soda. After finishing all 24 donuts, he strolled around the city, driving and exploring every corner of Kuala Lumpur, Ampang, Subang Jaya, and other areas, searching for the teenage boy. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He drove hastily back to the supermarket where he had been stabbed before being hospitalized.
Fared parked his car and entered the supermarket's entrance, the same spot where he had been stabbed. A security guard greeted him warmly.
"How are you feeling now, sir?" the guard asked.
"Alhamdulillah, I'm fine, but the stab wound hasn't fully healed yet. My stomach is still bandaged. Hopefully, with God's will, it'll recover within a month," Fared replied.
"Alhamdulillah, be careful, sir. Which hospital did you go to?" the guard inquired.
"First, I was examined at a government hospital. After initial treatment, I was transferred to a private hospital at my company's request. Spent a day at the government hospital and five days at the private one. This was my first time being hospitalized."
"Oh, why did you come back here?" the guard asked.
"I just wanted to check the CCTV footage and see the face of the boy who stabbed me a few days ago."
"About that, sir, we've already reported it to the police."
"Any updates?" Fared asked.
"Nothing yet, sir. A few officers came to inspect the supermarket and filed a report. The investigation into your case is still ongoing," the guard explained.
"Can I see the boy's face?" Fared requested.
"Just the photos. They're from the CCTV footage."
"Where are they?"
"Right here."
Fared and the guard walked to the electronic bulletin board. The face of the teenage boy appeared on the screen. Fared studied it carefully, then took out his phone and turned on Bluetooth. Quickly, he connected to the bulletin board's device and downloaded the images. The download was successful. He opened one of the pictures and proceeded to download the CCTV footage from the day of the incident.
"What are you doing, sir?" the guard asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just checking some work I need to catch up on. I've missed a lot being in the hospital for six days," Fared lied.
"Why not ask someone else to handle it?" the guard questioned.
"This work requires my expertise. That's why no one else can take over," Fared replied.
"Wow, what kind of work is it?"
"I'm a data keeper for a company."
"Ah, IT."
"Hahaha, yeah."
"Where do you work?"
"Terminal Vector." Fared grew uneasy with the conversation.
"Sorry, I have some urgent matters to attend to," Fared said, excusing himself.
"Oh, okay. If you want updates on the case, you can check with your company. They've taken over the investigation and are funding it. My supervisor informed all of us security guards here," the guard explained.
"Okay, thank you for the important information."
"You're welcome, sir." The guard nodded.
The download was complete. Fared played the video, fast-forwarding to the relevant part, then took a screenshot. He edited the screenshot himself, making it clearer than the unedited version the guard had provided.
He uploaded the image to an app—a facial recognition program that could scan through Android devices and CCTV footage from roads or closed-circuit cameras. Several nearby areas were scanned, but the boy's face wasn't found. Fared left the supermarket, got into his car, and drove into the city center.
Hours passed as he searched for the boy. Fared parked his car on the side of the road in a small town. Suddenly, he spotted the boy who had stabbed him running past his car. Fared immediately opened the car door and stepped out, closing it hastily. He chased after the boy, following him quietly to avoid detection.
They ended up far from the town. The boy crawled through a hole in a zinc fence. Fared followed, entering an abandoned factory that had been out of operation for years. The place was dark, with only faint light seeping through holes in the ceiling.
Suddenly, Fared was struck from behind, causing him to fall to the ground. Something heavy and hard hit his back. He turned and ducked quickly, dodging a swing from a thick wooden stick. Fared grabbed the attacker's hands, locking them in place. It was the same teenage boy who had stabbed him at the supermarket.
The boy struggled, but Fared kicked the stick away and released him, glaring fiercely. The boy showed no fear. As soon as Fared let go, the boy attempted a kick, but Fared dodged it effortlessly. A glint of metal flashed—a knife. Fared caught it deftly with his robotic hand. The boy froze in shock at the sight.
Fared crushed the blade with his grip and pushed the boy away with his foot. The boy fell, rolling on the floor. He pulled out another small, sharp knife from his pocket and threw it swiftly. Fared easily deflected it with his armored hand.
"Brother?" A small girl's voice called out. She looked to be kindergarten age, searching for her older brother. She glanced at the boy and then at Fared.
"Brother, who is that?" the little girl asked.
Fared studied her. She was adorable, with a sweet face. The boy, her brother, who had stabbed Fared and stolen his food days ago, quickly ran to her, shielding her. The broken knife was still in his hand, his face filled with worry and fear for his little sister.
Fared approached them slowly. The boy's face turned red with anger.
"Stay back!" the boy shouted.
"Brother, why are you shouting? What's wrong?" the little girl asked.
"Han? What's happening?" A weak woman's voice called out.
"Nothing, Mom," the boy replied, turning his head slightly. The little girl looked toward the voice.
Fared walked closer. The boy brandished the broken knife. The little girl watched her brother's actions curiously.
Fared stepped past the boy. Suddenly, the boy lunged at him, swinging the broken knife. Fared caught his wrist firmly, squeezing until the boy dropped the knife in pain.
"Ah!" the boy yelped.
"Brother? Who are you?" the little girl asked Fared.
"I'm Fared. Call me Brother Fared," he replied with a smile.
Fared stepped on the broken knife and released the boy's hand. He picked up the knife and threw it far away.
"Han? What's going on? Where's your sister? Han, come here," the mother called.
Fared carried the little girl toward the voice. The boy followed closely, his face red with anger.
Fared smiled at the frail woman lying on a cardboard box, her pillow old and worn. Her face was pale, covered in scars on her neck, arms, and face.
"I'm Han's friend. I came to visit you and your little daughter," Fared said softly.
"How kind of you," the mother replied weakly.
"I'm just doing my duty as a Muslim. There's nothing special about it," Fared answered.
He looked around. A rusted metal cabinet without doors held plastic bags and food items. The sight saddened him deeply. He glanced at the little girl and Han, then at the floor, overwhelmed with sorrow.
"I'll take my leave now," Fared said to the mother.
He patted the little girl's head. "Take care of your mom, okay? Look after her well."
The little girl smiled and nodded. "Okay, Brother!"
She ran to her mother, who hugged her tightly. Fared turned to Han, who was glaring at him. Fared grabbed Han's hand with his robotic grip and pulled him aside forcefully.
"How old are you?" Fared asked.
"Why do you care?" Han shot back.
"I just want to know your age. If you tell me, I'll know how to handle you," Fared said calmly.
"You want revenge?" Han's face was full of anger, his eyes empty and ruthless.
"I want to repay you for what you did to me," Fared replied.
"I'm ready, even now," Han retorted.
"Your language is a mess. I'm not interested in your broken speech. I'd rather eat rojak pasembor," Fared said before walking away.
Fared went to Restaurant Salim Savage and ordered seven packets of rojak pasembor. He sat down, opened WhatsApp, and checked his messages for any urgent work. He jotted down tasks in a small notebook, then got up to collect his food and paid at the counter. He ran back to his car with the packets and drove to the abandoned factory.
As he crawled through the hole in the zinc fence, he collided with the little girl in a rocky, sandy field with sparse grass. Fared caught her before she fell.
"Little one? Why are you here? Not taking care of your mom?" Fared asked.
"Brother told me and Mom to leave the factory," the girl explained, surprising Fared.
Fared carried her while holding the food packets and walked toward the dark factory where Han's mother was resting. He stopped when he saw Han helping his mother lean against the rusty factory entrance. Han noticed Fared and pulled out two knives from his pocket, holding them blade-down.
"Let my sister go," Han demanded, his face furious.
"Brother? Why are you holding knives?" the little girl asked.
"No," Fared refused, walking past Han toward the mother.
