I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

CALL SUDDENLY

"Hallo, good day! With Dika Dewantara's brother?"

"Good day! Yes, yes, with myself. Who am I talking to?"

"We, from the Tamansari Police Department, asked Dika's brother to come immediately because Sister Vika Amalia is currently being secured at the Tamansari police station. He appointed you as his guardian."

"Sorry, sir! If I may know what the case is?"

"Vika Amalia sister we secured with a few more people due to the public uproar. For that we hope you come to take care of it!"

"Good, sir! Thanks confirmation. I try to get there right away now**!"

....

I'm stuck. Like a bolt of lightning, the sudden call from the police made my heart beat fast.

After making permission to go home to the office where I work, I rushed to Tamansari Police Station. Vika's there waiting for me.

"Mas!" Vika called me when she saw me enter the room after a police guard escorted me.

I said my regards, greeting some of the policemen who were sitting. Circularize view. Vika, the two bodyguards I hired to take care of Vika and the other one is Arif.

Arif's eyes were staring at me sharply. It was as if he was storing embers of fire ready to be thrown at me.

"Please sit Dika Dewantara's brother."

"Yes, thank you!"

"Look, sister Vika Amalia along with brother Jaka and brother Bondan Prakoso with brother Arifin Borne doing a commotion on the public road. After we secured it, it turned out that this was all a family matter. For that, there are some questions that we will ask you. Please answer honestly for the sake of smooth resolution of this problem."

"Attep, sir! This is the man who took my wife from Batam to Jakarta. I'm absolutely sure. I remember his face."

"Our Arifin brothers please wait for our inspection. And we hope for cooperation."

I looked at Arif and then looked at Vika who was starting to glare. Hhh.... I forget, this is purely their household matter.

"Brother Dika Dewantara. Is it true to know Vika's sister Amalia?"

"Yes, I know him."

"Since when?"

"To be exact since Batam it was about 8 months ago."

"Is it true, sister Vika joined the brothers to Jakarta when the brothers had work affairs in Batam at that time?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Is it the brother who asked her or Vika's sister who asked you to take her?"

"Vika begged me to take her to Jakarta. There were other witnesses who knew that, my assistant who was accompanying me."

"Do you know that sister Vika has a husband?"

"Yes I know."

"Why should a brother bring sister Vika who in fact has a husband and family?"

"When in addition to Vika who pleaded, I also watched Vika lying in the room IGD Batam hospital because of the harsh treatment of her husband. I also took care of all the administrative expenses at that hospital."

"Why did you not report the violence to the nearest police station but instead took sister Vika away from Batam without her husband's permission?"

"Mas Dika has advised me to continue to make a visa and report to the Police. But I'm too afraid to see him again, sir! I forced Dika. So this is purely my fault. Dika just helped me, sir! He is completely innocent of this." Vika explained firmly.

"We beg sister Vika to calm down. We're asking a question to Dika's brother."

"Sorry!"

"That's because you've been affected by this man. You can leave me when I'm on the verge of collapse due to bankruptcy and a lot of debt."

"lik! You're the culprit. You tortured me for 4 years in Batam, born my physical and spiritual bath. You can even sell me to your friends if you lose a gamble."

"Enough, enough! This is the Police station. Hope all calm down and appreciate us."

I just fell silent. Wake up from my pinched position. But I'm not a coward. I'll take responsibility for my mistakes because of my mother's feelings for Vika.

"Brother Dika Dewantara. You can be sued for kidnapping and destroying the household of others and can be placed in custody if proven to do all that. What brother does not think clearly when

help taking sister Vika from Batam to Jakarta?"

"I was thinking clearly. I even told Vika to make a visa and make a KDRT report and divorce well. But Vika looks so fragile that even shaking in cold sweat is so afraid of meeting her husband. I'm sorry for his external and mental injuries as well. But Vika says that her husband has become a demon. They do not have a marriage book so there is no need to meet face to face because Vika is afraid her husband will sell it again to a nightclub in Batam. I, as a man, saw a fragile woman being persecuted so sadistically by her own husband, was filled with grief. So with the force and humanity, I bought him a plane ticket also to Jakarta."

"Your business is done now. We ask you to solve the household problem properly and on the right track. If you are not satisfied or someone still feels that there is a problem that must be taken care of by the police, you can report with sufficient and concrete evidence. We can process it to the legal track according to the applicable procedures. Again, we hope that there will be no more public upfront commotion that disturbs the interests of others."

