Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 27. Everything Goes Fine

Everything Goes Fine

(Everything went well)

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Jakarta

Tama

"So that's why you .. give me the number of walikelas. Than your Mama's number?"

Icad again lowered his gaze.

While the boy next to Icad, was still busy counting fingers while smiling to himself.

"You believe more in the same palikelas ... than your own Mama?"

Icad raised his head and looked at him flatly.

"I think .. The first person who deserves to know about your circumstances .. is your Mama. Not anyone else."

"I don't want Mama to be sad" Icad replied with a gloomy face.

She smiled, "You can't make your mom sad."

Icad's mouth looks twitched. Seems like I want to say something. But restrained. The half-open lips were clenched back. Icad remained silent, not responding at all to his provocation statement.

While the boy next to Icad, has now switched to counting the number of bottles of mineral water stored on the table.

"One ... three .. five ...."

"Where can I join the brawl?" tanyanya wants to know. "That's your friend?"

"Sister friend," Icad replied briefly.

"Your friend who is now hospitalized?" guess it.

Icad nodded.

"Are you four or something?" he asked back.

"Four."

"You guys who abstain first? Or looking for a storm?" inquiringly.

Icad shook his head, "Because it's sweeping on the bus."

"Do you know any children with sharp weapons?"

Icad shakes back.

"How many times have you been stuck in a brawl?" he squinted.

"New first."

He was bearded, "This is also the first time ... You were taken to the police station?"

Icad nodded.

"Eleven ... thirteen ... fifteen ..." the boy next to Icad, was now crouched in front of the table. Observe the number of bottles of mineral water in earnest.

"Do you think ...in the day leading up to the night like now, Mama you're not worried ... because you haven't come home yet?"

"Mama gets home ahead of Isya" Icad replied with a bent face.

"Oh ..." she just remembered. "Your mom used to come home from work at that hour?"

Icad nodded.

"Good ... good ... good ..." The boy next to Icad, is no longer busy counting the number of bottles of mineral water. But he went to his desk. Admire the set of computers stored on it.

"No!" call Icad half-grumbling. He got up and pulled the boy's hand back to sit down.

"Not going anywhere. Sit down well!" the Icad warned.

"That's good ... that's good ... that's good ..." muttered the boy, pointing at his desk.

"Sttt!" but Icad was back to grumbling. "Sit. Boni will be angry!"

"Bony?" suddenly the boy's face turned sad. "Boni is sick ... Boni's sick ...."

"Sttt!" Icad glared telling silence.

"Ssttt! Shhhhh! Shhhhhh!" the boy followed Icad.

He let out a long breath, "You're happy ... Mama you work?"

Well, what kind of question is this? he laughed in his heart.

But he must begin to establish healthy communication with this brave boy. And the topic about Mama, seems to be the most interesting thing to discuss.

But Icad is silent a thousand languages. Not at all responding to his tendency questions.

"You'd rather .. if your mom's at home and not at work. That so?" guess it's among the pretty tickling curiosity.

"Is this still included in the investigation process?" asked Icad while looking at him flatly.

"If I don't answer, what is against the officer?" icad's eyes remained flat but blasphemous.

It makes him unable to hold back the laughter. Checkmate. Temporary score of himself 0: Icad 1. Hmm, wanna play with me, buddy (want to play with me)?

"You think?" he has experience in dealing with various types of human characters. But addressing the child ahead of ABG, who blatantly dared to look into his eyes with a flat expression. It will obviously be a very interesting experience.

Icad's head was again bowed with its face folded ten times. Sour not play.

But the process of opening the gate of communication with children ahead of ABG which has a strong character, must be temporarily held back. When a member knocks on the door of his room to ask for an autograph.

"Wait a minute" he said towards Icad, who was still bowing his head deeply.

Then move to his desk. Listening to reports, giving directions, and signing files submitted.

***

Icad

From the corner of his eyes, he quietly watched the man who was sitting behind the table.

The man in the dark blue shirt, who yesterday visited his house with akung dekgam. The man who talked to Mom in the kitchen. Also the man who always looks at your face, when you do not realize it.

At first, he felt a little annoyed at having to meet a man he did not like. But deep down in the heart was filled with gratitude. Because the appearance of the man, a little can unravel the fear that clumps in the chest. As well as giving hope, that he will be fine.

But that does not mean he began to like men, who are now giving orders with firm and straightforward language to their subordinates. Because no matter how good the impression displayed by the man, still unable to match the prowess of the only figure, who was imprinted eternally in his heart. Teuku Iskandar Muda, his greatest father.

He was still watching the man, who was now affixing the signature. While Ko Rafa again fun to mutter a row of numbers. Adjust to the amount of candy in the jar.

"One ... three .. five ...."

"Report, Sir!" once a number of people come out into the room. Busy the man behind the table for a few minutes.

When the last person left the room, the man walked out from behind the table and went back to meet him on the sofa.

"Om sorry" said the man with a regretful face. "Because Om can't help."

His heart started beating fast. Did you know she was at the police station?

"Your mom is here."

His head was immediately bowed in lethargy.

"Now waiting in the meeting room with the other parents."

"Om who told you Mama?" accuse him with his head bowed.

"I want that" the man laughed. "But first with everyone else."

He swallowed. It turned out that his decision to write down Reni's phone number did not go as desired. Evidently, he could not hide the situation from his mother. My mom was in the same place as him.

"Now, you join the others."

He looked up.

