Moon In Hugs

Chapter 217

After the men stormed Uncle Salim's house, Dirga and his two friends were nowhere to be seen. They were busy harassing Diana who was forced not to go home to her apartment in Jakarta.

Diana knew all the bad luck that befell Uncle Salim was Dirga.

“You better stop doing this. Do you know what the consequences are if I expose your behavior?” diana said furiously in her rented living room.

“Unload it if you have proof. Obviously, I work clean. No proof at all!” dirga said casually. It was like he was ready to hit Diana with all her interpretations.

“Your body! Don't you think because you're Mr. Lurah's son, you can do as you please!” reply Diana who retreated and retreated away from the encirclement of Dirga, Bandi, and Pirlo.

“Already dong, Diana. I'm tired of this! Mending you give up. Come on, we are dating and all the problems Mr. Salim can immediately clean up,” said Dirga who now began to sassy touching the shoulder of Diana who happened to be wearing a short-sleeved shirt at the time.

“Go! You all go! Wait until Deri comes and hits you three!” snapped Diana.

Bandi and Pirlo laughed.

Dirga said, “Deri is a moron. He was in the shop and was eating. He did not know that the drink prepared by the owner of the stall in the kitchen had given us sleeping pills! Hahaha!”

“Yes, and now your body guard is again fun to snore in the shop!” sahut Bandi with satisfaction.

Diana did not dwell and finally chose to run out through the back door. He went to Uncle Salim's house, which is now surrounded by residents. The old man was asked all sorts of questions which of course he did not know why it could be so.

“I never sell poisonous yams! I always sell newly purchased ones from the market!!”

“Then, it is impossible for Aris and Mr Rahman to be poisoned!” said one citizen.

“Kok can? Mr. Rahman never bought yams in me, nor did his wife!” uncle Salim was astonished.

“Yes. Rahman did not buy. But he was trying to prove that the sweet potato is not poisonous. Uh, it's also a hit!”

Diana could not do much, except calm the citizens who were beginning to burn with emotion. Fortunately there is a pretty good-natured RT chairman, named Pak Bambang. He loaned his car to take the two men to the hospital.

Mr. Bambang also tried to calm the people.

Diana said to Mr. Bambang while the citizens were still busy throwing words at each other and attacking Uncle Salim with many questions.

“Pak RT, I know Mr. Salim an honest man. That yam must have been poisoned by some man. If you can, let's prove who bought Pak Salim's yam today. They poisoned or not?”

That solution makes sense for RT. And so, he said, “You calm down first, gentlemen, Mothers! Calm down! Don't play this accusation! Now I ask, who bought Pak Salim yam today?”

Some people raised their hands.

“Well, it's eaten yet?” continue Diana. “If you have, what are you and your Mom poisoned?”

“Unfortunately we haven't eaten, son,” said a middle-aged mother.

“Yes, and now we will not want to eat after two poisoned citizens!” said another buyer.

Mr. Bambang tried to calm the citizens who were increasingly moaning, but unfortunately could not. Of course Dirga soon came as a wolf in sheep's clothing. He suddenly became the guardian angel for Uncle Salim.

“Hey, instead of you guys making a fuss like this, we should just finish it in a family way!” dirga shouted in the crowd of people.

“What do you mean?”

“Yes, Mr. Salim only needs to pay compensation to the victim. That'sthat's all. And later we make sure he doesn't sell any more toxic stuff!” dirga Sahut.

Residents seemed to agree with the proposal. After all, Mr. Salim was old and they felt sorry for him as well.

“Nah, peace affairs between Mr. Salim and two victims let me and Mr. Lurah take care of. I know very well Diana who took care of Mr. Salim all this time. You guys don't worry,” Dirga said as she glanced at Diana full *****.

Diana wanted to gush him with an expletive, but it didn't seem like she could do it now. It seems like Dirga has a certain tactic and he still needs to keep waiting.

Mr. Bambang tried to mediate, helped solve this problem once all residents returned home. But Dirga said, “Pak RT just go home. Let us finish.”

Dirga looked at the man with a familiar gaze. A meaningful gaze: You better get out of the way before the unlucky crucifixion like this Mr. Salim.

