Not the Wrong Destiny

Flashbacks

City of Lake Malaya, January 27, 2002.

At that time, the night sky was crying violently, the rain fell heavily, the lightning strikes were deafening to each other who heard it.

The atmosphere out there is very gripping, gusts of wind blowing fast even able to fly objects scattered on the streets. No one dares to get out of the house, even the electricity is deliberately cut to avoid unwanted things. All the darkness, even the moon that used to shine on, was now covered in a pitch-black cloud.

The heart of every human being feels troubled and worried to be in this situation. Can only pray in the heart so that this situation passes quickly. With confidence, the darkness rises brightly, after the rainstorm tonight, there will be a light of the sun that greets tomorrow. Only, time seems to be going slowly.

In a service home, a young mother appears to be trying to breastfeed her fussy baby, like the baby is feeling that things are not safe out there.

"Cup, cup boy, don't cry anymore!" Fira, once the woman is called often. Patiently he carried her while unceasingly thrusting breast milk even though the baby continued to refuse.

Some time he tried to calm the baby, finally the baby began to calm down and willing to accept his asi.

He also sits on the edge of the bed to find a comfortable position for breastfeeding.

While out there lightning strikes still continue to be heard, seemed to strike into the heart of Fira.

"Mr, mbak." A woman much younger than him was seen emerging from behind the door of the room in a hurry.

Fira.

"Why deck?" Fira asked worriedly, his feeling turned increasingly unpleasant when he saw the look on the face of the babby sister I had the baby.

"Shireen mbak, Shireen convulsing!" He said with a breath that faltered because he ran towards here.

"What's? Why could? Didn't the fever start to drop this afternoon?" Ask Fira later.

"I don't know either, but his body temperature reaches 42° centigrade now." Report the babby sister.

Fira's body squeezed when she heard the information, why did something similar happen again to her second daughter? He did not want to be late and came back to regret after he lost his first daughter.

He went and handed his daughter who was sleeping in his lap to the babby sister.

"Please take care of Sheerin, I'll take Shireen to the hospital." Fira.

"Now mbak?" Babby sister asked unsure.

"Yes, now. I don't want to be late, Anya." Said later.

"We wait for Mr. Lukman to come home, all waiting for the rain to stop." Prevent that babby sister that Fira calls Anya, who we know now as a mother Sheerin continued, Anya's mother.

"The children will not go home in a short time, while Shireen needs help as much as possible. You understand not the Anya?" So panicked Fira to yell at Anya.

She almost cried because she was worried about her daughter. Anya fell silent after getting a snatch from Fira.

"You don't have children, you don't understand what it's like to lose a child. I've had enough of Sandrina, lest Shireen leave me. Without them, there would be no mother's title for me." After saying that sentence, Fira went to another room, where Shireen was. Leaving Anya with her baby in the room.

Intentionally the two twins were separated because the brother was having a fever before.

In a room that relied solely on lighting the candle, a tiny little baby was struggling with his pain. Fira quickly grabbed and held Shireen while shedding tears.

Recalling her first child, Sandrina died in her own lap from DHF which left her convulsing. Not much different from the current state of Shireen.

This time he did not want to make the same mistake a second time, armed with determination and confidence he would go take Shireen to the hospital.

"Sir, sir!" Fira shouted to the driver of their family.

"Yes, ma'am." A middle-aged man came along staggering.

"We're in the hospital now!" Firm Fira.

"But it's raining storm outside." The driver reminded me again.

"You didn't see? My son is in pain, you still care about the rainstorm? Let's hurry up and go now!" Fira's orders are indisputable.

"Good mbak."

Finally, that night Fira went to the hospital in the rain and storm that never stopped.

Meanwhile, Anya flicked through the curtains of the room window when she heard the sound of the engine being turned on, then she saw the car belonging to the Lukman family slowly moving forward through the swift rain.

He typed a message on someone through his cell phone.

The evil grin then appeared at the corner of his lips while receiving a reply message from that person.

***

"Faster, sir!" Impatiently Fira said from the back seat.

"This is the maximum, I can not increase the speed of this car. In addition to slippery roads, turning and downhill, the visibility is also so short, mbak." Said the driver.

Fira was getting more agitated at the chauffeur's words.

While his daughter had stopped her seizures and was now unconscious in her lap.

He held the princess tighter and tighter, even his tears had now flooded the tiny cheeks of his baby along with Lukman.

"Hold son. You must be healed. We'll be in the hospital soon." Fira said with tears that did not stop coming out. He seemed to be steadfast, yet in the depths of his heart, he felt fear. Afraid loss.

She does not want to go back to failing in caring for her child, then what is she living for if her children leave her.

"You must be strong, dear." Fira stroked the princess' cheek.

Ciiit...

Suddenly the car they were riding stopped, making Fira surprised.

"In front there's a fallen tree, we can't get through." Say the driver.

Holy hooch! What else is this?

Fira's face is now flooded with tears, why so many obstacles, what about the fate of the baby now? Fira was both upset and sad.

"Then how is this sir? Shireen must be dealt with immediately." Fira said hysterically.