"Ma'am, I'm back. My work is done. I brought food. Consider this a repayment for Han's actions. Your son is very good. Too good. Let's all eat together. There's plenty," Fared said gently.
"Okay, thank you," the mother replied weakly.
Han dropped the knives, letting them clatter to the ground. Fared set the little girl down and opened the food packets. He fed her a bite.
Han sat down in the middle of the field, his face to the ground.
Fared helped Han's mother into the factory, followed by the little girl holding her mother's tattered clothes. Han remained seated, head bowed.
"Open your mouth! Yum yum yum. Is it delicious, Mom?" the little girl asked as she fed her mother.
"Delicious, Hana. Very delicious," the mother praised.
Fared smiled at the heartwarming scene. He ate his rojak pasembor too. Soon, Han entered the factory and joined them.
Fared handed a packet to Han, who ate hungrily. Fared poured the sauce over the food.
"Eat it with the sauce. It's not as good without it," Fared said softly.
Tears streamed down Han's face as he ate, muttering "delicious" repeatedly.
"Allah, I forgot to buy drinks. I'll go get some. I'll be back soon. Little one, eat slowly," Fared told the girl.
He left the factory, his eyes suddenly filling with tears. His heart ached with sympathy for Han's family. He walked to a nearby shop and ordered chocolate milk, Horlicks, barley water, and a large bottle of mineral water.
---
Back at his office in Terminal Vector, Fared paused his work and stared into space, lost in thought about Han's family. Questions swirled in his mind. He had never met a boy like Han—fearless, ruthless, and mature beyond his years. How had they ended up in that abandoned factory? Why was the mother so weak and scarred? How long had they been there?
"What are you thinking about, Fared? You've been zoning out for so long. Daydreaming? Got a girlfriend?" Rahman teased.
"Good you asked. If you want to know, there's a condition: you have to help me," Fared replied.
"Okay, what is it?"
"Like this..." Fared smiled and explained everything to Rahman.
---
Two cars parked near the zinc fence. Fared and Rahman entered the abandoned factory and found Han and his family. The mother could now walk, her bruises faded. She held her little daughter Hana's hand. After inviting them, they all got into Rahman's car. The mother, Han, and Hana rode with Rahman's wife, while Rahman drove. Fared followed in his own car.
At Rahman's house, his wife served them a delicious meal. Hana played with Rahman's children while the mother and Han ate, tears streaming down their faces as they savored the warm, heartfelt food.
Fared played with Hana and Rahman's kids, feeding the little girl. Everyone was happy.
---
"Han's mother, Han, and Hana will stay at your house, Rahman. While your wife looks after them, tonight you and I will buy mattresses, pillows, and personal items like toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, and more," Fared explained.
"Okay, roger that," Rahman nodded.
---
Hana and Rahman's daughter fell asleep. Han and Rahman's son watched TV. Rahman's wife and Han's mother talked privately in the bedroom. The mother shared their harsh reality, leaving Rahman's wife speechless. She comforted the mother with a hug, rubbing her back soothingly.
Meanwhile, Fared and Rahman bought mattresses, pillows, and other necessities at the mall. They loaded the items into Fared's car and drove off, listening to Quranic verses on the audio system. Rahman recited prayers.
"Rahman, have you picked a place for them to stay? You can't host them forever. Why are you spending only your money?" Rahman asked.
"Not just mine. We just made millions from the robot patrol project. Contracts, collaborations, sales—it's too much money. I don't feel comfortable having so much while others suffer. So I'd rather reduce my bank balance by helping those in need," Fared explained.
"Long answer. I want to help too. Give me a chance to contribute," Rahman said.
"You're right. I have a task for you—one that'll earn you lasting rewards," Fared replied.
"What is it?"
"How about using your money to build a modest house for this family? Like a low-cost home. I want Muslim contractors and workers—people who pay zakat. Same for electrical wiring and flooring."
"Great idea! I was thinking the same. No need to explain. I already have someone in mind. We have enough money now. For now, I'll find a rental house and a suitable job for the mother. A house can be ready in five to six months," Rahman said.
"The sooner, the better. I'll handle the job and rental. You focus on the house construction. How do you already have contractors lined up?" Fared asked.
"I'm building my own house. The contractor is Muslim."
"Ah, that's why it's so fast."
"Haha, yeah."
"That boy is 15, right? So short for his age. Looks like a kid," Rahman remarked.
"Yeah, 15. He doesn't go to school—no home, no money," Fared replied.
"Ya Allah, how have they been surviving?"
"Maybe they have their own story. The mother could barely get up earlier."
"Ya Allah, my Lord."
"That boy named Han, he stole food around the nearest town to that factory. I don't even know how long they've been there. I don't really know their story," explained Fared.
"Wait a minute. That boy is the one who stabbed you because he wanted to steal food?" Fared suddenly got startled and asked that question.
"Yes, but it's not that boy's fault. I forgive him," replied Fared calmly, though his heart was not at ease.
"Allah Akbar, Allah Akbar, Astaghfirullah-al Azim," uttered Rahman.
"I didn't file a police report. I want to change that boy. It's become a lesson."
"Yes, yes. Anything can happen when someone is desperate. That's what's happening to us now. Many are unemployed and homeless. Children and families are neglected and living on the streets according to the newspapers, but we don't see it with our own eyes. We don't see homeless people anywhere at all. Maybe they're looking for safe places to avoid crime. I feel sorry for the homeless. Especially since many of them are from the Malay community and Muslims in the city, but where are they all?" worried Rahman. Many questions arose.
"It's good that we're involved with people who need help and kindness. We won't be too focused on chasing luxury and success while forgetting those below us. Alhamdulillah, Allah has blessed us with lawful jobs."
"Exactly. Now this is how we repay what Allah has given us—by helping others, giving charity, and paying zakat. Alhamdulillah, we got the chance to help people. I feel sad and emotional. Ya Allah, forgive my sins, Ya Allah."
Fared stayed silent while smiling. In his heart, he said "Amin" to Fared's prayer and also prayed that Rahman and that family would be showered with mercy and happiness. Fared drove the car calmly through the thick, beautiful night.
Fared wiped the tears from his right eye with the sleeve of his long red shirt. Sad and emotional. Fared still remembered the first time he saw Han's mother, who couldn't get up, and Han's little sister, who was skinny from barely eating enough.
Who knows what Han had been through to make him willing to attack people with a knife and even stab Fared himself with one.
After a week, Fared asked Han's mother and her family to get ready and pack their things because there was a destination they needed to head to. There was some business to attend to regarding themselves.
At first, Han refused and tried to stop his mother and little sister from following Fared and Rahman, but Han relented when Rahman brought his daughter along. Han and his family got into the car driven and owned by Fared.
They rode in the car until they arrived at a terraced housing area. Fared stopped the car and parked it in front of a house. Fared got out of the car, opened the gate, and unlocked the door. Slowly, Han and his family walked toward the empty house.
Suddenly, Fared handed the house keys to Han's mother. Han's mother froze. She was stunned. The house keys she had just received left her speechless.
Repeatedly, Han's mother looked at the keys, then at Fared's face. After doing this several times, she looked at Rahman's face, then at Rahman's daughter, and finally at the faces of her beloved children.
Once again, Han's mother shed tears. Her feelings of sadness and poignancy grew, but it wasn't just sorrow. Han's mother bowed her head. She was so overwhelmed that she sat on the floor. She wiped her tears of gratitude with the fabric of her clothes.
Her daughter, Hana, came to her and hugged her. Her daughter didn't know what to do. Hana held onto her mother's clothes, accompanying her mother, who was weak and sad from being so touched. Han, on the other hand, sharpened his gaze at Fared.
