Bloody Bond

Chapter 32 The Secret of Sibu 1

"Syafa can't marry someone who loves someone else."

"You mean?"

"Dunka already has a lover, Sibu!"

"Mom knows that already!"

The answer that confused Syafa. How can a mother let her child marry someone who has had another heart.

Fahri stared at Bejo's sign asking for information. But Bejo doesn't seem to care. It seems like something is hidden.

"Mom knows that Dunka already has a girlfriend. Zaenab has told me everything."

"Then, why did Sibu let this marriage happen?" Fahri. "It's not fair to Shafa, ma'am."

"New boyfriend, not wife. The power of a wife is much stronger than a boyfriend. Sibu was convinced that Dunka would eventually love Syafa as sincerely as he pleased."

Sibu was firm on her stance. Shafa did not dare to defend himself. I just shed tears without a word. Is this weak?

Fahri stared intently at Sibu, turning to look at Bejo who had been staring flat at him since.

"Have Sibu thought from the point of view of Syafa? Living with an unloved person is painful. Does Sibu not know the big secret that makes a girl commit suicide because of the selfishness of parents?"

A secret of RT's son who died three years ago because of his marriage. Her husband was flirting and the girl was frustrated because her parents didn't care. Finally hanged himself.

Bejo was about to say. Arrested by Sibu with hand gestures.

"You dare to argue against Sibu? Shafa is getting married soon. If she doesn't love Dunka yet, she'll have to make an effort. Dunka also said that he would prioritize Shafa."

Sibu got up and approached Syafa. Gently rubbed off Syafa's hair then turned to the cheeks.

"Mom believes in you, you won't embarrass our family." Syafa looked down silently without feeling his tears fall after Sibu sauntered away from him.

"Shyafa...! You heard what Sibu said, right?" Syafa stared softly at the face of Fahri who shook his head weakly signalling that Syafa was told to refuse.

"Shyafa! Listen, Sibu, right?"

"Listen Sibu!" nodding resignedly.  Fahri's gaze weakened as Syafa chose to agree. The man even glazed over his eyes. 

"Som ...! Can Sibu reconsider this decision?" Fahri still doesn't accept it. The person he loves must not suffer whatever happens he will continue to fight for Syafa. Cancelling the marriage was the first plan.

"Something that has been planned will not be easily canceled." Turned back and then lost behind the door.

Bejo got up from his seat. Approaching Fahri without looking at Syafa. The girl chose to go to her own room. Fahri was about to follow but his arm was restrained Bejo.

"We're talking outside."

The sound of melodious crickets splitting the sunyinya of the night. Bats chasing split the dark with his carefree. Two men were sitting quietly on the couch. One person gazed far in any direction with a chaotic feeling. The other was playing cigarette butts that lived half.

"An outrageous mom." Punching the mango tree which is the reinforcement of the cot.

Fahri has reached the height of his frustration. Clenched his hands again and punched again. Bejo stared at him while pressing the tip of the cigarette on the cot to death.

"Kang, can you please not be quiet. Dunka's not a good guy. Of course you know that, right?"

Bejo took a breath "Then what are you going to do?" Bejo's heavy voice added to Fahri's turmoil. Right, Fahri should have thought of a plan to cancel Syafa's marriage.

"I'm gonna do something you never imagined." Smirk evil.

"Very willing?" Fahri. His resolve is round.

"Don't be rash in making decisions. Sibu must have a good reason to continue this match."

Bejo tried to give understanding to persuade Fahri so that his bad intentions are canceled.

"My reason is also strong enough to annul Shafa's marriage."

Reassuring Bejo that Fahri's love for Syafa is real. Bejo can read both body languages.

"You'll be branded as an ungodly child."

"In war and in love everything is legitimate." Fahri can't take it anymore. He could have had a bigger fight with Bejo if he didn't leave immediately.

Bejo was silent for a while before leaving Fahri's house. And after Bejo's departure, Fahri walked cautiously towards Syafa's room. Damn the door in the lock from the inside.

Fahri did not dare to knock because the sound of his knocking will be heard in Sibu's room.

Fahri set foot again, passing through Sibu's room. The door's a little open. Fahri eavesdropped plus peeked through the door slit, settling quietly so as not to be caught.

A glass cabinet shifted automatically after Sibu shifted the Buddha statue attached to the wall. Fahri remembered very well, it was a statue that Sibu brought after returning from Malang, precisely Borobudur. A gift from his best friend who works as a sculptor.

Fahri. Peering until the door is half open. Sibu is already lost behind that door.

"What has Sibu been hiding all this time?" Fahri muttered only he heard. Fahri waited long enough, Sibu hasn't shown up yet. Because curious, Fahri followed the trail of the loss of Sibu of course after making sure the door closed perfectly.

Fahri circulated the view of doing the same movement that Sibu had done. Vertical sliding glass cabinet. Fahri watched him for a while. All this time he just knew this closet never changed places. But do not realize if there is a secret in it.

Fahri dyed alerted, it could have been Sibu caught wet action and ended with a tantrum.

A dim hallway there is a ladder down. About ten steps. A light is on in the middle. On the left right side there was only a pile of old books and some old cardboard. It is still clean even though it is worth calling a warehouse. Fahri just realized if there is a special room in his simple house.

The width of this room is only about twice four meters. The light hangs right in the middle of the room. At the very end of the head a woman stood upright beneath him.

"Mom, what is she doing?" fahri muttered looking for a hiding place.

"Sister, I will avenge every blood that has dripped on our family."

Sibu walked forward wiping the large photo frame. There was a pregnant woman sitting sideways on the right side holding her stomach. Beautiful once the woman, her dimples add to the sweet impression. His face was blissful.

Behind the woman were two boys standing tall the other holding the shoulder of a pregnant woman hugging dearly. The other one was laughing while embracing the boy beside him. There is another photo of the left side of the face is not visible because it is blocked Sibu. Only the thighs are visible. His hands held the hands of a pregnant woman.

Fahri tried to be able to see the photo clearly. But still blocked Sibu.

"Your son has grown into a handsome figure he's just like you. Strong and handsome. Unfortunately, his heart is so soft as yours brother-in-law. He's droning. How can I hurt her heart? The truth is bitter."

Sibu then shifted her body. Now he opened a chest that lay on the left side of his body. But what surprised Fahri was not the box. Except the photo on the wall.

"Who is he?"

Fahri shock until staggered hit the cardboard.

Brakkkk

"Famey!"

To be continued