After our business was completed, we were allowed to leave the Tamansari police station.

"Look! I'm not just gonna let you guys go! Vika.... wait for me, and you. Look at my revenge!" said Arif dergerbang polsek with a soft but clear voice. Vika slid behind me.

"It's still in the precinct! I could have made a report on your threat, ********!" I am not afraid of his words.

"Hey, don't worry! I'll take back what was supposed to be mine. You don't have to be cynical with me! Just wait, I could've had you languishing for a few years in a cell! Don't take me for granted, bad luck guy!"

Arif goes by leaving me and Vika.

"I'll take care of our divorce as soon as possible. Let you be free to do anything with other women!" vika said a bit screaming. A few police officers looked at us.

Hhh.. I can only take a deep breath. My head feels. Vika took my hand. He took me to a tavern next to the police station. I followed.

"Sorry, mom! You got dragged into my problem" he said with bowed eyes. I just sighed. Reflect in silence.

"You guys just married Siri?" I remember what he said the other day.

"We are officially married. But while in Batam, he burned our marriage book so I couldn't report it and asked him for a divorce. That said. That's why I thought it was free to report that our marriage book was no more."

"You remain official and registered in the office of religious affairs. So you still have to run the divorce procedure properly even though the marriage book is no longer there because your name is still listed as a married couple, Vika!"

"Sorry, I really don't know that's the truth."

"You know how evil Arif is. The man will continue to do what he wants. No matter if you accept it or not. The point is, at this time, we must be ready with all his actions on us later. And I don't think that guy's gonna mess with his threats."

"Well, how are we supposed to be, ma'am?" The terrified Vika clasped tightly onto my two fingers with her hands full of sweat.

I repay. To feel comfort and trust in him. I was already stuck with him. It's not good to run away and wash your hands. Vika needs protection from me.

"Let's fight together!"

Vika cried close to my hand on her face. There was happiness in his eyes. He asked me to accompany him today at his home. I'm asserting. Ask Manto and Ciko for a break until 8 p.m. While I brought Vika home to Griya's house.

Mr. Iksan was shocked to see Vika being held by me. Since almost a week he was assigned at home, while Vika worked at Manto mas and Ciko concurrently became a driver.

"Miss why, mas?" ask sir Iksan worried. He hurriedly opened the door to Vika's room.

"We're from the police station, sir! Arif almost harmed Vika. Good thing Manto and Ciko are currently bandaging me to keep Vika."

"God willing!! That guy's the guy! There is no human soul at all. Why would that madman have to come and trouble non Vika again!" Mr. Iksan was very emotional to hear it. He knows Arif better than I do. Even Vika and her family's life is ruined because of Arif.

"I'm sorry, sir. I have to go to Vika first!" Mr. Iksan nodded in understanding. He left me with Vika and closed Vika's room immediately.

I could only wipe Vika's face drenched in sweat. Her pretty face looks pale. I took a wet tissue on the dresser. Gently clean her face from make up. His eyes are still closed. Vika was so exhausted that she fell asleep. Although occasionally he squirms and mutters like delirious. It was probably due to a sense of depression that suppressed his sadness.

I changed her clothes with a more comfortable nightgown. My heart was beating at the beautiful sight before me. Vika is so stunning. It is perfect that God created it with the beauty of its beautiful carvings.

But I don't want to be like a beast. I was so tempted. But right now, Vika is not just my sex-loving stuffed toy. This woman needs comfort. He was so fragile with his self-distrust in the midst of the many advantages that God gave him.

I finally realized, there is no true perfection in this world. All has Allah given according to the measure and the portion.

Like this beautiful woman lying weakly before me. He was rich from birth. Full of love from parents and those around them. Beautiful and nice too. Even including typical women who are not arrogant and picky in association. But it turns out the trials can be heavier than me and Ranti. He fell in first love with the wrong person. He only became a gold mine and not even judged at all even though all the wealth, self-esteem even his parents were deprived of him.

It was so sad, so worrying that my subconscious was interested in helping her out of the tangle of prolonged pain. Unfortunately I forgot, the snare is a living grass that continues to spread. And finally pulled us back entangled in that weed. It should have been from the beginning that I was slashed to death so that I could no longer trap us both into the vortex.

I forgot, my actions helped her backfire on me and Vika in the end. How stupid I was to forget all that. We are too overwhelmed with love. One word that should not make us forget ourselves. Hhhhh.. .