The wrinkles on his face clearly showed anger toward Fared. Han misunderstood. Fared didn't respond to Han's reaction.
"Is this real? Oh God!!! Is it true?" shouted Han's mother in the form of a question.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Fared.
"Thank you, God. I'm so, so grateful. I'm a sinner. I'm a sinner, oh God. Why, God? Why?" Han's mother lamented restlessly to herself.
"Ma'am, as long as we are His creation, His beings, His servants, He loves us," replied Fared calmly while smiling gently at Han's mother.
"Enter, ma'am. Enter your new house," Fared invited Han's mother to step into her new home.
Han's mother nodded in understanding, then gently pushed her daughter to enter the house with her. Han's mother went inside with her daughter. Han followed his mother and pulled out a long, sharp knife from inside his shirt, where he had hidden it, then removed its sheath. He gave Fared a sharp glare.
"Fared, what's wrong with that kid?" whispered Rahman into Fared's ear.
"No idea," Fared chuckled softly.
"I'm worried now. That kid's holding a knife. What should we do? Is he a psychopath? Should we take the knife? Scold him? We can't let his mother cry again after crying from being so touched and sad," Rahman whispered again to Fared.
"He's probably just worried. He'll put the knife away once he knows he and his family are safe."
Rahman looked at Fared's face. Rahman's expression was filled with questions, like an exam paper.
"I've got experience," said Fared.
"Do you have an illegitimate child or something?"
"Your skull's brand is human," Fared laughed softly.
Han spread out a mattress and laid down a mat. He placed a pillow at the head of the mattress. Han lay on the mattress. His mind speculated and conjured various perspectives and thoughts about Fared and Fared's intentions. Inside him, anger still boiled like hot water simmering.
Han imagined how Fared should be killed and where his body should be hidden. Han didn't want anything bad to happen to his family again.
The next day, Han's mother and Han's little sister followed Rahman's wife and Rahman's daughter to buy school and work clothes specifically for Han's mother and Han's little sister at the supermarket.
The "Canggih" brand of school uniforms was chosen. Several school uniform shirts were bought for Han's little sister.
Rahman's wife bought several kurung outfits specifically for Han's mother to use for office or work purposes. Other clothes were bought for daily wear for Han's mother and little sister.
The same went for Han. Rahman, Rahman's son, Fared, and Han were also at the boys' school clothing section. Han calmed himself down. He just went along with whatever happened.
After buying items like belts, school shoes, school shirts, school pants, a comb, body fragrance, underwear, school bags, writing supplies, and socks.
Once they were satisfied and had bought enough items specifically for Han's mother's work, Han's schooling, and his little sister's schooling, they all stopped by Syafie Restaurant for lunch. Fared and Rahman laughed and chatted together. Han, meanwhile, dealt with Rahman's son, who couldn't sit still.
The following day, Rahman and Han were at the National Registration Department to obtain identity information regarding Han's mother, Han's little sister, and Han himself.
"Sorry, sir. Based on the issues with this lady and her children, we cannot provide identification documents for her and her children," said a hijab-wearing clerk with a rather broad build at the registration counter, her face showing discomfort.
"Why, ma'am? Is there something they need to do? Fingerprints? Remember their birth certificate numbers? Provide memorized ID numbers?" asked Rahman.
"Sorry, sir and ma'am, the National Registration Department no longer handles things like printing or handing over documents to people who are irresponsible in keeping and safeguarding their own documents properly so they don't get lost," said the clerk.
"Huh, why not? Isn't this a registration office? Surely those things are the responsibility and duty of this department," questioned Rahman, dissatisfied.
"Sorry, this is the new regulation of the National Registration Department. Identification documents cannot be handed over to just anyone so easily," said the broad-built, hijab-wearing clerk.
"Ma'am, ma'am. Look, we're not outsiders or strangers. I'm helping this lady. This lady next to me. She's the one who needs her identification documents. I'm accompanying and helping her get her identification documents so she can easily find a job," explained Rahman.
"Identification documents are very important for this lady. Without proof and identification documents, how is she supposed to get a job?" added Rahman.
"Sorry, I can't help. I just work for people. Not every matter is something I can handle. The rest is up to the higher-ups," replied the broad-built female clerk with a facial reaction that was irritating. Her arrogant expression and reaction showed signs of disdain and disgust toward something.
Rahman walked away slowly from the counter, letting out a small sigh to himself. Han's mother just looked at Rahman, who was exhausted.
Han, sitting with his little sister, stared sharply at the counter clerk. The clerk didn't notice that Han was glaring at her intensely. After sighing, Rahman returned to the counter.
Suddenly, Fared appeared at the door of the National Registration Department office. Fared, wearing a hoodie with the hood up, opened the door himself and sat on a chair.
"Here's the thing, ma'am. If the process of searching, printing, verifying, and handing over the documents is difficult and requires additional fees or payments, I'll pay. I'm asking you to help this lady next to me, who's sitting in front of you. She wants to earn a lawful salary like you. She wants to get a comfortable job like you. I'm helping her. Please help her too, ma'am. With Allah's permission, your affairs will be made easier in the future. As long as you help this lady with her matter, I'll pay according to the service fees I need to cover. If I pay a little, it'll take longer to prepare the documents. I understand it's hard work to handle identification documents. I'm here, I'll pay. I want all the identification documents prepared for this lady, and after that, I want you to handle the documents for her children. I'll pay for that too. I'll take the premium service—I'll pay a high price for the premium service so all the documents can be processed quickly," Rahman spoke at length.
"What's this? Don't mess with me! I don't take bribes! No matter how much you pay, no matter how much money you have, I'll never take a bribe! Don't ever try to bribe me with coffee money! I'll report you to the police and the MACC! You're done for! I've already said it's not my business with those documents! It can't be done, it just can't! I'm paid only to do my job! Not to do work for others! Come back another time! Get someone else to handle it! I can't do this work! That's the National Registration Department's regulation! I'll call the police! I'll call the MACC!" threatened the broad-built clerk.
The people in the office looked at Rahman. Their expressions were full of curiosity. Some shook their heads at Rahman because many assumed he was trying to offer a bribe. Rahman stayed silent and sat on a chair. Fared stood up from his chair and sat next to Rahman.
"I already expected something like this would happen. When I was studying in college, I couldn't even pay a fine for my ID card. Had to pay double the fine. Paying a different fine, paying for the process of making a new ID card separately. Even though it's an easy thing to do, we just have to wait. Guess what happened back then?" whispered Rahman to Fared.
"What happened?" asked Fared.
"I had to take the premium service. The ID card was ready faster than usual, no need to wait long like others. The payment was five times the original price to renew a lost ID card. What else could I do? I worked part-time. Morning and night. Just to pay the double fine and the service that cost multiple times more. Alhamdulillah, my workplace paid by the hour. After work, I got the money for that day before going home. In two weeks, I managed to pay the double fine and the five-times-higher service cost," Rahman said angrily.
"My parents couldn't afford to pay, they made me do it like this. And now? This happens again! Can't pay. Can't even pay for the expensive service! Damn oppressors!" Rahman raged again.
"Wearing a hijab according to Islamic law but doing the work of Jews!" added Rahman in his anger.
"Don't worry. Be patient, Rahman," said Fared.
"Why are you sitting here? Your business is done! No business, right? Got other business? This isn't the place. Go sit over there!" the clerk snapped at Han's mother.
Han's mother got up from the customer chair at the counter and sat in the middle chair between Han and Hana. Rahman looked at them with pity and empathy.
Fared covered his face with both hands and let out a small sigh. Suddenly, two police officers appeared and entered the National Registration Department office.
"Who called us earlier?" asked one of the police officers. Both were wearing black sunglasses and black police caps. Their uniforms were neat. Their long black shoes shone.