"Bak wait a minute, the tree is not too big, maybe I can get rid of it first." Said the driver, then he put on a raincoat that was always in the car to protect himself from rainwater, even though he himself was not sure it would work 100%, at least he had tried, he said, wasn't he?

Breaking through the swift rain mixed with the wind, just like this tree to fall. A little lucky because the lightning strike is not as scary as before. He is willing to do anything as a form of devotion to the master.

Fira waited in the car with no care. Hopefully the driver will succeed and they will be in the hospital soon.

If she knew it would be like this, she would not go with her husband to directly review the development project for one of his subsidiary companies.

It has been almost two weeks out they are in this city, the plan is next week they will return to the capital. Initially everything went smoothly and very well, even they had visited some famous tourist destinations there when Lukman had free time. They enjoyed the togetherness very much, forgetting the moment of sadness that struck after the death of their first daughter.

Everything turned sour when Shireen got a fever until the convulsions. Indeed, Fira did not know how her husband would react if they knew their second daughter was not okay even to unconsciousness.

Yes, Fira had to tell her husband whatever happened, even the bitter thing though, it was their commitment even long before the ijab qobul was spoken from Lukman's mouth.

Then Fira tried to call the twins' father's number. There was no network at the time. Firapun decided to send a short message. Tells her that Shireen has convulsions and she's on her way to the hospital. Not to forget he told Lukman to follow the moment after finishing his work.

Without him knowing what's going on out there.

Although many obstacles due to heavy rain and heavy trees, the driver managed to get rid of the tree that blocked up to the middle of the road, he pulled the tree with great difficulty to the edge of the road.

BUKK!!

A moment after finishing his work, suddenly the pain he felt after a block of wood hit his head very hard. He could still remember something, then turned his head back though with a blurred look, just as he had seen a man who was ready to hit him again with the same wooden beam.

"Adrrgh!" A groan was heard after the second blow was struck.

Without mercy, someone again hit a block of wood to the head and other body parts of the driver, not enough three times or even four times, the driver, he continued to deliver blows to the end until the driver was unconscious.

Instantly, the red liquid coming from the driver's body fused with rain water and just flowed along with the current.

The man grinned after seeing the victim helpless, then he began to strip the raincoat the driver was wearing.

***

"A long time, sir? Let's go, we have to get to the hospital!" Fira blabbed incoherently.

Without replying, the man Fira thought was the driver was pressing the accelerator at high speed at once.

"Good sir, don't speed, danger, the road is slippery and downhill." Fira could not stand still for a second, if he had the heart he wanted to scold the driver. But this is not the right time, his son is between life and death.

Apparently the man wanted to play around with Fira, deliberately he turned the car turn left and then right, so many times.

"Ahh, sir! What do you want us to do?" Fira's heart feels almost jumped due to erratic car movements.

Feeling that the driver did not speak, Fira again chattered because she was frightened and upset.

"Is this car broken? Or are you the one who can't drive?" Fira furiously said.

The man sitting on the steering bench turned his head 100°, turning towards Fira with a strange grin engraved on his lips.

Fira jumped in shock, because the man was not the driver who was with him earlier. It was only fitting that after returning from getting rid of the driver's tree, it was just keeping its mouth shut as Fira spoke.

"S... Whoareyou? Where is Rudi sir?" Fira asked excitedly because she felt uncomfortable with the presence of strangers in front of her.

"I am an angel, the angel of your life and your daughter Fira! Haha." Instantly, the man's laughter filled the entire car.

"M... You mean what? Don't fuck around!" Fira grew more and more frightened, her feet already trembling holding back the whole feeling that rumbled her heart.

Feeling that he and the baby are in danger, ahh, but were they not in an unsafe situation before? What should the young mother do?

"Sadly, you must be a victim of your husband's wrongdoing, Fira. He had to bear the consequences by losing all of his family members. Haha." The man widened his laughter even more, victory was already before his eyes.

Suspect Fira trying to withstand the shock on a car that moves the regular tank.

"You want what? Quick stop here." Fira.

"Why? Don't you have to go to the hospital? Ahh, no no no. I will not take you there, I will send you and your daughter to the grave. Haha." The man spoke with a sharpening.

Even Fira to the point of having difficulty breathing in such a situation, she increasingly hugs him towards the baby, hoping that someone will come to her aid and that she will soon be able to escape this dangerous situation.

"Please say goodbye to the world, Fira!" The man's last words before he slammed the steering wheel to the right, the slippery and descending streets made his job easier.

The man opened the car door and jumped out before finally the car they were riding in entered the precipitous abyss. He could still hear Fira's hysterical cries.

"Tolooooooong! Toloooooong!"

The man fell on the asphalt, quite sick indeed, but he was so satisfied with the results of his hard work. He rose from the fall, with great difficulty he walked towards the cliff.

"Haha." He laughed in satisfaction when he saw the blaze in the middle of the pitch that night. Both the mother and the child will not survive. The rain slowly began to subside, unable to extinguish the fire that was spreading and devouring the car.

Not long ago a very loud explosion was heard under the ravine there. And this time the man's work was over with satisfactory results.

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