Sekardus Love Money For Lala

That morning was Tuesday, June 20, 2017. A thunderous thunder, the 9.9-magnitude earthquake shook the Bencoolen country which was a cool, lively, safe, neat, memorable morning. Acronyms from the Land of Glory, as it was discussed around a year eight months ago.

At around 9:10 a.m., Rimuk was undergoing a routine that was almost 28 days left. As a multi-power leader, the maid business must be another important concern for Rimuk bin Linggo. So one Android mobile phone cannot be separated from the pakit.

"Te no net no net ... crut crut crut", there is a cellphone ringtone that vibrates on a glass table. Slightly ignored, because he was talking to some of his trusted employees. Finally he picked up the Pink cellphone too.
"Hello, this is Mr. Rimuk ... I am from the Anti Rasuah Institute, our brother's wife was arrested at a relative's house," said a caller.
Hearing the voice on the phone, Rimuk initially ignored. He thought of someone from an institution in West Sumatra calling to his cellphone number.

After a few seconds, he was shocked if the person who contacted him was the State Anti-Corruption Agency. Rimuk tried to calm down, so his asthma did not recur. Immediately who contacted his house guards, it turned out that what was said was true. He rushed home to convince his worries.

Naas arrived at home, his beloved wife had been brought by several agencies to the police station. By stepping slowly, but as best he could to keep looking dashing, Rimuk entered the house. Not yet had a drink of white water to drink, orders to join the apparatus had to be carried out with a heavy heart Rimuk muttered step foot.

Apparently, outside the home page, there were already crowded media crews and the public who were staring at the arrests.
Investigate the investigation, it turns out that the wife he married a few years ago, netted Operation Caught Hand, for receiving money. Rimuk's face looked pale, sometimes flushed instantly, when he walked towards his vehicle.
"Oh God, how is this ... How are you?" Rimuk thought as he turned off the radio in his car which still sounded sadly from the song "Love Letter for Starla".

When he entered his private service vehicle with the authorities, there was a shout from the corner of the house from a fierce-faced man in a yellow shirt.
"Gawak calm bae Yung, I'm surprised that I took care of a lot of segalonyo buayo-buayo", the man shouted with the accent of the regional language to Rimuk who didn't care anymore about his surroundings.
The State Anti Rasuah Institute was initially shocked, but finally ignored, because maybe they were not what the man said there was a big pimple growing on his nose.
A Weekly Newspaper journalist who had been trying to observe the events at the time, had quietly said, "If not, there is no bird nesting low, sir," he said. For this reason the man did not hear, due to the hustle and bustle of the surrounding community.

Across the street right in front of Rimuk's house, there was an old scavenger resting under the trees. As if ignoring the situation. Old scavengers seemed to talk to aspiring grandchildren who would later become a Bencoolen State Governor.

"Why do you insist on being the governor of Cu?" Asked the old scavenger to his grandson who was busy cleaning his dirty hands on the roadside grass.
"Wow ... It's good to be the governor, a lot of money. Especially when there is a project, we get the fee! "Explained the grandson,
"Huss ... It's unclean" snapped the old scavenger. "Who taught you?"
"Nobody has taught Kek, I just heard the words of friends in the trash can at the end of the road".
The old scavenger brow furrowed. He pulled the grandson near his seat. "Try you for a moment,"
Old scavengers in one day