"Me, that's the guy, wearing a blue t-shirt. That's him," said the clerk.
"Sorry, sir. What's your name? Please stand, sir. We'll discuss the issue at the station," said one of the officers.
"I'm Rahman. Alright, I'll comply."
Rahman's hands were taken and handcuffed extremely tightly. Rahman let out a small scream when his hands hurt from the tight cuffs being fastened as tight as possible.
"Sir, I'm not running! I'm complying! Why the cuffs? I'm not a criminal! What right do you have to cuff an innocent civilian? Is there an arrest warrant?"
"Calm down, a briber deserves to be treated like this. I'm a police officer. I have the authority. I am your arrest warrant," said the officer cuffing him.
The people around laughed softly at what the police officer said. Han's mother grew anxious seeing what was happening in front of her. Fared looked at Rahman, who was sad because his attempt to do something virtuous had failed.
"Be patient, Rahman. Just follow them. Stay calm," advised Fared.
"Who are you?" asked one of the police officers to Fared.
"I just came here to apply for documents for my own business," replied Fared.
"Don't talk to a criminal! If you're a criminal, then talk to a criminal!" warned one of the police officers to Fared.
"Sir, let him go, sir. He's not guilty. He was just helping me, sir, to get my documents to settle my affairs. He only came to pay for the service for my documents, sir," pleaded Han's mother.
The two police officers looked at each other, then burst into loud laughter.
"What's so funny?" asked Rahman loudly.
Rahman was slapped hard across the face. The entire office heard the loud slap land on Rahman's cheek. Everyone laughed loudly. Some found it hilarious.
"You're all so dramatic! Idiots!" shouted someone else who was also waiting their turn at the office counter.
"She's hot, bro. Your wife?" asked the police officer holding Rahman's handcuffed hands.
"No," replied Rahman curtly.
"Sirs! That woman was also involved in trying to bribe me with coffee money! They wanted to bribe me with corruption money! Cuff and arrest that woman too!" shouted the clerk loudly, then smiled gleefully.
"Take her too."
"Sir, sir! I'm not guilty! Help, sir! I'm not guilty! I just wanted to settle my affairs," pleaded Han's mother.
"Ah!" shouted Han's mother. Her hands were cuffed tightly. Her buttocks were touched by a police officer. Her thighs were also groped by one of the officers.
Fared looked at them with a sharp gaze. He stayed silent for a moment, then scolded the two police officers.
"Are you two rapists or national security officers!? Groping someone's mother now! If you're arresting her, just arrest her! Don't take advantage!" shouted Fared at the two police officers.
The people around looked at Fared, who was yelling at the two officers. Fared stood up and sat next to Han, pressing Han down onto the chair. Fared stared sharply at Han, who was glaring intensely at the two officers. Han's anger boiled over like a fire doused with petrol.
"What's wrong with you?! Are you just going to let it happen?!" whispered Han to Fared.
"I don't want you to add to the chaos and complicate things. Let me handle it. You just sit here," whispered Fared to Han.
Han's little sister cried loudly. Fared picked up Han's little sister, who had gotten off her seat and walked toward her mother.
"Moooooom, mooooom, mom mom mom, why is Mom being arrested by the police? Mom's not bad!" said Hana while crying in Fared's arms.
Fared placed Han's little sister on the chair next to Han. Fared told Han to look after his sister, then followed the two police officers who had cuffed and were taking Rahman and Han's mother to the police station.
Rahman was placed in the car in the seat next to the driver. Han's mother was placed in the back seat, sitting with the police officer who had pushed her in. Then the police car carrying Rahman and Han's mother drove away.
"Han, Hana. Come follow me," called Fared to Hana and Han.
Fared carried Hana and walked to his car while holding Hana, who was crying loudly. Han sat in the front passenger seat. Fared laid Hana down in the back seat, then started the car's engine.
Quickly, Fared drove and followed the police car. Slowly, Fared drove his car, trailing the police car. Hana still cried her heart out in the back seat. Crying while lying on the back seat. Han, meanwhile, clenched his teeth. His anger surged. Fared continued driving, following the police car.
After a few minutes, Rahman and Han's mother were taken out of the car and brought into the station. Fared did the same. He got out of his car and carried Hana.
Before that, Fared told Han to follow him and sit on the long sofa inside the police station. Fared carried Hana up to the counter and spoke with a hijab-wearing female police officer on duty at the counter.
"Allah, so cute. Your daughter, sir?" asked the hijab-wearing female police officer.
"No, ma'am. Not my daughter. She's the daughter of this friend. I'm not married yet, ma'am," replied Fared.
"Oh, want to marry me? I'm still a virgin. Not married yet. I'm 30," said the female police officer.
"Sorry, ma'am. I didn't come here to propose to you. I came to file a police report," replied Fared, bewildered.
"Yes, I know, I was just joking. Work isn't good when it's stressful, so a little joking helps, right?" The female officer hid her embarrassment from having her affection rejected.
Fared then filed a police report by filling out the complainant form and writing down the incident that had just happened. Fared remained patient and calm about what had just occurred. After finishing the form, Fared handed the police report form to the female officer. The female officer paused for a moment, then placed the report form on the table and pushed it back to Fared. Her face showed unease or discomfort.
"What's wrong, ma'am? Don't you want to do your job either?" asked Fared to the female police officer.
"No, it's not that I don't want to help. It's not here, sir. Please go and file the report at a police station outside this city. Go to a faraway police station. It's difficult here. You can file a report, but it won't be taken, and no investigation will be done. I hope you understand why. With Allah's permission, your affairs will be easier if you file the report at another police station. Sorry, I want to help, but the situation and conditions here don't allow it," the female officer answered honestly.
"Alright, thank you, ma'am, for helping me. May Allah ease your affairs. I just want to ask for your help, ma'am. Please check on and look after my friends who just came in. A man and a woman. You know who I mean, right? Please help. I'm worried about them. If possible, talk to them, take pictures of them, and record a video if anything happens to them," requested and pleaded Fared.
"Inshallah. Don't worry, sir. I have people I can trust and report things to."
"Alright, ma'am. Thank you so much," said Fared sadly.
"Yes, alright. You're welcome," the female police officer smiled weakly.
Fared carried Hana and called Han to leave the police station. The three of them exited the station. Fared told Han and Hana to get into his car. Fared stood outside the car and stared into space for a moment.
He looked around briefly. He gazed at the large police station. Fared sighed and felt weak for a moment. Life's trials strengthen a person. Everything that happens has a purpose.
Fared got into the car and started the engine. Fared drove away, leaving the large police station behind with a sense of somber sadness.
"Alright, thank you, sir. Your report has been received. You need to be patient, sir. We'll provide a few lawyer options for you, Mr. Fared, or you can hire your own lawyer," said the male police officer at the counter of a different police station.
"Thank you, sir. I want to think about it for a bit," replied Fared.
"Alright, sir. We'll investigate this case. Find a lawyer first before the court hearing takes place," explained the police officer.
"Alright, thank you," said Fared.
Fared carried Hana, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion after crying for too long, then returned to his car. He opened the back door and laid Hana on the back seat. He closed the back door, then opened the driver's side door.
Fared sat in the driver's seat and sighed. Han was also asleep from exhaustion. Both Han and Hana were sleeping. Fared smiled at Hana, then started the engine. Fared drove away from the police station area.
The next day, Fared and his friends sat in deep thought at a long table. They were all at a loss about what could be done to help Rahman and Han's mother, who had been wronged. The door was knocked on. Fared and his friends immediately looked toward the door that someone had knocked on.
"Fared," Umar called out to Fared.
"Yes, what is it?" replied Fared.
