Conquering Boss Killer

Searching for the whereabouts of Ridho

“Ciye, who wants to marry. Sumringah really,” ledek Radit on the sister who just joined the dining table.

“Beginning that morning with a smile,” refute Bilqis while sitting in the chair he just moved right next to his sister.

“Masa? Usually, if you want to work, his face is very good. Now no, huh? Because the killer boss is already in the grasp of.”

Bilqis mentoyor the younger brother's forehead. “Sok know.”

Radit laughed too.

Then, Laila came carrying three dishes of fried rice. “Udah don't argue early in the morning! Later on you guys fight.”

“Iya, continue Mbak Qis nangis ngadu ngadu mama,” sahut Radit who is still attached Bilqis.

“Ye .. Did I still have a child?” Bilqis will not lose.

“Emang. Dating has never been.”

“Biarin, but already want to marry we ..” Bilqis reply to his sister by sticking out her tongue. “From next door neighbors dating mulu, ga marriage continues to be pregnant just married.”

“Hus .. Bilqis.” Laila warns her daughter's mouth not to open the disgrace of others.

“Lah, Bilqis said it was just the same family doang, Bu.”

“Ya, still, it's someone else's disgrace. shouldn't be spelled out,” replied Laila.

Bilqis pursed his lips while reaching for the rice presented. Laila always covered the water of Asti's children, their next-door neighbors, but Asti did nothing similar. Bilqis was upset that his neighbor was always looking for a gap in his fault.

Laila, Radit, and Bilqis enjoy their breakfast with a plate of home-cooked fried rice topped with sausage and omelet. Not to forget, Laila tucked the cucumber and emping beside her.

“Oh, yes Ma'am. Next week, I'm with you going to Malang.”

Bilqis looked towards the younger brother who had just finished speaking. With his mouth still chewing and his hands still holding the cutlery, Bilqis responded to his sister's words. “You what?”

“Loh, why? Yes, find your father. You will marry, who will be your guardian if not your father later.”

“Kan can be replaced Radit, Bu,” replied Bilqis as he knew.

“Iya, right. Radit can indeed replace, but once we find out where your father is first. I also asked this to Ustadzah Zahra.” Laila mentioned the name of guru najai who became the head of the study of mothers in his complex.

“When, if it is not found or located in a distant place, a maximum of eighty-two kilometers from where we live, just represented by your father's grandfather, your father's father, or your younger brother,” continued Laila.

“Yes, geez. Ribet is very ma'am. That's it, why Bilqis won't marry. Ribet. This was all due to the mistake of the venerable Mr. Ridho.”

Radit nodded, agreeing with the elder brother while still chewing.

“Bilqis, can't be so.” Laila still wants to save Ridho's reputation in front of her two children, but Ridho's reputation as Bilqis' biological father and Radit's already collapsed before Laila tries to maintain. And it's all because of the man himself.

“Lagian Mbak, Let the judge marry you. I'm still wicked. My prayers are still in the middle,” chirped Radit when he imagined he would be a guardian for his brother.

“Loh, your prayers are still very helpful indeed, Dit?” ask Laila not to believe it.

Radit was angry. “Hehehe .. Maaaf, Mom. If you are not intentionally.”

“Alesan tuh, Bu.” Bilqis deliberately pumps. When else can bully the sister who likes to bully him.

“Bilqis see also every dawn, he woke up late Bu,” Bilqis to the Mother again.

“Wah, really stove,” annoyed Radit at the brother who was happy to see the sister scolded by his mother.

“Yesterday doang, Mom. Pas again stay up late finish the thesis. If now not,” refutes Radit.

“Long tuh, Mom. Fajr same Isya, Radit still likes ninggalin tuh.”

Sontak Radit rounded his eyes towards the older brother. But Bilqis laughed and left. Radit wanted to leave and get up from the chair.

“Eh, where are you going, Dit?” ask Laila who wants to set her son up again.

“Ke campus, Bu.”

“Ke what campus? Not that you are waiting for a trial. Here first, I want to talk.”

Radit scratched his nape that was not itchy while grinning, because the reason could be guessed by the mother, because Radit knew after this the mother would definitely lecture him for the next two hours.

Radit looked at the smiling brother winning.

“Dah my dear sister ..” Bilqis laughs her sister's waving. Then take the bag and go to the office.

“Awas yes, Mbak!”

Bilqis' smile continued to bloom. Today he got a mood booster from his sister.

****

In a tall building right in the center of town, Alex sits down with Bimo.

“You've researched it again?” alex asked while looking at all the reports the assistant handed over.

This time it was not a report on office work, but rather a report from the results of an investigation about Bilqis' father that Alex ordered to Bimo.

“Yes, I did not find his whereabouts, Sir.” Bimo. He had already traced Mr. Ridho, as Bilqis and Radit call him when Laila mentioned his father.

“Last note shows, Mr. Ridho was admitted to Kencana hospital for a single accident about less than twenty-two years ago. Then, after that his identity was not found again.”

Bilqis was four years old and Radit was eight months old.

“Try to browse his family?” ask Alex again.

“No access indicated his family. I only found information that Mr. Ridho was born in the city of Malang. The third of three children. Her brother died three years ago of a coronary heart attack. Furthermore, I have not found again.that's also I got info from the medical track record at the hospital xxx.” Bimo gave a description of Bilqis' background.

Alex was not silent. He knows when a daughter is getting married then what is needed is a guardian. Although Alex has Chinese blood, but for culture and religion is thicker to the blood of the mother who is of Malay descent from the neighboring country.

Alex nodded, receiving all the reports and explanations from Bimo. “Alright, thank you Bim.”

Chequelek

Suddenly the door of Alex's room opened and displayed the figure of Bilqis who was carrying coffee as usual. Suddenly, Alex and Bimo looked in that direction and no longer talked about the topic they were originally talking about. Suddenly the person being talked about came.

“Ups, sorry. There are people yes. Sorry, Sir. I forgot to knock on the door first,” Bilqis said as he glanced at Alex and Bimo quarantined. “Why the hell? How come his face is so tense? Has any tender failed?” ask Bilqis plain.

Alex immediately tidied up the report and placed it in the drawer. “Oke, Bim. You can go to your room.”

Bimo nodded. “Good, Sir. I'm ready if something is needed.”

“Oke.” Alex nodded.