Why are they not in this restaurant, what exactly is going on! All those questions swelled up inside his chest, irritating him and cursing himself.

"I can't be like this, I have to ask him for kindness," he said to himself, he said about someone handling with a forced expression.

Vino sighed heavily, he pressed the contact on his cellphone screen while hissing irritated.

"Hello!" After the cellphone connected, his face looked even paler. "I'm not doing very well. I need your help, I have an urgent and serious incident, I hope you will help me," said Vino while biting his lip. He was forced to ask for this help even though his prestige and pride had to be pawned.

"I'm not sure if you can help me, but I can't help myself right now, I need your help to find my wife." He heard the panicked answer from the voice of the telephone.

"Yes, this has to do with my wife, Vira. She asked my wife to meet tonight, and I allowed them to meet, then Doctor Andrew said something to me about the aphrodisiac. I'm afraid something bad happened to my wife, can you trace where they are right now? "Vino explained in detail.

The sound of his breathing was heavy when the answer from the phone call sounded unsure. "I know you closed this case a long time ago, but could you please help me at least, try to help me." Vino's voice sounded pleading.

He took a deep breath, there was relief from that breath. "I will wait for good news from you, contact me, I will search once more in this area around here," Vino said before their phone call ended.

***

Broto looked at his cellphone screen then took a deep breath. From his face, it was clear that there was a heavy burden.

"What is wrong?" asked Cynthia, worried about her husband, who looked tense after receiving the incoming phone call. "Who called you at this hour?" Cynthia asked curiously.

Broto looked at his wife's worried face. "My son, he said he was very worried about his wife." Said Broto.

Cynthia did not understand what made Broto's face look worried too.

"Did something bad happen to Vira, what's wrong with her, father, is Vira in danger?" Hazel asked in a brisk tone, he'd forgotten the snack.

"Maybe .. his wife, Vino, told me that his wife was involved with a dangerous woman, I can't believe that Sarah brought Vira into our trouble." Said Broto with bated breath.

The wrinkles on Hazel and Cynthia's foreheads seemed to thicken. What does he mean by involved, our problem?

"I have to call someone!" Said Broto holding his cellphone, he got up from the chair and called someone on his cellphone.

Cynthia looked at Hazel's face, they both looked confused and curious.

"Mom, I have to go!" Hazel said, he got up from the chair and took the jacket, he put the jacket on quickly.

Cynthia stood up following her son's steps, "Where are you going Hazel, you don't even know what's going on, don't get involved in other people's problems." Said Chyntia reminded her son.

Hazel shook his head. As for Vira's business, he couldn't say anything about meddling. "She is my sister-in-law's mom, we are also friends on campus." Hazel gave an excuse.

"What you're saying is nonsense, watch yourself, Hazel, you can't cross the line, if it's just a friend, just be a friend, if you think she's your sister-in-law then stay here in this house!" Cynthia's voice rose. "You can't lie to your mother, I saw you save her picture on your cell phone. You think your mother is stupid. Stop playing with other people's wives."

Chyntia's voice was firm and threatening. "Give me your car keys!" She asked.

Hazel couldn't argue with his mother. He resignedly handed the car keys to Chyntia.

His mother shouldn't have gotten in the way!

"We are good friends on campus, why is Mommy thinking this was absurd, Vira and I, had subjects and projects together, and why if I have her photos in my cell phone gallery, I also have many photos of other girls on my cell phone." He gave reasons.

"You can't conclude the relationship between me and Vira that simple."

Cynthia nodded her head. "Okay, then sit down and finish your snack, you guys are just friends, so don't meddle too deeply!" As a mother, she must direct the right path to her son.

Broto came back in while putting away his cellphone. He saw Hazel and Cynthia, who were staring at each other with deep eyes.

"What is wrong?" Broto asked, surprised by the tension between this mother and son.

Not long after, his cellphone rang, Broto immediately picked up an incoming call from Vino.

"You've received a message from me. Yes, in a French restaurant on the edge of town, you need two hours there, hurry up!" Broto said on the cellphone. "I hope all bad thoughts won't happen!"

Broto's face looked surprised to see that the call on his cell phone had died without any further words.

"He's very worried about his wife," Broto whispered back to his chair, he folded his hands in front of his face, there was a lot of weight painted on his face.

Chyntia returned to her chair with the corners of her eyes still staring at her son's tense face.

"Dad, I borrowed your motorcycle!" Hazel took the keys on the table, he took one of Broto's big motorcycle keys.

Broto didn't have time to answer, Chyntia didn't have time to open her mouth when Hazel rushed out of the house.

"Does he have a date scheduled?" Broto asked Chyntia, confused by Hazel's attitude just now. "Didn't you let him go on a date so he looked pissed off and took one of my bike keys?"

Chyntia signed for a moment then drew a stiff smile on her lips. "Yes, I did." She said with exasperation

"By the way, who exactly is Sarah, why are you bothered by that woman, what's wrong with that woman named Sarah?" Now it was Broto's turn to be silent.

Should the case be solved again, then what about the decent name of this family?