"Mr. Adam wants to meet you now. He says there's important business," Umar delivered the message to Fared.
"Alright, thank you," replied Fared.
Fared walked out of his work garage, leaving his friends inside. Fared followed Umar until they reached the door of Mr. Adam's office. Fared knocked on the door of Mr. Adam's office.
"Who is it?" asked Mr. Adam from inside the room.
"It's me, Fared, Mister."
"Okay, come in."
Fared opened the door, entered, and closed the door to Mr. Adam's office again. Fared stood and gave a respectful bow.
"Fared, please have a seat," instructed Mr. Adam.
"Alright, sir. Thank you, Mister," said Fared while bowing his head as a sign of gratitude and respect.
Fared pulled out the expensive wheeled chair and sat comfortably. Fared sat leaning back. He clasped his hands together with both palms touching. Fared gave his full attention to Mr. Adam.
"Fared, how are you today?"
"I'm doing fine, Mister."
"How did you feel yesterday?" asked Mr. Adam to Fared.
"Sad, sir."
"Okay," replied Mr. Adam while reviewing documents on his desk.
Mr. Adam adjusted his glasses, then his eyes stared sharply at Fared. Who wouldn't be afraid of Mr. Adam? Mr. Adam was an important figure in the 'Terminal Vector' company. Without Mr. Adam, the company wouldn't have secured so many projects or stood out.
"Fared."
"Yes, Mister," replied Fared.
"Can you tell me what happened yesterday? What happened with Rahman? Tell me what you know," instructed Mr. Adam.
"Alright, Mister," Fared nodded.
"So that's how it is. Look, this company cares about its employees. Of course, the company will side with Rahman. Rahman, you, and your other friends involved in the patrol robot and humanoid projects make you and your friends assets to the company. We don't want your friends' dignity tarnished just because of baseless accusations. Fared, you don't need to worry. We'll conduct a more thorough investigation regarding Rahman's case," explained Mr. Adam.
"Thank you, Mr. Adam."
"Mister Adam," corrected Mr. Adam regarding Fared's wording.
"Thank you, Mister Adam," Fared stood and bowed his body as a sign of respect to Mr. Adam.
"Sir, may I know the numbers of the lawyers and people who will investigate this matter?" asked Fared to Mr. Adam.
"I'll inform you after I've met and discussed with them. You can also help later since you were a witness at the scene."
"Alright, Mister. Thank you so much, Mister," said Fared to Mr. Adam.
With a respectful bow, Fared walked slowly out of Mr. Adam's office. Fared closed the door to Mr. Adam's office gently. The door shut. Fared turned his gaze away from the doorknob. He sighed, then returned to his workspace. Fared walked slowly, thinking about Rahman and Rahman's family.
A few days later, Han's mother was released from temporary detention because there was no solid evidence that she was involved in bribery crimes. Rahman remained in prison, accused of attempting to bribe.
Fared picked up Han's mother at the police station. Han's mother sobbed uncontrollably. Diana supported Han's mother, whose body was weak. Rahman's wife also helped support Han's mother. Fared and Haikal waited as the three of them slowly descended the stairs. Fared and Haikal also felt sad seeing Han's mother.
Upon arriving at Rahman's house, Fared dropped off Haikal, Rahman's wife, and Diana. Han's mother entered Rahman's house after Rahman's wife helped her open the front door.
The door opened. Han and Hana shouted, calling for their mother. Both of them ran toward their mother and hugged her. Han's mother fell to a sitting position, embracing both her children. The three of them cried their hearts out. Han's mother kissed Han and Hana repeatedly.
Haikal covered his face. Fared covered his mouth, as did Diana. They fell silent and wept, holding back the tears that flowed. The trial faced by Han's mother and her children was too immense and heavy. Nor was Rahman's wife forgotten. This was also a trial for her. They all remained silent and cried.
Diana and Rahman's wife, Farah, emerged from Farah's daughter's room with sad faces. Fared and Haikal waited for Diana and Farah in front of Farah's daughter's room. Diana and Farah looked at Fared and Haikal. The two women shook their heads. Haikal and Fared nodded, then sat on the long sofa chair.
Diana supported Farah, who was overwhelmed with sadness. Han's mother had been abused, and her husband was imprisoned. Farah took a tissue and wiped the tears streaming down her face. Fared and Haikal continued where they had left off in their deep thoughts.
"Welcome to the 'Terminal Vector' company factory. This is the factory of the company I work for. Inshallah, you will work here. Don't worry about the salary. Payment will be made in cash if you work here. I'm confident you'll get a job here," said Fared to Han's mother.
"Hello, ma'am, peace be upon you, and good morning," greeted a rather beautiful woman with an attractive figure, due to her tight office attire that revealed a slim body and a shape enticing to men.
"This is the manager of the 'Terminal Vector' company factory," Fared informed Han's mother.
Han's mother nodded and bowed respectfully. She extended her hand to shake hands with the manager of the 'Terminal Vector' company factory. The manager looked at Fared, then pursed her lips. She also crossed her arms. Han's mother's outstretched hand was ignored.
"Fared, who is this? Where did you find this woman and bring her from? A woman from a dark alley? I didn't think you had a dark side. I thought you were just a good, righteous boy, a pious son of the end times," said the manager, wearing a name tag that read 'Bella' on her prominent chest.
"She's the mother of my friend. I'm just helping my friend so his mother can get a job to support his youngest sister," said Fared.
"A friend? Why does this female look so young? Is this true? She doesn't look like an old person at all, this female," said Bella to Fared.
"Watch your mouth. My friend is 15 years old, but I consider him my own friend. We're indeed close. I'm close to his mother too. Don't judge someone so quickly!" Fared snapped angrily at Bella.
"Ohhh, Fared, don't be mad at me, okay? Come to my house anytime. My house is your house too," Bella cooed, using a sweet, melodic tone to soothe Fared.
"Your skull. Let's go to your office," said Fared.
"Eh, so fast! Be patient, let's get cozy at home, huh? You're so eager, can't wait to get cozy in my office. Naughty!" Bella put on an exaggerated flirtatious act to entice Fared's desires.
"Hey, crazy! Get into the office! We need to discuss with this lady!" said Fared to Bella.
"Okay, darling!" said Bella.
"Sorry, ma'am. She's like that. The type who's crazy about men to the point where her behavior can't be controlled anymore," Fared explained to Han's mother.
Han's mother just stayed calm and nodded in understanding. Fared asked Han's mother to follow him into Bella's office, the manager of the 'Terminal Vector' company factory. Bella opened her office door for Fared and invited him inside. Fared entered, and Bella closed the office door and locked it.
"What are you doing, you lunatic?!" Fared raised his voice at Bella, then opened the office door and gently invited Han's mother in.
Bella pursed her lips again, made a sulky face, and sat in her chair. Fared pulled a chair close to him and invited Han's mother to sit. Han's mother nodded in thanks and sat in the chair offered by Fared. He took another chair and placed it next to Han's mother. Han's mother took out her curriculum vitae from a black plastic folder and handed it to Bella.
Bella examined the curriculum vitae document. She closed her eyes and sighed. The document stated that Han's mother, Madam Hayani, had completed her schooling at age 15 but had part-time work experience in various types of workplaces.
"Good thing, I almost rejected your job application. If it weren't for your work experience, I would have long since discarded your document," Bella said sternly, with an arrogant tone toward Madam Hayani.
Fared sighed. Bella took a document and instructed Madam Hayani to fill out the forms. Fared observed Bella's behavior. Bella turned her face away.
"Why are you looking at me? I'm shy," Bella teased.
Fared scratched his head. Annoyed by Bella's antics. Always flirting regardless of the time. Madam Hayani examined each page of the documents one by one.