Finally, the reliable RT sir did not dwell either. Forced to retreat for fear of dealing with the arbitrary Dirga. The citizens in the meantime were also a little doubt what Dirga would do is right or not? They think the most important thing is that Aris and Pak Rahman were treated.

Now there are only Dirga, Bandi, Pirlo, Diana, and Uncle Salim on the porch of the house.

“This is my home! You don't fuck around!” It seems Uncle Salim already knows who is behind all this.

Once inside, Dirga issued a letter of agreement. Diana wondered what the letter contained?

“Delivery of a number of land belonging to Mr. Salim if unable to pay for the medicine and the entire hospital bill for Aris and Mr. Rahman,” said Dirga.

“How is it possible? This is definitely making it up!” sambar Diana, who was irritated by Dirga's cunning.

“Oh, yes. Coulda. Otherwise, there will be more poisoning cases in this village that bother Mr. Salim,” said Dirga with a look that now looks very serious.

“What does it mean?” ask Diana.

“Show me the photo,” said Dirga turned to Bandi.

Bandi pulled out his phone and opened the gallery, then showed a photo of a number of yams dumped on the edge of the rice field. The yam is greenish in color, looks unnatural and clearly contains toxins.

“Well, you know what that means? These villagers were stupid and easily incited. Mr. Salim has been branded intoxicating his buyers. Maybe the goal is to sell fresh yam, then he gave the chemical medicine for what to let the sweet potato look good. And it turns out it was even toxic,” said Dirga.

Diana said nothing, still trying to string the direction of Dirga's words.

“Then,” said Dirga continued, “because the yam failed to be given medicine, he immediately threw it into the rice field. If it is not taken until tomorrow morning, the rice field and the pad will contain poison. It belongs to the people. You can imagine how angry they would be if it happened.”

Diana also slammed the ashtray in front of her, until it hit the foot of Bandi, who complained of pain. “Now you get rid of that yam from the rice fields! Go, hurry! How can you accuse Mr Salim so?”

“Masa? Just check the hardware cabinet,” said Dirga with an expression that again looks calm.

Diana was impatient and ran into the kitchen. Checking Uncle Salim's tooling cabinet. There are bottles of chemical drugs that are for nothing. He obviously knew there weren't any of those bottles this whole time. Dirga and his two friends put it there when the citizens storm ahead.

“You can do this. I was wrong what?” Uncle Salim could only bow down.

“Your bastard, Dirga,” growled Diana.

“Well, if this agreement doesn't have to happen, I can still ask for something else,” said Dirga staring at Diana meaningfully.

Diana could not think anymore. He could have been looking for yams in the rice fields, but in this village, the rice fields are so vast. Is there enough time to find out which swaths Dirga and his friends have poisoned to get to him?

Ah, yes, Diana was sure that was Dirga's main goal. Because, he immediately heard Dirga say, “You must marry me. After another agreement you signed with me, Mr. Salim is free.”

“What the hell is this?!” diana could not take it anymore.

Uncle Salim immediately held back the angry Diana did not want to slap the Dirga.

Uncle Salim said he was willing to sign all that, as long as the sweet potatoes he never threw in the rice field were removed so that the rice fields were not poisoned.

Deri came at that moment. He was angry, but in vain. Although he heard Diana's testimony, he also did not know where the sweet potatoes were dumped.

“Please, let me think first, Dirga. I have to talk to Aditya first,” said Uncle Salim.

“Cannot. Mr. Salim must sign now,” said Dirga impatiently.

Diana swiftly snatched the paper, tore it apart as fast as she could and threw it on the floor.

“Well, what can you do now! Come on, Bang Deri, quickly phone Aditya!” said Diana.

“Your son of a bitch, yes,” grumbled Dirga. Now he feels really ridiculous. He should have brought a paper copy of the agreement for Uncle Salim, but they were too hurried.

Dirga, Bandi, and Pirlo leave after threatening to return with a paper containing the same agreement.

“What should we do?” diana asked Deri.

Deri looks restless as Aditya does not pick up the phone either. In fact, shortly after that his number could not be reached.

“Let me find that yam. I'll ask the citizens for help,” said Deri.

He left that night, picking up some of the people he knew to help Uncle Salim.

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