AN ATHAYA?

68- Finish Hope

"Tante, Athaya is there?"

Get to the point. Arini stood with a hunting breath in front of her mother Athaya. First of all his mother looked confused and then regretfully said slowly.

"Athaya is no longer in Jakarta, son,"

"meaning? Aye? Where is he now?"

"He said yesterday the same Mentari want to go to Bandung, want to go for a walk he said biasalah young people, need healing. What's up with Arini?"

Arini clumsy, "Emm... Not aunty initially want to play, uh it turned out to be first. But, since when's aunt?"

"From three days ago. Didn't you call him first if you wanted to come here?"

"Eh... Yesterday Arini's aunt did not call Arini wrong too. Yes, aunty if that's Arini saying goodbye first huh? Sorry for the nicotine,"

"Yes, the aunt also apologized, yes, her Athaya is no longer home,"

Arini's sweat just felt more and more out. She's she? In Bandung? What business is there suddenly a vacation there?

He got back in his car. Then quickly reached into his pants pocket, looking for the name 'Athaya' before pressing the phone button to start the conversation.

A one-time.

Twice.

Three times.

The missed call.

He then switched to another number, this time having a Mentari. Doing the same is contacting them even though the results are the same, not answered as well. Feeling a different air, the girl began to show her ability. He quickly tracked down Athaya's number to get the man's address.

He's also with Mentari, fucked up. Don't let his father or aides find them.

Don't make.

...--...

Sefia ruffled her hair in frustration, staying less than five days the fifty million money should have been collected, but until now she had not found that much money.

"Is there food?"

The newly arrived Yatno seemed to be able to make Sefi's emotions explode. It's been yesterday mom and she's been banging and looking for a lot of work but she doesn't even know where.

"Any! You have a useless wife! Having a husband instead of serving went somewhere!"

Sefi with a grumbling face approached. Yatno looked up and down as if she did not like the look of her son.

"What do you want?"

"Sir? Do you understand that all these problems come from you?!"

"What do you mean?!" Yatno slightly snapped.

"Don't know how to be ashamed? Not a week Abraham gives us a chance to find money to pay the debt! Where have you been all this time sir! You don't see the mother of work slam bones to cover up all the debts of the Father?!"

"Don't fight you little boy!"

"Sefi is not a child anymore sir! Sefi is an adult! Father who has the nature of a small child. It wants to be spoiled mulu even though the atmosphere is again an emergency like gini!"

Yatno stood up, "Heh... You know what you're about this? You think you don't work? You've been working mom-"

"What work sir?! Have I ever enjoyed the results of my father making a living?!" Sefia squealing. "For this long I'm the same mother who works even this night mother has not come home because of father!"

"Mr warn you not to be insolent?" this time Yatno spoke subtly but with an intimidating look.

"Oh, Sefi tau. Father of work? Gambling but always losing keep it?!"

Maybe Sefi could have heard it from the beginning, he would never have survived the harsh slap of the father. But, do not be doubted, of course, the girl is already immune to this kind of treatment.

However, without being noticed by the next Sephi, Yatno took a long wooden level which was then just crushed on the body of his son. The girl fell down while grimacing before the brutal wooden beam attack actually made her squeal.

"Bad! In teaching who are you?! How dare you speak to your own parents!"

Sefi tried to rebel but only violence that he got, initially only behind the wood but over time the father also used his energy to hit Sefi many times until the girl's face was bruised.

Sefi fell limp at that very moment. His head was bleeding a lot, almost fainting. The father approached ready to reward new wounds for his son until unexpectedly a group of people with stout stature came and dragged the father just like that.

Sefi saw it clearly, how the gaffer asked to be released maybe like him earlier, exactly.

"Take me off!"

"Follow us!"

Some of them saw Sefi sprawled, but they just saw it, without any intention of helping or anything. He also could not stand up to help his father. His body ached all over, his eyes twitching with a head that kept hurting and spinning.

The last thing he saw was that the father was successfully paralysed, they took the father by dragging him. The incident happened so quickly before he himself saw his world dark with a sense of limp hugging.

...--...

"Here is adem? Especially when it rains,"

In the afternoon Iqbal invited him to walk the street in the city center. This time Ivana is a bit clumsy because Iqbal is not usually behaving like this, especially they used to not know close right? But Iqbal's attitude and behavior seem to say that they have been in the position for a long time, or... Okay okay Iva too much.

Iqbal tried to melt, rather trying to slam the refrigerator in his body was destroyed. Because since last night he heard the qolbu siraman from the noble Vino about how to approach a good and right girl.