"I want it done by tomorrow! Come back tomorrow, and I want to see all these documents completed! Once these documents are complete and submitted to me, you can start working tomorrow!" Bella snapped.
"Hey, crazy, be gentle with Madam Hayani," Fared scolded.
"Sorry, darling," Bella fixed her hair and bowed shyly. Her body fidgeted slightly, a sign of shyness or who-knows-what she was thinking.
Fared closed his eyes and sighed. He then looked at Madam Hayani. Madam Hayani examined each document that needed to be completed one by one.
Fared sat in a chair facing three humanoid robots, also seated and leaning back in chairs. Fared stared thoughtfully at his three humanoid robots. He remembered Rahman, who was still in prison. Rahman was innocent and not a corrupt person. Just a friend and a trustworthy family leader.
"My name is Fared. Nice to meet you," Fared bowed respectfully to Mr. Adam's colleagues, who were seated at a meeting table with papers and documents scattered on it, along with a cup of coffee for each person.
"Please, take a seat, Mr. Fared," invited Mr. Harris.
"Alright, thank you."
"For your information, these are our lawyers and some of my colleagues and Mr. Adam's, who have expertise in legal matters and court proceedings. We're discussing the case and baseless accusations against Mr. Rahman," explained Mr. Harris.
"Alright," said Fared, then sat in the chair after being invited by Mr. Adam.
"Let's begin the discussion," said Mr. Harris.
"Mr. Helmi," Fared called the name of the lawyer hired to resolve Mr. Rahman's case, standing in front of the automatic electronic entrance door of the 'Terminal Vector' company.
"Yes? Mr. Fared?" responded the lawyer, Mr. Helmi.
"I have something to give you, sir," said Fared.
Fared handed a small CD, like a camera CD, to Mr. Helmi. After that, Fared bowed respectfully to Mr. Helmi. Mr. Helmi was shocked. Stunned for a moment.
"Please help me, Mr. Helmi, to verify that the contents of this CD are authentic and official recordings. This CD is related to Rahman's case. Help me, sir. I'm begging you," pleaded Fared.
"Alright, Mr. Fared. I'll do what I can," said Mr. Helmi, the lawyer representing Rahman.
"Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome. Pray that everything goes well. That's how life is under a racially biased government. Inshallah, the prayers of the oppressed will be answered," Mr. Helmi smiled.
"Alright," Fared smiled with relief, knowing the lawyer was an Islamic figure.
At a police station in a different location, Fared brought Madam Hayani, Han, and Hana to the police counter. Madam Hayani still kept her face lowered. Shrouded in sadness and depression. Fared felt restless and anxious seeing Madam Hayani in such a state.
"Brother, sorry. I just want to speak with a female police officer only. To talk about women's matters," requested Madam Hayani.
"Okay, alright, sister," Fared agreed.
Madam Hayani walked to the counter and met two female police officers, neatly dressed in headscarves and police uniforms. The three of them sat on chairs and spoke only among themselves. Fared sat on a long bench with Hana and Han.
"Why come back to the police station? Why a different police station?" asked Han to Fared.
"Your mother wants to report something. A women's issue," replied Fared.
Han clenched his teeth. His emotions were like a raging fire consuming a forest. He gripped both his hands as tightly as possible.
"Just be patient. Inshallah, everything will be fine. Learn from experience, Han. Who knows, history might repeat itself. You need to act maturely now. Violence isn't the answer. Violence only adds to the problems," advised Fared.
Han stayed silent, then pulled Hana's hand. Hana looked at Han in confusion. Han hugged Hana tightly. He kissed Hana's head gently and hugged her with affection. Fared just watched Han's actions toward his cute and beautiful youngest sister.
Fared then turned to Madam Hayani. One of the female police officers wrote on a piece of paper. Another female officer comforted Madam Hayani, who was crying, by rubbing her back. The trials this family faced were truly heavy.
After sending Madam Hayani and Hana home, Fared and Han walked around the city. They stopped at various places—shopping centers, recreational parks, museums, flower gardens, and arcade game spots.
Han remained silent and observed the surroundings without any facial reaction. Everything seemed boring to Han. After that, Fared and Han stopped at a small McDanial stall, bought ice cream, and ate at a long bench at McDanial.
Fared took the opportunity to ask personal questions about Han while they ate the delicious McDanial ice cream.
"Han, do you have a father?" asked Fared to Han.
"Too many fathers. They kept changing," replied Han.
Fared was momentarily stunned, then continued eating the delicious ice cream in his hand.
"How do you know you had many fathers?" asked Fared.
"Lots of men went into my mom's room. That's all I know. Back then, I was still little. My dad died because he was murdered while in the city. My dad was the only human who protected my mom when she was still in secondary school. Long story short, I'm an illegitimate child. My mom's family exploited her. At that time, I was still small. Food and drink were provided by my uncle. Many relatives went into my mom's room with payment to my uncle. My uncle is my mom's brother. He's a devil."
Fared stayed silent and finished his ice cream, worried it would melt as his emotions might be overwhelmed by Han's cruel and disgusting story.
"My mom said she'd been doing that job since she was little. My grandfather always went into her room. He satisfied his lust, as did his siblings and male relatives—all devils—until one day, my mom had a boyfriend. My mom was really naive back then."
"She didn't know anything because those vile acts had been done to her since she was little and were considered normal. You could say the men entering my mom's room was one way of showing affection. My grandfather taught her that when she was small. My mom gave birth to me when she was 15. Her whole family scolded her for having her boyfriend's child, even though her boyfriend never touched her. The same went for her boyfriend's family, who was also 15 years old like her. Both were scolded, insulted, and beaten. But the real reason my mom got pregnant was her own sibling. My dad worked after quitting school at 15. My mom was kept at home and separated from my dad. They weren't allowed to meet at all. My dad still gave money to my grandfather to support my mom. The money my dad gave was used by the relatives, not my mom."
"After three years, my dad realized—after a neighbor told him—that my mom hadn't been at home for the three years he'd been working and sending money to my family. He only then found out he'd been supporting my mom's devilish family. My dad asked the neighbor where my mom was being kept. She was at a relative's house. My dad went looking for my relative's house based on the address given by my mom's village neighbor. When he got to the relative's house, my dad was chased away by my mom's relatives, but he persisted and fought with all the male relatives there. My dad found my mom. She was on a mattress with three of her shirtless male relatives. My dad beat them all up."
"After that, my mom lived at my dad's house. I was three years old and cared for by my mom's female relative. My mom's female relative didn't know what was really happening. My dad and mom didn't tell them. My dad and mom took care of me until I had a younger sister and I was 14. We lived happily even though we were very poor. My dad worked at a factory. My mom became a babysitter for other people's kids. When I was 14, I came home from school. It was raining then, and I found out from my dad that my mom was missing. Kidnapped by relatives. My uncle was badly beaten. Bleeding."
"Hana, my little sister, was still sleeping at the time. I took care of Hana and took her out of the house to find my dad because he left right after I was with Hana to look for my mom. My uncle and my mom's relatives sold my mom at a high price at a nightclub. My uncle died at the nightclub in the city. Died protecting my mom. I protected my mom and Hana. We were chased by the nightclub's underworld gang. Whether I wanted to or not, I killed a few gang members. Killed them with a rusty knife I found in a dark, narrow alley. Three gang members let me take my mom and escape."
Fared walked to the McDanial counter and asked for a box of tissues. Fared sat back at the table where he and Han were talking, just the two of them. Fared wiped his tears with a tissue, then handed the tissue box he was holding to Han. Han wiped his tears with a tissue too.
