Bakoh Shoulder

Chapters 139. To be better

News of Rabut's death was exposed in various media. It is only natural that the death of such a man was very tragic. The number of media outlets that reported his tragic death actually revealed other facts.

Some people who have been treated or can be called victims of his deceit one by one appear to the surface. Unfortunately, they dared to open their voices after the shaman who was known to also be able to double the money had been stiffened, had shaped the body left by his spirit.

During life, Mbah Ribut rarely socialize. His acquaintance was only about patients who came to seek treatment and asked for help. So it is not so surprising that the funeral of the old man was only attended by the chairman of rt and some authorities.

Just there.. In the ground that has become his eternal blanket buried a man who was once considered a saint. Many stories about him but unfortunately not the kindness that will be the escort of each name mentioned. A shaman, a fraud, criminal kel_amin, shaman ca_bul, and many more titles that he got after his death.

Hearing and seeing the news on television that displays the news of the death of Mbah Ribut, Selvi who was initially happy to cry sobbing. Several times he hit the stomach as well as his own head.

His crying was able to make Darmaji sir who was in front of the house was busy with some chickens that he was feeding directly into the house. He checked what happened.

"Astaghfiullah! Selv.. You why? Selvi istighfar.. Istighfar. Oh God.." The hand that wants to hit his own stomach again is now locked by Mr. Darmaji.

"I don't want to have the son of that goddamn grandpa, sir.. Sir, my life could be ruined until everyone finds out I'm pregnant with that deceitful shaman's son! I don't want to sir, I don't want to!!" The crying became. The word rejection kept on roaring in the air.

Pak Darmaji's eyes looked at the television which still displayed the news of Rabut's death. Indeed, the incident of the death of Mbah Ribut can be said to be viral, therefore many television stations that play the news repeatedly.

"Innalillahi wainnailaihi raji'un." The first sentence that Mr. Darmaji said when he saw the news again.

"He's dead sir, but the suffering he's given me will be my whole life. Please let me kill this boy, sir.. I'm responsible for my actions, sir, I won't involve you!" Selvi kept on raving no crap.

Mr. Darmaji rushed out of Selvi's room and came back with a black bucket of water in his hand, and a second later the water from the bucket had moved from the bucket to Selvi's body. Selvi wavegapan stop crying as well as his crazy action that continues to hit his stomach.

"You want whoever the father of the child you bear, but you are still his mother! Didn't you think? Killing a fetus in your stomach is like taking the life of your own child. Did you do that?" Bentak Pak Darmaji trying to make Selvi aware of the error that has been rooted in his way of thinking.

"But sir.. I don't want to! I'm not ready to be a mom, I can't! He was born free, I hate him! Even before he was born! I hate him! I'm disgusted every time I feel it in here! Reminds me of my stupidity, I hate him!!" Selvi shouted in front of her father.

Mr. Darmaji wanted to hit Selvi but he broke it.

"Let me take care of him. After you give birth, just go as you please.. I won't ban you."

"Brothers upset me? Mr.. Where am I supposed to go? Mother no longer exists.. I only have a father, and now you tell me to leave??" Selvi couldn't believe what she just heard.

"No need to wait for this son of the devil to be born sir, I'm leaving now. I-i know.. Since I was born I have only brought wounds for my father and mother. I am not a good boy, I am not like Ayu who was successful at a young age, sholehah, can also boast Teguh! I'm not like that! I failed product! Isn't it sir? You want to say that, right?"

This time Mr. Darmaji could not hold his hand to not float giving a red mark on Selvi's cheek. Selvi hush. Crying stopped.

Selvi crying tegugu. He condemned his folly, he condemned his obsession, his stubbornness and his opposition. At that moment he only realized that all this time he was not grateful for what he had. Always comparing himself to others who look happy in his eyes.

"Paak.. I have to how.." Selvi was still crying.

Mr. Darmaji took the mukena of the Indun bu that folded at the bottom in their wardrobe. Give the face to Selvi, "Repent, accept all the paths outlined by Allah SWT for you. You still have me, you have Teguh, you have Ayu. We're all family. There are problems we solve together, you do not be afraid.. In the future you can be a better person."

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Vera looked towards the rose garden in front of her husband's mansion. She's quiet. But his mind wanders everywhere. He must be thinking of someone.

"What's wrong?" Hermik's question caught him quiet for so long.

"There's kebon, huh!" Vera pointed with the chin of the flower garden that made her look in that direction. It's a bit of a shock to him, because it's not usually Hermik I want to talk to him.

All this time, despite living with Vera and Hermiku has their own area. They did so to mark each other's territory so that there would be no feud if one of them entered the territory they held as their power.

"Hm.. I tell you, if you are pregnant do not dream often. Your son will look like his father!" My herm covered away.

Vera gawked in disbelief at what Hermiku had just said. Is there anything wrong with a child looking like his father? Nah! Of course not. But it would be a mistake for Hermiku who does not want his children to be cloned his father, who is the father of his son? Who else if not Djaduk Mangkulangit.

"Mr.. I'm gonna talk." Vera prevented the departure of Hermiku who was ready with car keys and branded bags in his hands.

"OKAY. What's up?" My herm stopped next to Vera.

"Mr.. I met my ex-husband yesterday. I suspect that Djaduk has something to do with my ex-husband." Vera spoke frankly.

"ex-husband? Om Cokro you mean? Suspicious? Your Husband? Looks like your husband is suspect. But, as far as I know.. Om Cokro is deketing your husband."

Vera sighed.. Apparently Hermiku forgot the figure of Theo. Yes it is..

"Bak, Djaduk mas is also your husband. I call him a stranger." Vera looked at why Hermiku was so anti with the figure of Djaduk.

"Usually didn't. He is ugly, but he is loyal. That was. Now it's.. Ugly, polygamous, I don't like." Firmly Hermiku directly through the wall of Vera's heart which is as soft as a tissue is split into seven.