I'm the Newspaper Seller

26. Whose fault?

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The pink flowers and the leaf of sight that had been released thinly sprinkled over the grave of Mr. Dewantoro. A gravestone bearing the name of Mr. Dewantoro accompanied by his date of birth and the date of his death were also written there.

Both of Bastian's shoulders jerked upwards. He cried so much that he could not bear the sadness of letting go of the angel who had made many sacrifices for him.

His heart was so sore, so sick so very, so sick, it was inconceivable what life would be like if there was no man in his life. Now who else will be next to him while only Mr. Dewantoro he has and now he has gone, gone far away leaving him. It'll never come back.

His father had gone to his mother too and now Mr. Dewantoro also followed their departure. One by one the mourners stepped away from Bastian along with his housemaids and also some loyal drivers accompanied Bastian.

"Father! Papa!"

The sound of screaming was so loud that Bastian turned his head. From here he could see Melinda who ran followed by her son named Reno. Melinda knelt beside the tomb of Mr. Dewantoro staring at the tombstone bearing the name of Mr. Dewantoro there.

Then not long after he turned his head to look at Bastian who was still beside him complete with sunglasses that covered both of Bastian's eyes.

"It must be because of you, right!" point it with both eyes still glaring.

"Sister Melinda mustn't accuse Bastian like that! The departure of the Father is already the will of God."

"You don't carry the name of God, yes! I know Papa died because of you. Because you're the one who didn't care for my Papa in the hospital! It is."

"No! Bastian never thought that way. I took good care of you."

"Alah, or maybe Papa died because you did not want to take care of Papa so you deliberately killed Papa so you do not bother to take care of my Papa, right ?"

Show it with a screaming voice.

"Gue didn't think it turned out that you were cunning," said Reno who now really judges Bastian.

"Astagfirullah, brother Melinda. I swear it! I had no intention and no such plan. I really love you with Mr. Dewantoro."

"Oh, a lot of your talk. Where there's a mouth to talk. If the killer is still the killer."

"I will not let you live happily. I will report you to the police station with the murder of my Papa" he threatened.

"Sister Melinda! I swear to you."

"Oath! I don't believe in your oath! Anyway I'll put you in jail."

"You have the heart, it killed my Papa," he continued, making Bastian now inexhaustible with all the accusations made for him.

"Sister Melinda! I know I'm just a foster kid but I never thought that."

"Even Bastian was afraid to disturb Melinda's sister. Melinda can think again how many times Bastian told Melinda's sister to come home but what? Sister Melinda does not want to go home and even rejects it raw," explained Bastian.

"God! Now even if you say correctly you are still wrong in my eyes! You're just a poor kid who used to be just a newspaper salesman's kid."

"I know that Bastian was a newspaper salesman and even Bastian was raised to be a child by Mr. Dewantoro."

"It's good you're still self-conscious"

"But not anymore" Bastian cut.

"Bastian is also Dewantoro's son."

The corner of Melinda's lips lifted stared so contemptuously at Bastian. At once he laughed at Bastian who had considered himself the son of Mr. Dewantoro.

"How dare you say you're my Papa's son!"

"No, it's not Bastian who said that but Mr. Dewantoro who told Bastian that this Bastian is Mr. Dewantoro's son."

"Yes he said it was because he felt sorry for you. Do you know?"

"Udah, Ma! No need to be on the other side of a gini. He was just a poor boy. The more diladenin the more destructive. Let's go!" take Reno and pull Melinda's wrist and take her away.

Bastian could see some of his servants and drivers whispering to each other. Hopefully they are not all affected by Melinda's speech.

Bastian took a long breath. He took off the glasses that had protected his eyes until he saw the two swollen eyes because he had been crying all night and this time he was crying again.

He did not cry because of the accusation but he cried because Melinda's brother did not seem sad about the death of his father even he just blamed himself for killing Mr. Dewantoro.

Whether he can do that, even he never thought to hurt Mr. Dewantoro even kill Mr. Dewantoro did not get there his mind.

Now look, no one's defending Bastian until he comes back crying. He sobbed until finally someone touched his shoulder made the patient turn to look at the driver who had always accompanied him.

"Don't worry! If, for example, Ms. Melinda wants to take the case to the police, then we'll all be ready to be witnesses."

"We are all ready to be questioned and we will say that Mr. Bastian is a good man and that charge we will deny."

"Right, we know who loves Mr. Dewantoro and who doesn't" said another.

"Rubber, Sir. Mrs Melinda does not love Mr. Dewantoro and who only loves Mr. Dewantoro is only Mr. Bastian," said another to make Bastian smile.