Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)

SS. 04. Exactly Like Him

Dusk began to dim bashfully, trying to hide the shine of his sin to the western horizon.

The office atmosphere began to calm. One by one the occupants began to leave the work area. Same with Alfatih and Reza.

"Sore Sir." Sapa Reza as she sees her young boss coming out of the study.

"Sore."

"Sir Al wants to go home ?"

"Yes, but I still want to stop by the minimarket for a bit."

"Do I need to take it ?"

"No, thanks. I'll just take Dad's car."

"Okay sir, be careful on the road."

Reza handed over an innova reborn car contact that used to be used by the late Danu works. Since Danu's departure for good, the car has always been parked in his office garage.

The streets look very crowded, because it coincides with the number of people who end work activities. Then the vehicle made Al feel a little dizzy.

"Huf."

Al breathed a sigh of relief, when the innova reborn black color can enter the parking area of a minimarket.

Before long, what he was looking for had already been obtained. According to Mother's message before returning home from work, she asked to buy formula for Nindya and some vitamins to maintain the endurance of her small family.

"The total is three hundred and seventy-two thousand rupiahs." Cashier minimarket.

Alfatih handed over several hundred thousand bills.

"The return."

"Thank you."

"Thank you, we are waiting for your return."

Crane..kring...

He took the cellphone that had inhabited his pocket since. It says 'Mother' on the main screen.

"Assalamu'alaikum Bun."

"Wa'alaikumsalam Nak, Al did not forget Mother's order."

"No Bun, this is me just out of the minimarket, soon to the house." Al replied as he hurried to where he parked his car.

"Aaaa.... !!!! Watch out, step aside, please brake it blong." Shouted a woman who peddled her wares by riding a pancal bike.

It was not a shout offering his hawker that sounded, but a shout of warning to dodge.

Only then did Al realize the loud voice that was pointing at him, it was too late.

Gedubrakkk...!

A pretty violent impact he felt on the elbow of his right hand.

The groceries he was tenting about, fell apart. However, what he felt was nothing much, compared to the agonizing groan of a girl who had just hit him.

"Oh, sick."

Realizing that, Al immediately ran. Not far from where he fell, Al saw a girl banging her bike to stop.

"Are you okay ?" Al asked a little worried.

The girl was still downcast enduring the pain without answering Al's question.

"Hey, are you okay ?" Ask Al back.

"Sorry sir, forgive me. I accidentally hit you. I'm sorry sir, my brakes aren't working properly." Whimpering begs.

"Hmmmmm..."

It turned out that he ducked not only from feeling pain, but also from enduring fear.

Alfatih collected back his scattered merchandise and let him lament his grief.

The girl was aghast in shock and immediately took care of her wares, after seeing that the person she hit was not angry, but instead helped her.

"Thank you, sir, it's okay. Let me clean up for myself, sir." Nervous speech.

I don't know what was on Al's mind at the time. He stopped his hand activity when Al accidentally saw the look on the face of the girl who hit him earlier.

"God, his face is very similar to her." Mumbled wailing. He barely even heard it himself.

'He ? Who does this person mean by Him ?' Ask the girl in your heart. But still continue to clean up the merchandise, as if not hearing anything.

"Sorry sir, is it okay sir ?" Asked the girl who was still astonished to see Al's behavior.

"Oh... No, you yourself are there any injuries ?"

"No sir, I'm fine."

"It's okay, sir, thank you. I can still bring it myself." Answer it just as it passes.

"Hey, wait !"

Al's screams he doesn't care.

If only there was no incoming phone on his phone, it would feel like Al was chasing and knowing who the owner of a face similar to his late sister.

Yep... 'She' by which Al meant Kinanti, the only woman who ever troubled her heart.

The face that had slowly faded from his mind, the gini reappeared with a different figure.

Allah is all-knowing, as if this meeting had been a signal to him. There was still a puthu ayu cake lying right by her feet.

the Princess Ayu

That's the way the cake is written.

Al immediately put his vehicle back on. His eyes rolled around the outskirts of the road, yet he lost track of it.

It was getting dark and required Al to return home soon. Although in his heart he still remembered - remember the incident this afternoon.

Elsewhere, a girl was sobbing, sobbing lamenting her fate.

"You think, Bulek made this money !"

"I'm sorry Bulek." Whimper memelas.

"Just apologize, sorry, you can replace all the Bulek merchandise that you destroyed !"

The more the girl apologized, the more Bulek got angry with her.

'I'd rather be quiet than Bulek get angry with me.' Thought in the heart.

"From today, Bulek doesn't care anymore ! Before you change all Bulek merchandise, don't expect Bulek to feed !" His impact.

"But Bulek_"

Krompyanggggh .... !!!

Not finished the girl begged, an aluminum pan had already floated up against the temple and fell to the floor causing a very loud sound.

"Mom, what's going on ? Why is it so messy ?" Paklek Arman asked, when he found out his kitchen was a mess because of his wife's anger.

"Ask your favorite niece !" His impact was louder, while passing away leaving his husband and son, as well as his nephew who was moaning in pain.

"What else is it ! You make trouble again, so mom gets angry - so angry !" Ask Astrid, the son of Paklek Arman who just came home from school with Uncle.

The girl just remained silent, ducking with the pain, while tidying up the messy stuff.

"Why shut up ! Answer Ma'am !" Impact again.

"Astrid ! you've gone inside." Pinta Uncle.

"Keep sir, keep on building. Damn carrier !" Astrid passed away.

"Tata, I'm sorry Uncle. Uncle can't take good care of you."

Uncle's words contained many regrets.

"It's okay Uncle, Tata is grateful to still have a good Uncle Arman with Tata."

"Yes, you take a bath and treat your wounds. This let Uncle take care of it."

"But later Bulek_"

"Already, don't think about your Bulek. As long as there's Uncle here, your Bulek doesn't dare to mess around anymore."

"Thank you Uncle."

°Anita Astutiningty

Yes, that poor girl is named Anita. Many people call him Tata. Before living like in the hell of this world, Anita lived with both parents who loved her very much.

Just like Nindya who had to lose both her parents while still needing a lot of attention, only fate distinguishes the two.

Since the departure of her father and mother for good, little Anita was taken care of by Pakleh Arman and Bulek Rukmini. But it was not the substitute affection he had, but rather the mental and physical pressure he had received.

Moreover, Astrid's attitude was always unfair towards him.

°Astrid Maharani

The only daughter of Paklek and Bulek Arman. His age is the same as Anita, but his nature and behavior are the same as the fierce Rukmini Bulek and judes.

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