(Tak) Bile Sepahit Bile
Section 20
Cempaka stood in front of the two navels of the younger brother, in his hand carrying two bundles of flowers that he bought at a cheap price. He squatted between the two, placing the flower on each headstone. To then close your eyes while cupping both hands in front of your face, pray.
He opened his eyes again, smiling as he rubbed their headstones. Many times her tears fell, every time she rubbed them.
"Thanks to your sacrifice, Brother now no longer works day and night. If you were still around, your life would be better. I hope you are happy by God's side." Cempaka sobbed, looking down for a moment to dispel the sadness.
Without him noticing, in the distance some Caesar was watching despite not appearing. Report what Cempaka did, and photograph it.
"I'm sorry Brother for coming to see you. The jerk is still roaming around freely, somehow he escaped from the police, but one day he has to get punished." Cempaka's face stiffened.
Both his hands clutch the Twins' gravestone, determined to put Baron in prison. He sighed, looking at the two sadly.
"Son't have to come back, one day Big Brother will be back here." Cempaka kissed his second headstone before moving on and leaving the funeral.
He continued down the street, stopping a public transport to go somewhere. Black cars rushed to follow, not wanting to lose track of the lady.
The car carrying Cempaka stopped at a park. The park is not very spacious, but quite crowded by children, especially on weekends. The woman was sitting on a bench under a tree, in front of her was a pond that was not too wide.
It was there that his two sisters often played, fed fish, spent weekends as free entertainment that was quite happy for their hearts. Cempaka took out a piece of bread he carried in the bag, pinched it bit by bit and threw it into the pool.
"Before, Rafa and Rafi loved to give you a night. Now, I'm sorry. They are gone" said Cempaka, who sat by the pool.
"What is Miss doing?" whispered one of the guards noticed.
"So, maybe you're reminiscing about something." Others chimed in.
Their eyes looked carefully at Cempaka, not a second away. Return to photograph and send it to Yudi as a report.
Cempaka turned away as two buskers came and sang nearby. He hugged his knees, listening with a smile. His heart was a little comforted.
"It!" He gave them a little money, it received praise from the guards.
"Thank you, Miss." They nodded politely, then left Cempaka.
A video was sent to Yudi, and he sent it to Caesar. The smiling man got a video submission showing a smile of Cempaka when he heard the busker singing.
"What's wrong with me? Why does it feel like I always want to see him?" He folded his lips, smiled and watched the video again.
Caesar's forehead frowned, putting the phone close to his face to make sure something he caught on the picture.
"God! What'sthat?" Caesar hurriedly contacted Yudi.
"Please ask everyone who is guarding it to be on standby. I saw the awkwardness on that video." The panic-tone command made Yudi feel anxiety.
Without waiting for a long time, he immediately contacted the people guarding Cempaka. Then, just look back at the video.
"God! Miss is in danger!"
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"What's wrong?" asked one of the guards after their chairman contacted Yudi.
"We need to be on standby!"
"What more do you want? Why are you coming to me again?" cempaka shouted quite jerking their bodies.
"Hold it! We'll show up when the man is rude to Miss!" sergeant the chief when they were about to march to Cempaka.
"You're so arrogant? Did your husband treat you well? Oh, look at this dress .. so fancy!" cibir Baron holding Cempaka's dress.
"I'm not talking to you! Just go! GO AND DON'T SEE ME AGAIN!" Cempaka again shouted, driving the Baron to leave from before him.
"You don't do that to your own father, Cempaka. I just came to ask for money. Sure you have it, don't you? Give me the money, Cempaka! Then I'll go!" said Baron, raising his hands shamelessly.
"You sold me, you spent the money. Now you're asking again? No!" push down Cempaka quickly.
The baron growled, forcibly pulling Cempaka's bag from his shoulder.
Bugh!
