My Father is Not a Criminal

The Part 58

That night, at Dika's house. Rika looked as if she was walking around restlessly in her room. The disappointment and annoyance he felt from the morning, still lingered in his heart.

Dika is also waiting for an opportunity to be able to come to Rika's room. The man knows, Rika will throw a tantrum if her wishes tonight are not resolved. He was still waiting for his wife to go to sleep. But it seems that drowsiness is reluctant to alight on Vinda. The woman was still cool in telling stories, even though Dika was saturated with hearing it.

The hour hand showed at 23:15. But Winda still talks about his patients. Boring, Dika's inner. The more days, Winda increasingly looks boring in Dika's eyes. Winda's appearance impressed as it is, making Dika assume the woman can not take care of herself. Moreover, the fertile body of Winda who often sweats. It gives off a very unpleasant smell.

It is very different from Rika who is good at taking care of herself. Her slim body was also always fragrant. Makes Dika feel at home, to be close to him. Rika's spoiled attitude, made Dika moved to always protect the woman. Winda and Rika, like the heavens and the earth.

Finally, Dika used a way of pretending to be asleep, because he was tired of hearing Winda chirping. A pretty powerful way. Because next, the willa is silent and begins to snore.

Dika squinted one eye, making sure the Wife had flown to dreamland. The soft snoring that sounded, made Dika condense a happy smile. With tiptoeing, Dika got down from the contest.

Damnit damnit! Arriving at the kitchen located next to Rika's room, Bik Sari was standing in front of the stove. The old woman was heating up the rest of the vegetables. Why does it have to be midnight? Why not after dinner? Intentionally?

"Ehem. What's up, Bik?"

"Eh, Father. Heat some vegetables, sir. It's a pity that it's stale. Last afternoon I forgot."

"Oh that. Yeah, Bik. This abis rest! It's night!"

Aunty simply nodded, facing back towards the stove. Lopsidedly smiles. After pretending from the bathroom, Dika immediately went back into the room. Shit, his desire is not resolved anymore.

The cold air of dawn, made Rika wake up. Apparently the woman was asleep, tired of waiting for Dika who never came to his room. The anger came again. If only this cold dawn had been Dika.

Even in a different room, Dika also woke up. Cold air disturbed his sleep. The wife also approached him. But, what is this smell? Makes her stomach nauseous. Wind, it's rude.

Dika set foot down from the bed. Covering the body of the wife with a blanket, so that she feels comfortable. Also a big roll, tied to the wife's body. Let the Winda think it was him.

Slowly, Dika stepped closer to the door. Turn it around, and come out without making a sound.

Arriving in the kitchen, no Bik Sari cooking as usual, safe. Dika sneaks into Rika's room, her babysitter.

"Why didn't you come here last night?" rika asked while pouting.

"The fat Elephant does not want bobo," replied Dika while starting to busy activities.

"Tok the nutmeg! Let's faint."

"Neighbor!"

"The doctor won't sleep."

Rika helped Dika. Both were equally busy. Worked so hard, until the flood of sweat. The dawn was very cold. Bik Sari alone was outside the room, shivering. Growled.

With wide steps, the old woman went to her master's room. Without knocking on the door, the old woman walked in. Sighing, seeing the Madam still snoring.

"Him, Mistress! Awake, New!"

Bik Sari patted Winda's cheek slowly and shook her shoulder for the woman to wake up. Winda just switched positions. Back snoring.

"Him! Awake, New! Gawat nih, Mr again in Rika's room!"

Winda opened his eyes. Then jump up. His head hit the edge of the bed. It must hurt a lot.

"What, Bik?"

"Mr, Him. Now it's in Rika's room. Aunt saw him sneak in. Come Him! We'll catch them wet!"

Arriving at TKP, Rika's room door was locked tightly. The door was broken, it could not be closed unless it was locked from the inside. There was a sound of breathing, a sign that the occupants of the room were working hard. Winda installed his phone with video recording mode. Then gave the code to Bik Sari, to stand guard outside the window of the room heading out. She didn't want her husband to escape from there.

Bik Sari nodded, while smiling obliquely. Before disappearing behind the exit, grabbing a broom. Must be the head bump that will meet the handle.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ... Tok

Winda knocked on Rika's room door, holding back the anger that was rising. Instantly the sound of breathing in the room stopped. Silent.

Gts ... Gts ... Tok

Return to Winda knocking on the door. Holding down wanted to break down the room door. Growled.

"RIKA WAVES! OPEN DOOR!!"

There's still no answer.

"HIS ... MADAM! THERE'S MALING NIH, HER!! RUN AWAY FROM THE WINDOW."

BAG BUG BAG BUG

The sound of Bik Sari's cry broke the silence of dawn. There was also the sound of the old woman swinging her broom handle. Rushing Winda ran out, staying with the phone camera with recording mode.

"WHERE, BIK? WHERE'S MALINGNYA? LHO??? MAS DIKA??"

Winda pretended to be surprised, seeing Dika holding his head that got a double greeting from Bik Sari's broom.

"Ii .. Yes, Ma. Pa ... Papa came out hearing Bik Sari's scream. But even Papa is thought to be a thief."

Dika stroked his head on the bump. Bik Sari just grinned. Winda smiled cynically.

"Can you, Bik Sari was wrong? Where's papa in position?"

"Ma ... Papa from the front. Abis take a walk."

"Oh, Papa's tumben-tumbenan early morning walk?"

"Ma ... Papa can't sleep. Sultry. That's why you take a walk."

"Oh, so?"

"Iii .. yes, Ma."

"Now, Papa's headache has a broomstick?"

"Sa .. It hurts, Ma."

"But it's not as painful as my heart that you've betrayed, Pa. Get you out of here! Don't bring anything! All my possessions, my parents' legacy! remember that! You enter this house with only birds!"

Winda left Dika who was still surprised to hear his wife's decision. Wanna argue. But guts shrieked, looking at the broom handle Bik Sari held. The old woman grinned.

"Hello, Gaes. That was my husband, who was battered by a broomstick by my Aunt, Bik Sari. Bik Sari thinks my husband is missing. Being caught out of the window. Don't get me wrong, Gaes! Not my bedroom window, but my babysitter's window. Did you see that, Gaes? What is my husband's facial expression? Don't forget, like, comment, and share."

Winda ended his early morning live stream with a laugh. Laughs, of course.