My Father is Not a Criminal

Chapter 24

Dika rode his motorcycle to pick up Tasya, grumbling. As a result of Winda woke up his sleep by shouting, so Dika fell from the sofa, and his head was bumped.

Unintentionally, Dika sees Sueb, her former partner is walking with a bent face. Dika immediately pulled his bike over next to Sueb.

"Eh you, Bro. Where you going?" ask Sueb who is surprised.

"Biasalah, go get Tasya. Why that blistering face, you fighting again with your wife?"

"Well that's it, you know for yourself, my wife is how she is, Matre."

"That's your pain, bro. Who also asked to find a beautiful wife. In part it is not the name matre, because beautiful it also requires a lot of capital, skin care is expensive."

"Hadeh, this again, even belain my wife."

Sueb seemed increasingly upset, because Dika instead justifies the nature of his wife's double eyes.

"You know what, bro? Mas Bakir died, this I also just returned to his home."

"Back Mas? Which one's your neighbor?"

"Yes, who went to jail because of us."

"Our hell, bro? He's just another apes!"

"Rules, we're the ones who go to jail, because it's us who took the woman's life. Mas Bakir was being unlucky, because it happened to pass by in that place."

"Oh yeah, he's dead too, we want to turn ourselves in to the police and won't make him alive again right? Yes, we enjoy our lives!"

Dika sighed. Sueb does not know Pak Bakir and his family, so it can behave during the bodo period, knowing Pak Bakir has died. While Dika who know their family closely, has a mental burden.

"You're good, don't know their families, do I? They consider my family, like brothers. I can't bear to see their lives now."

"Keep what you want, bro?"

"Okay, I don't know either. I want to help them too they must refuse."

"Well, don't think about it!"

When he sighed again, telling Sueb about the death of Pak Bakir was also free, his friend did not have empathy at all.

"I'll get Tasya first, bro. I pray your wife doesn't sulk anymore."

Dika immediately put forward his motorbike, without waiting for a response from Sueb. Though Sueb was about to ride to the highway, Dika no longer care.

"Basar friends never eat school bench, play nyelonong aja kayak lenong," said Sueb.

QUIN ... NiiiiiiN ...

The sound of the motor horn so loud that Sueb again cursed. Mus, Sueb's co-worker who had just honked, only grinned at receiving his partner's swearing.

"Where are you going, bro, where are you walking? I think I'm gini, get on the bike."

"Don't bother, I'm upset, I want to eat people!"

"Lha why upset, not just get a satisfying service from your beautiful wife, because bring home a sack of money?"

"Boro-boro got service, which my wife asked for divorce, because she wanted to marry Juragan Rojali again."

"Why can it?"

"My wife knows, I'm having fun with Mira, when she's snooping and going home to her parents."

Moments later Mus broke up, laughing at the misfortune that his friend Sueb had experienced. Mus's tears came out, because he laughed too much, while Sueb was getting annoyed.

PLASTERED

Sueb hit the helmet Mus was wearing with his hand, but Sueb's hand was in pain, making the man even more upset. Mus just grinned to see the behavior of his friend.

"I want to go to Mira's place, spend some money. Honey, isn't this sack of money if it doesn't run out?" sueb said as he patted the wallet in his pants pocket.

"Come if that's it, go up! We had fun together. Don't you think your wife asked for the divorce, if there is money, can find another wife who is more beautiful than her!"

"Yup, that's right you said, bro."

Sueb and Mus immediately left with a motorbike, they both seemed to be laughing. How to drive a careless Mus, making some bikers who almost nudged, swearing.

In fact, a mother-mak who came home from picking up her son at school, fell because he almost got hit by a motorcycle Mus. But Mus did not stop to help, even more forward his bike while laughing.

"LACK OF TEACHING, HOPEFULLY YOU, FAST MODAR!" curse the mother while holding her crying child.

"Wow, bad you, bro. What if the mother and the child were okay, would pity," protested Sueb.

"Huh, you're wearing a pretentious care for your mother. Remember, Bro! We are stingy, not once twice we make people die, the clay of the mother fall just you be kasian? Weak you, Bro."

Sueb only sighed, there was no point in arguing with Mus either. Mus is famous as the king of the heart, he never hesitate to finish his victims when in action.

BRRAAAKKK

A tronton truck that lost control, due to brake blong, suddenly slid from the front. No doubt, the motor driven by Mus and Sueb can not avoid.

The road users who saw the incident directly, suffocated in horror, including the mothers who had fallen because of being hit by a Mus motorbike.

"Oh, my karma is always there" said the mother, closing her mouth.

"That's what hit the bike, right?"

"Yes, Sir. Where was nyelonong bae did not apologize. About, it's still alive isn't it, sir?"

"Kayak e anyway killed on the spot, Ma'am. Wong's bike just ruined like that."

"Gosh my god."

Suddenly the streets in that place were completely jammed. Dika who will pass after picking up Tasya stuck in traffic.

"What the hell's stuck in gini, Pa?" ask Tasya.

"It looks like there was an accident, son."

"Oh, long time no jam, Pa? Tasya is hungry."

"Yes Papa don't know, stuck for long what not, Papa is not a shaman."

"Emang if the shaman, can you know, jammed until when?"

Dika can not answer the questions of his son, somehow the son of Kindergarten now on critical-critical thinking. Making parents sometimes die of lice, not expecting his son can ask like that.

"Well, why not just shut up, right, Tasya, time is not answered?"

"Papa confused answer, because Papa is not a shaman," replied Dika origin.

The man returned to advance his motorbike, although slowly, riding a motorbike can break the mutilations. The closer to the center of the traffic jam, the more unpleasant Dika feeling, no idea what caused it.

"Later, in front of it, you don't look to the right, son! Look to the left, or you can also crumple."

"What's wrong, Pa?"

"Little children can't see accidents, ghosts come to bed."

"Okay, Pa. Tasya doesn't want ghosts, afraid."

When he saw the trontoon truck that rolled over, also the motorbike that became a victim. The man frowned, because he felt familiar with the motorcycle that was the victim of an accident.