Love In The Wound

Chapter 43

"Oh so he's the one who's pregnant, Naima. Oh my goodness, Dikha. I thought you were alim, exodus pesantren kok even do contempt anyway?" someone's starting to know.

"No shame, call his father. Let them see, the behavior of this Sholehny son," continued someone again.

"Call the police, Rohman!" the Decree of Mr. Bhakti. I heard the words with a burning tone and it was very painful.

Quickly Bang Rohman reached into the cell phone, I saw him mention the name of the police. Address already, I didn't get Naima but will end up living in jail and I don't know when.

But I don't care that, I look at the Netra Naima who stands at the door is still flooded with tears. I'm sure he won't forgive the mistakes I've made.

I realized my mistake and today the Lord of power is showing me my sins and it has been seen by many.

After a while, I saw Dad coming to me. I closed these eyes again, why would I feel sorry for her. Surely after this Father's name will be the talk of the crowd.

"Dikha, what's going on, son?" he held both of my shoulders while both of my hands were still held by Bang Gino backwards.

"I'm sorry, Dad," I said with regret and pity that I couldn't stand. These tears are back. I'm really in a real slump.

Soon the police car arrived.

Prepare, Dikha.

Thought, weak. But this is better than me harboring a sin that never ends.

"Good day, sir. We got a report there's a pelecccehhan sekkksuaaal here, who's the suspect?"

"Corn, Sir. That's right, that's the guy just jail him!" point Rohman at me.

The chief of police, ordered his men to arrest me. These two hands were roughly pulled apart from the hands of Father who had wept bitterly.

These two hands were handcuffed, I really became a despicable suspect. In a despicable case.

Kulirik again Naima on the doorstep hoping he stopped this and forgave me but what I see now he instead chose to go inside left us.

That is your heart, Naima

"Sir, just imprison him. I'm not ridho my son is being harassed by this bastard!" urged Pak Bhakti.

"Sir, I beg you. Have mercy on my son. Dikha is only a khilaf, sir. She loves him so much, Naima." Father kneeled down and clenched his hands at Father Naima whom I believed would not be that easy to take me off.

"No, Sir. Dikha has already done the humiliation by smearing my face. Nine months of Naima being the subject of people, pregnant without a husband and that's a shame. Do you know how we feel? but all we can do is shut up and take it all in" replied Mr. Bhakti with his overflowing anger.

"I know, Sir. Dikha made a terrible mistake, and it was my fault that I too had failed to educate him." I saw Dad looking down helplessly and it hurt my feelings as a child he was so proud of.