My Father is Not a Criminal

Part 62's

Dika walked while staggered. His head feels heavy. What happened today weighed heavily on his life. The wife's voice when doing mes*m. Expelled from home. Running out of money. Complit.

When the night approached, Dika no longer knew where to go. There's nowhere to go. The man has lost it all since he was evicted from his wife's house.

Dika decided to start his old job again. Jobs that do not require capital. Only determination and courage. And luck. Yeah, back to being a begal.

The rest of the money in the wallet, it's been dika a knife. A regular kitchen knife, but one that looks pretty sharp. Buying it is also easy, because no one will suspect, what the knife is for.

On a fairly quiet road, Dika waited for his prey. Pray that this time it will work. But it's totally impossible. How could God grant the prayer of a begal, to succeed in execution?? Of course not!

Long enough waiting. Dingy. Weary. Bited by mosquitoes. All Dika went with the rest of his patience. Amidst the pain in the throbbing head. Also the hunger that is wrapped around the stomach. The last food that Dika ate, was food from the Bu Bakir stall. Earlier morning.

Finally, the long-awaited one from earlier, appeared as well. A grandfather, seems to be riding his motorcycle. Slowly go, like creeping. Apparently, grandfather had a problem with vision. Therefore, he very slowly drove the motor, splitting the night.

Dika emerged from hiding. Crashed into Grandpa's motorcycle. Kontan, the Grandpa was shocked and fell off his bike.

"AMNOW! WHY ARE YOU, YOUNG MAN? MABOK?"

Grandpa was upset. The sudden appearance of Dika almost made Grandpa's heart retire to beat. Grimacing in pain, the Grandfather tried to escape the crush of his motor. Dika was still lying on the asphalt, pretending to faint.

"Hey, are you okay, young man?"

The Grandfather approached Dika and was about to shake his body to wake up. But swiftly, Dika attacked the old man. Pretty good fight. When I never thought, the old man was not as weak as he looked.

"BASIC CRAZY! WHAT DO YOU WANT, HUH? WANT TO ROB ME?"

The old man looked angry. Then retaliated against Dika's blind attack. Very frisky. The Grandfather easily broke Dika's attack, even turning around to attack.

"AHH, GOD, CAKE!!"

Dika grimaced, feeling the pain in his hand that the Grandfather managed to snatch. The hand was now twisted to the back of Dika's body.

"sick! Please release!!" pinta Dika.

"Oh, can't! It's not that easy for Suparto! If I was in your position right now, you wouldn't have let me go either" said the Grandfather, grinning.

"PLEASE!! HELP ME!! HELP ME!! THERE'S A BAGAL!!"

Suddenly, Grandpa shouted. Makes Dika panic. How not, even though the place was quiet, it was not impossible that Grandfather's screams could be heard.

"Ah, maybe less loud, I shouted. Let me repeat again ahh. ARBOREA ... ARIZONA ... TOOOLOOONG SAYS. THERE'S BEGAAALLLLL!"

The grandfather came back grinning, realizing that it was ridiculous. He shouted rhythmically. As in the Upin Ipin anime when Jarjit plays a sheep herder. But---------- but

"What's the matter, Haji?"

A man seemed to run over, when he heard Grandpa's request for help.

"This, Min. I was about to be scuttered! But I can still handle it. It's so cute, isn't it, Min?"

"Can you help me, Min?"

"Can, Mr. Haji! Please what?"

"Please call the people! Hurry up, Min! I'm afraid it's just that Begal is running away."

"Okay ready, Mr Haji!! Wait, yes!!"

Mr. Min immediately ran towards the residential direction of the residents, after putting his equipment hunting eels and frogs. Yes, Mr. Min was hunting when he heard the cry for help Mr. Haji.

"You must be surprised, Mas Begal. Turns out this old geezer can beat you? No wonder! I'm a martial arts teacher, pencak silat. Do you know pencak silat? Hehe."

Mr. Haji tried to get Dika to joke. But Dika even melengos. Fear, worry, regret, anger and sadness, all mixed and felt by Dika.

Before long, Mr. Min came with a group of citizens. I don't know what he said, because the residents looked very angry. Many of them carry weapons. Wooden beams, broom handles, hoe stalks, some even carry whips for buffalo shepherds.

"WHERE'S THE BEGAL? LET'S JUST FINISH IT OFF!!"

"YEAH, WE'RE MAKING HIM A JERK!!"

"BURN IT, BYE!! LET'S KNOW THE TASTE!!"

"SHAVE THE THUNDER, KEEP THE WINE AROUND THE VILLAGE."

"THE HOUSE, AJA DEH!!"

Residents shouted at each other to propose the punishment that was appropriate to be given to Dika. Because they had dared to scuttle the people they were disinclined in the region. Mr. Haji is famous as a good and dignified person. No wonder so many people respect and respect him. Dika really is unlucky tonight. To kill someone important enough.

"Relax, gentlemen! Let's not be vigilante! Mending we just leave this Begal Mas to the officers who are in charge. Agreed, right, gentlemen?"

"I don't agree, Mr. Haji. Why are we troubling the Police. We have to deal with it ourselves" said one father.

"Yes right, Mr. Haji! We're mistresses, let's get kapok!"

"Don't we just circumcise, how are you guys?"

"Oh, Solikin! Why even circumcised anyway? Pity it when it's over."

HAHAHAHA...

A voice of laughter instantly blared at that place. Everyone laughed, only one did not. Of course Dika, who else? The man was concerned about the unlucky fate that befell himself.

"Udah, let's just take it to the police station. Let it be taken care of by Mr Pol! Now please help tie him up so he doesn't run away! My hands are tingling."

Some young men immediately approached Pak Haji and Dika. Tied Dika's hand with a rope, and took her to the police station. Mr. Haji, who was too tired to walk, decided to ride his motorbike to be used as evidence. This time Pak Haji was not alone, but was piggybacked by a young man.