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After their 3 days in the Village, today it was time for them all to return again to the City.

Ms. Halim and other residents felt sad again because they had to part with Feli and Fatwa.

"Allah, after I married Feli, the hospital builder here will be done as soon as possible" Denis said kindly.

"Thank you, sir" said the people there happy.

"Then we'll excuse you, all of them" said Feli smiling.

"Be careful" said Bu Rt gently.

Feli nodded and they just got into the car.

"Dec" call Feli soft.

Fatwa nodded with a rough sigh.

"Can't be so Bang, Brother is strong" said Celin softly.

Fatwa nodded and smiled at the two women who were very dear to her.

"Fat, we may be disappointed in them but do not let us take revenge on them, because they are your parents too" said Denis sage.

"I'm just disappointed, brother. Hopefully you can repent and be better" the Fatwa replied

Celin rubbed Fatwa's arm gently, he felt very sorry for the Fatwa's way of life.

Fatwa replies to her with a gentle smile, she feels lucky because Celin accepts what she has.

Denis drove his car towards a police station not far from the village border.

Once there, Fatwa, Celin and Feli enter first. Denis will only wait in the car because Arya is asleep.

Feli, Fatwa and Celin sat waiting in the room that was provided. Shortly afterwards came Mr. Akbar with a disheveled face and a thin body.

"Mr"

"Fatwa"

Ogre the son and the father with a glassy bead. Then Mr. Akbar hugged the body straight Fatwa.

"How are you doing, son?" ask Mr. Akbar.

"Fatwa is fine. Why is he so skinny?" ask Fatwa back.

"It's okay, son, you're not used to it but now you're used to it so don't worry" replied Mr. Akbar smiling.

Feli chose to be quiet because he still felt traumatized by the events before. Even though he had pressed it but still.

"Who is that woman?" ask Mr. Akbar on the Fatwa.

"He's Celin, he's my future wife sir" Fatwa replied proudly.

"It's not like you're still in school, son. Why did you want to get married?" ask Mr. Akbar confused.

"I'm getting married young, sir" replied Fatwa chuckling.

Mr. Akbar nodded and turned to look at Feli who always turned his face away.

"Fel" call Mr. Akbar.

Feli puffed up but just right away he lowered his head back. He felt his body shake.

"Don't be forced sir, Brother Feli was traumatized by the incident" Celin explained gently as he hugged Feli's trembling body.

"I'm sorry Uncle, son. Uncle is guilty, sinned against you, may you forgive Uncle. Uncle did not ask for anything or even get out of here, Uncle just need your forgiveness, Uncle is sorry, Fel" said Mr. Akbar lirih.

Feli took a breath and then slowly let out.

"Fe feli has forgiven Uncle, Feli hopes Uncle can change and get better. And Feli will be married in 1 month, Feli please be ready to be the Guardian of Feli to replace Father" replied Feli

"Fatwa will pick you up here with the police. Sorry if the Fatwa cannot help you, Fatwa wants you to be better and responsible" said Fatwa firmly.

Mr. Akbar nodded with a gentle smile. He was not disappointed in the decision of his Son and Nephew that he was disappointed that he had to do cruel to Feli first.

"Is Mom here?" ask Fatwa

"There are, just to hand over the divorce papers and after that never come here again" replied Mr. Akbar.

Fatwa just nodded. Because the time of the visit was over they ended his farewell and Mr. Akbar reentered the cell.

"You must love each other and take care of each other. If you're free tomorrow, can you come back to your Fatwa?" ask Mr. Akbar.

"I will pick up the Father" insisted the Fatwa.

Mr. Akbar hugged his son first, then he stepped his feet to go back into the cell.

Feli and Celin had come out first, because of the condition of Feli who had not yet calmed down.

Denis came out when he saw Feli who was exposed by Celin.

"Honey calm, okay" said Denis hugging Feli.

"Bring to the car, brother. Let me drive" said Fatwa.

Denis holds Feli's body and gets into the car. Arya who saw him was confused and could only be silent.

Feli hugged Denis' body very tightly, as if he was channeling his fear.

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