"My mom, Hana, and I ran as far as we could. We stayed under a highway bridge, then ran into some other gang members at another place. They took my mom. I told Hana to stay with an old homeless lady also living under the bridge. I followed my mom all the way to the gang's building. The building had three floors. I went inside to take my mom back but failed. I was beaten until I couldn't stand anymore. I was thrown into a dumpster. I fell asleep from the pain and exhaustion after being beaten so badly by the gang. I woke up because I was too hungry and the stench of rotting garbage got worse. I cleaned myself at a water pipe behind a restaurant. I was chased away, and I went back to Hana. I took Hana and stayed near the gang's building. I stole food, clothes, money, and wallets. I did all sorts of things to get food and clothes for Hana."
"A few months later, my mom was released with clean clothes. I hugged her right away. My mom was forced to be a permanent prostitute in the gang's building. She just followed their demands. What happened inside that gang building, my mom didn't tell me. The gang gave her food and drinks. Clothes weren't provided. My mom was naked the whole time she was in the gang's building. That's all she told me. My mom had to find fancy food herself with little money and had to return to the gang's building or she'd be killed. I begged my mom to let me, her, and Hana run far away. We all escaped after I begged and she agreed to my plea. My mom was weak. So weak. I carried and supported her on my back until we found that empty factory. We'd been at that factory for months before you came to us. We stayed in various places for a few days at a time. I fed my weak mom because her mental state was a bit broken. My mom was always weak. Hana was the only one keeping her company, and meanwhile, I stole food and money to buy food for my mom and Hana."
Han stopped telling his story and cried his heart out. Fared had started crying earlier than Han and cried while listening to Han's outpouring before Fared found them.
Madam Hayani was at home with Han and Hana after working for a week and receiving a two-week sick leave letter from a psychiatrist at Syifa' Hospital, a private hospital funded by Fared.
Fared, meanwhile, met Rahman in prison. Rahman's face was badly bruised, wounded, and bloody. Fared cried visiting Rahman in prison. Rahman was treated like this. Fared needed to act quickly, or Rahman would die by hanging due to bribery charges.
Fared and Rahman's meeting was only allowed for 5 minutes. Those 5 minutes were spent with Rahman pouring out how painful it was to live in prison and be oppressed. It was as if all the bad things happening to Rahman had been planned in advance.
"Don't worry, Rahman. You'll win in the ring," were Fared's final words to Rahman before the 5 minutes ended and Fared was chased out of the prison.
"Your Honor, there is no evidence of guilt against Rahman. His wallet is empty. It only contains an ID card and a driver's license, no bank cards. The only money Rahman carried was RM200. This matches the services of the National Registration Department. The printing and issuance of official identification from the National Registration Department, done premium and fast, costs RM200. How could he be accused of bribery? Rahman helped Hayani obtain legal identification documents through the National Registration Office. Rahman's wallet is still with Detective Mr. Amran. That wallet is still empty. It only contains what I mentioned earlier," said Rahman's lawyer, Mr. Helmi.
Fared, Rahman's wife, and Madam Hayani were in the courtroom as listeners. Rahman was in the dock.
"I'm also interested in putting the real culprit in the courtroom dock because we need a replacement for Rahman as the accused here. Rahman, in turn, should replace the culprit in the listener or witness seat. Your Honor is wiser—there's someone more deserving to stand where Rahman stands now," said Mr. Helmi, Rahman's lawyer.
"The court is adjourned."
"Why did the court suddenly adjourn? Damn it! That judge has no ethics at all! Communist scum!" Fared raged at the mirror wall in front of him. He wanted to punch the mirror.
"Calm down, Mr. Fared. The people running the court are our enemies. Just a little more. We'll win. I've already handled the court secretary. The courtroom session earlier was recorded. The camera started recording as soon as we entered the courtroom. All the footage is on my smartphone," said Mr. Helmi.
"Sir, give me that video. I can make a backup," said Fared.
"Alright, I'll send it now. What's important is patience. Sooner or later, Inshallah, we'll win."
"Alright, sir, thank you for helping us."
"You're welcome. Keep praying," said Rahman's lawyer, smiling, then leaving to get into his car.
"We need a replacement for Rahman's current lawyer. I'm worried something bad might happen. The earth could flip anytime," Fared vented.
"What?" said Rahman's wife with a worried face.
"Even if the earth flips, we'd still be safe because of gravity. I'll take this case and bring it into discussions with important people at my company. I need more lawyers like Mr. Helmi," Fared expressed.
"Do what you think is right and should be done, Fared. As long as no one else is oppressed because of me," said Madam Hayani sadly.
"You need to be patient too, ma'am. We need to plan carefully and stay alert—whether to succeed or fail, failing to plan is planning to fail," added Fared.
"A new lawyer?" asked Mr. Adam.
"Yes, sir," replied Fared.
"You don't trust us? You don't trust the lawyer we chose for you? Got a lot of money? Want to hire your own lawyer?" asked Mr. Adam with slight anger.
"It's not that I don't trust you, sir. I have a backup plan before this current one falls apart."
"What plan is this? What's your intention?"
"Our enemies always want to win, sir. Their hearts are dead. Dirty work is easy for them. What will happen if the lawyer doesn't show up to the next court hearing?" asked Fared.
"I don't want to hear anything from you," said Mr. Adam.
"Sir! We'll lose! They'll alter the evidence and court transcripts! The judge isn't on our side either, even though we've provided enough evidence that Rahman is innocent!"
"That's how the court works. The court's decision is final. If the court decides your friend is a criminal, then it's the gallows," replied Mr. Adam.
"So, you want to waste the money and efforts of Mr. Adam's colleagues? Let Mr. Adam's lawyer friend die?"
"Are you threatening me? Get out of my company!" shouted Mr. Adam.
"I'm not threatening you. Anything could happen. This company could die anytime. Mr. Adam and his colleagues could be killed without regard for authority. I'm using the money I have to hire my own lawyer."
"The money in the bank isn't yours—it's the company's money. We have the right to take it back. We have the power to order the bank to reclaim our money!"
"Who told you to put the company's money in my bank account? My bank account, my money. Sorry, my money isn't yours," Fared bowed respectfully, then left Mr. Adam's office.
"Arrogance and pride kill wisdom and humanity," Fared said to himself as he walked back to his office. The workers outside Mr. Adam's office just stared at Fared with puzzled and shocked expressions.
"Waalaikummussalam, yes, Mr. Fared. Why are you calling me?" asked Mr. Helmi.
"Can I get a copy of the court hearing transcript officially verified by the court?"
"Yes, yes. I'll send it via email to your email account. Can I have your email, sir?"
"Can you send it now?" asked Fared.
"Yes, yes, no problem," said Mr. Helmi.
"Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome."
"Oh, wait a moment, sir. Do you have colleagues who are also lawyers like you?" asked Fared.
"Yes? Why?"
"I have some questions to ask. I don't want to disturb you, Mr. Helmi, while you're busy reviewing my friend's case. It'd be easier for me to ask questions and get opinions. Can I have the phone numbers of your colleagues?"
"Yes, yes. I'll send them right away."
The phone call ended. The phone numbers of Mr. Helmi's lawyer colleagues were shared with Fared via WhatsApp. Fared reviewed all the phone numbers and the names associated with them.
Fared thanked Mr. Helmi via WhatsApp. Mr. Helmi sent an emoji of a hand gesture meaning 'good.' Fared called each number one by one. Appointment dates were scheduled. Various materials were written on a discussion and question list that Fared wanted to bring up in the future.
Four months later,
"Where's Rahman's lawyer? Stomachache?" taunted the opposing lawyer, representing two police officers and a broad-bodied female counter worker from the National Registration Department who had once argued with Rahman. The crowd laughed at the lawyer's jab.