"Lo has to start talking to him on Sep date,"

That's what he did. And he said again.

"Lo it should at least have a love laguange Sep"

"The fire,"

"What kind of people don't you know love laguange?"

"What's dah?"

Vino clucked, "Iqbaal! Love language! Come on word of affirmation, act of service, street together, why cake... Bloon's a real person,"

Vino continued, "Lo don't be clumsy, have to be firm and firm as a guy. Take a walk, eat, but don't split the bill? I'm tabok lo if I know,"

More or less so was Asep's conversation with his highness Vino. And that night he immediately sent Iva a short message to take her on the road.

"Tumben Bal, what's going on?"

Suddenly Iqbal felt clumsy, "No, just want to, you've been here long enough. Uh sit down yuk?"

They stopped in a rather spacious room, in a garden chair that was half wet due to rainwater. Before Iva sat down Iqbal had wiped the chair with a handkerchief that he deliberately brought.

"It's called act of service" Vino said.

"Thank you?"

Iqbal sat beside him, his heart racing again, what to say now? Buy food maybe?

"Would you like to eat?"

"Don't you pay me to eat, huh? Or buy what? I just saw there like a cotton sugar vendor, would you?"

"No need for Bal,"

"Well, do you want to be unemployed here?"

"Swimming Bal. You're like people panicking, you know?"

Iqbal sat down slowly, Anjir! He must look pathetic now.

"I asked you something you want to answer?"

"You, "" Iqbal replied quietly.

"But this is a bit sensitive,"

"What's emang?"

Ivana was silent for two seconds, "Lo is still talking to Athaya?"

.

.

.

"Bal? My question is wrong?"

"Eh? Don't you think, Athaya huh? Still really,"

Iva nods.

"What's Va?"

Iva smiled wryly, "No Bal. I just want to know what he's doing right now,"

"Don't you try the phone?"

"I blocked it, Dance too. I guess I'm going to miss it, and I'm too embarrassed to call them again."

Silent welcomed.

"They're still dating?"

When Iqbal turned to look at Iva's face, all the hopes he had put together were instantly lost, Iva clearly still wanted to know everything about Athaya. Even in such conditions.

Stupid indeed! Why would he try to approach a woman who is unfinished with her past? Even after being hurt many times.

"When graduation yesterday they joined hands, photos together, together and everywhere. Might as well... Ja.

Iva pondered, this is not the chat Iqbal expected. Why would this woman beside him not open her eyes to something real?

"Lo still likes her?"

Even when Iva did not answer, Iqbal believed it to be the answer to his question. Iqbal bent his disappointed, disappointed face deeply over this afternoon. Either Iva finds the non-verbal movement or not.

"Guein..."

His face bent withstanding the sense that Iqbal did not know what it was, even he could feel it. Va? We are both people who like to hurt ourselves with thoughts we make ourselves.

"Gue se -"

The Iva sentence stops when the ringing of Iqbal's phone sounds. Iqbal saw him for a few seconds when Athaya suddenly called.

Why could?

He let it go, he didn't answer.

"Who's Bal? Pick up who knows what's important" Iva said.

"No, what were you talking about?"

The drought stopped. He hoped for no answer from Iva.

Not until ten seconds, the ringing of the phone again sounded, Iva turned her head. "Let's Bal, maybe it's important,"

Iqbal saw the caller, this time Mentari. He hesitated, if there really was any need so that Athaya and Tari contacted him almost simultaneously.

"Who the hell?"

Maybe Iva looked presumptuous when he saw who the caller was. Iqbal was somewhat surprised to see the sudden treatment, but afterwards he found Iva's face stiffening while looking at him.

"Bal, lift Bal plis... The speaker!"

With a definite movement Iqbal shifted the green icon. Then start the conversation.

"Hello Tar?"

"Hello Bal? You still in Bandung?"

"What's still going on?"

"..."

"Hello?"

"..."

Phone disconnected.

"That's Mentari.." said Iva weakly.

Iva pulled back her body, "Sorry I was so sassy,"

"No papa,"

"Why is that?"

Iqbal shook his head, "I don't know,"

Maybe we should forget it quickly.

"Va... About that one-"

"Bal? I want magrib, we better go home yuk,"

"Not yet Va... It's late afternoon,"

"Tomorrow I'll tell you, until the house gets dark, I can't go out the night with papa,"

Iva clasped Iqbal's hand to get home. He knew something was wrong, the day was still classified as noon-afternoon, the magrib time was still long.

He deliberately avoided the conversation.

Today Iqbal expects nothing more from Iva. Whatever...