"The trial begins," said the judge casually, despite the absence of Rahman's lawyer.
"Your Honor, forgive me for interrupting, but the court trial cannot begin without the required quorum," objected the court recorder.
"Secretary, you're not allowed to speak. Respect the court proceedings or please step outside the courtroom," said the opposing lawyer.
The court recorder glared sharply at the opposing lawyer representing those against Rahman, whose lawyer was absent. Rahman's face grew increasingly anxious. His hands remained raised in ceaseless prayer, eyes tightly shut, seeking Allah's help. The opposing lawyer stood and made a statement.
"Rahman's wallet contained RM500. That RM500 was used to create fake identification cards and documents for Hayani because Hayani is a foreigner from China with nothing on her. Hayani wanted to become a social worker at an unlicensed nightclub. Rahman was a middleman smuggling foreigners online. Hayani was booked by an unknown person online for social services for a few days at hotels, guesthouses, and nightclubs. Many subscribed to Hayani for social services. There was high demand for Hayani, and to meet that demand and stay in this country beyond the set date, identification documents needed to be prepared."
Rahman sat stunned, then looked at Fared. Rahman was utterly shocked. His eyes were empty. His life was about to end on the gallows. Fared's face was full of anger. He wanted to lash out uncontrollably. The court trial continued despite the absence of Rahman's lawyer.
Fared opened his smartphone and accessed WhatsApp. He sent a message to Mr. Adam, who was also in the courtroom but seated on a different row of benches. Fared's message to Mr. Adam showed two gray ticks. It was delivered but unread, even though Mr. Adam was using his smartphone.
Mr. Adam's face seemed indifferent to what was happening in the trial. Fared stared at Mr. Adam for a moment. Mr. Adam's expression was infuriating to anyone who saw it. Fared felt ignored and toyed with.
"Here's the evidence I'll show via the projector on the screen," said the opposing lawyer.
"This is Rahman's flash drive that was seized. The contents of this flash drive are identification documents written by Rahman himself. All the information in these documents on the flash drive is fake. Rahman intended to make them official."
The crowd began whispering in the courtroom. Rahman cried at the long bench and table in a row of empty chairs. No one sat with Rahman, not even his own lawyer.
"The court, be—"
"SILENCE!!!"
Fared shouted loudly and stood in his place. The crowd in the courtroom was shocked by his scream, which filled the courtroom and hurt the ears of those attending the trial.
"Guards, take this man out!" shouted the judge, ordering the security guards to remove Fared from the courtroom.
"You Ignorant One, even more despicable! You've lost your authority as a judge! You twisted everything, you orchestrated it all, this trial—you're winning because you're getting money from the opposing lawyer! Everyone in this courtroom is corrupt!" shouted Fared.
The security guards rushed toward Fared. A wooden baton was pulled from the guard's waist. Fared raised his smartphone high and pressed a button on the screen. The loudspeaker emitted a loud sound. The projector light turned blue, then played a video. The crowd's attention was successfully captured. Everyone watched the video.
The video displayed on the screen via the projector showed the events of the day when Fared, Rahman, and Madam Hayani were at the National Registration Department office. Two police officers arrested Rahman without reasonable cause. Madam Hayani was randomly groped by a male police officer.
Rahman and Madam Hayani were taken out of the National Registration Department office. Rahman and Madam Hayani were put into a police car. Footage from inside the police car played next. Rahman was beaten and punched repeatedly in the face until his nose bled heavily.
Madam Hayani was groped and molested against her will by a police officer sitting in the back passenger seat. Both police officers' faces showed enjoyment and laughter. Madam Hayani screamed for help as she was molested and hurt in her private areas by these beastly police officers driven by lust.
Next, hidden footage from the temporary prison at the police station played. Two videos were shown side by side in a collage—CCTV footage and handheld camera footage.
Rahman was beaten mercilessly in the prison. Madam Hayani was handcuffed in Rahman's cell. Two police officers left Rahman's temporary cell and locked the gate. After the two officers exited Rahman's cell, they turned their attention to Madam Hayani.
They both groped her body while laughing loudly. One officer lifted Madam Hayani's cloth. Her uncovered leg was raised and shown to Rahman, who was handcuffed at the far end of the cell. The cloth covering Madam Hayani's legs was pulled until it came off. Rahman begged and pleaded for help. Rahman shouted with all his might.
One of the police officers screamed. His face was in the video footage. Immediately, that male police officer was restrained by two security guards. The other police officer stood stunned. His vile actions were exposed. Madam Hayani sobbed uncontrollably in the courtroom.
"That's not me! That's not me! It's all lies! That video is just edited!"
"Calm down! Calm down! Turn off that projector!"
Fared switched the video on his smartphone. Evidence proving Rahman's innocence was shown next. Transcripts were displayed. The transcripts of the previous court hearing were shown. Today's trial had been manipulated from the previous one.
"The court trial isn't following ethics or proper procedure!" shouted Fared.
It was Fared's turn to be restrained by security guards. The projector's power cord was unplugged by the opposing lawyer. The security guards roughly pulled Fared and dragged him out of the courtroom.
"Stop! Let him go!" ordered an elderly Chinese woman wearing round glasses and dressed like a judge. Several police officers and court committee members walked into the ongoing court trial.
"Mr. Judge, Your Honor the Wise, due to your wisdom in this evil conspiracy, you are arrested under Act 574, Section of the Penal Code, Criminal Conspiracy!" shouted a mustached police officer wearing a cap with a police emblem and a rank badge on his chest.
Several lawyers, colleagues of Mr. Helmi whom Fared knew, stood beside Rahman. They all glared sharply at the judge and the dishonest opposing lawyer against Rahman.
"The court trial is canceled and adjourned for violating the code! Everyone, disperse!" ordered the elderly Chinese woman wearing round glasses and dressed like a judge.
Madam Hayani cried while hugging Rahman's wife, Madam Farah. Both of them wept. The two male police officers were handcuffed and taken into a police car. The opposing lawyer against Rahman and Rahman himself were also put into police cars, but separate ones.
Several journalists, who happened to be present at the same time, immediately asked questions to find out the real situation and what had happened to report on it.
"Fared, Mr. Helmi passed away while relaxing outside his house with his family at night. Mr. Helmi was shot several times in his body. The judge and the corrupt lawyer opposing Rahman have been detained. A new judge and lawyer will take over the duties and responsibilities of the corrupt judge and lawyer. Inshallah, nothing else will happen. Inshallah, everything will go smoothly. The investigation into Mr. Helmi's murder is ongoing to find out who the killer is. There were two motorcyclists involved in killing Mr. Helmi. One was the rider, and the other was the passenger who shot Mr. Helmi in front of his family," said an inspector.
"Cruel," said Fared, looking down.
"Sir, all this is also thanks to you, Mr. Fared, for providing us with valid information regarding the court case and the false bribery charges against Rahman. I'm impressed with you. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to face the high powers of the court and other lawyers," praised the police inspector to Fared.
"I couldn't do anything on my own—I prayed to Allah, I worked hard. Allah gave me inspiration, and I carried it out. Thanks also to Mr. Helmi; he planned everything perfectly, and I just continued the late Mr. Helmi's work to the best of my ability."
"Anyway, I'm impressed with you, sir," the inspector praised Fared again.
"I'm just an ordinary human. Your admiration should be for Allah, the Almighty. He has power over everything."
"Alhamdulillah. Both of you, please enter the courtroom. The trial is about to begin."
"Alright. Thank you, Mr. Inspector," said Rahman with a somewhat happy face.
"You're welcome," said the inspector.
Fared and Rahman were escorted into the courtroom by two FBI officers wearing bulletproof vests and handcuffs.