"There is no need to take urine tests and other examinations" the man continued as if he could understand his concerns.

"Just follow the briefing from the officer before being allowed to go home."

Unknowingly he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let Om speak to your mother" the man continued, smiling. "What do you want to send to your mom?"

In that instant, resentment re-emerged and controlled themselves. With a sullen face he said, "There are no piles. I can talk to myself at home."

The man immediately laughed.

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Pocktail

After signing the list. All the parents were asked to go up to the second floor to the meeting room.

"The sons of the father and the mother are all undergoing a series of tests and examinations" said the officer speaking at the front.

He had a conversation with a mother sitting next to him.

"Basar belegug, slave ngora (basis bo doh, young man)," the mother grumbled. "Purchased to move to Jakarta if you are upset (was invited to move to Jakarta instead of fighting)."

"Udah bener .. I entrusted to my mother in overtime (kampung), Neng," the mother grumbled again. "Forced to come with me to work here."

"It's even like this, back and forth. Nakkakeun kolot (shaming parents)!"

He nodded and sympathized. Although there are some words that are not known to mean.

"Where's Musholla, sir?"

Feelings of fear, anxiety, and fear of the fate that is happening to Icad. Make his bow long and long.

After the heart began to feel calm and airy, then he returned to the meeting room.

But, just sat down in the chair earlier. With the mother sitting next to him reprimanding, "Neng, where have you been? It started earlier."

Suddenly an officer came to him, "With Teuku Risyad's parents?"

He frowned at the young officer with the name badge that read Devano.

"Yes, me," she nodded nervously.

"Let's come with me, Mom."

He walked quickly, following the officer's steps through the corridor. Towards a room whose appearance looks very different from the others. Characterized by a pair of black colored glass doors that are very intimidating.

"Please come in, ma'am," said the officer kindly.

But he hesitated, "Where am I being taken, sir? Is it because my son is guilty?"

"Oh, no, ma'am," the officer shook his head. "Mom's meeting you."

"Mr... who?" his question was getting confused and clueless.

But the officer did not answer the question. Instead open the black glass door wide for him.

"Please come in" the officer said, nodding his head.

Although still feeling doubtful and a little afraid, he complied to enter the air-conditioned room. And his breathing instantly came to a halt, as soon as he saw the figure sitting behind the table.

He wants to turn away. But alas, the black glass door behind his back had been tightly shut.

"Please sit ..." greet the man sitting behind the table as he throws a smile at her.

He sighed in disbelief. Why should they meet again in such an important situation.

"I finished this for a while .." continued the man, who was typing in front of a computer screen.

While exhaling a long breath, with a stiff and very slow movement, he ventured to take a seat on the sofa.

"I promise ... It won't be long" the man continued. "Waiting for it."

"There are newspapers and magazines over there" pointed the man to a shelf, which was right to the left of the sofa.

"It can be read while waiting for me to finish this."

He just gulped with a frown. Not interested in reading or doing anything else. The main goal at this time is to think of ways to avoid the man who is now busy typing behind the table.

Does he have to leave on the grounds of having to follow the briefing of the officer? Or is he pretending to go to the toilet? Or lying about having to do something else outside this room?

But all of that is clearly impossible. Especially after his eyes caught the shadow of the board stored on the man's table.

A brown-colored board made of carved wood with a corps logo on it inscribes it so real.

Wiratama Yuda

Capolres

He made her sigh again in disbelief. What mistake he had made, so Icad could be caught where the man was on duty.

"Don't like to read?" the man's bass voice was heard again. "I'm pretty long this is over."

He hurriedly grabbed the newspaper stored on the outer side of the shelf. Pretend to read it.

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Tama

He was typing while smiling to himself.

The room that was originally ordinary, now feels more pleasant with the presence of someone. Making it seem like it was thrown into a time machine, back to adolescence. When he felt happy not to be a bitch, just because he saw the figure of the girl he was looking for.

Damned (fucking)!

It's a very real oddity. Because the presence of Pocut physically, has turned him into a ludicrous man as well as worrying. It seems, he should immediately see Dara and make a counseling schedule specifically. So that the short-lived brain can be repaired immediately.

"Ehm!" it throttles to melt the atmosphere. Because Pocut had no sound at all since he first entered the room.

"Who called you?" ask while typing the last sentence on the screen.

"Mr.'s classroom starts .. I mean, Icad," replied Pocut. With a face hidden behind a stretched newspaper.

"Direct here?"

Pocut did not answer. It seems to be nodding. But he could not see Pocut's nod as it was covered by a stretch of newspaper.

"I'm surprised you didn't get this news?"

Pocut folds newspapers. Then he said, "Fear."

He ends typing, then sends his files by email to Metro 1.

After confirmation of the email sent was received, he immediately moved to the sofa.

"Drink first" he bargained. While pulling the bottle of mineral water, which he opened the seal first.

"Thank you" replied Pocut. Although not directly reach the bottle of mineral water.

"So I've met Icad."

The pair of beautiful eyeballs were instantly rounded, "How's it going? Is there any injury? What did Icad start? Is a child of the Icad's age punishable?"

He smiled trying to calm down, "Icad is fine. Been a little bit hit."

Pocut exhaled a long breath with an anxious face.

"It wasn't Icad that started," he explained again. "He and his friends got to sweep a brawling kid."

"The West is in the wrong place and the wrong time" he continued, confirming the chronology of how the Icad could have been dragged into the matter.

Pocut nodded in understanding. Then muttered with relief, "Alhamdulillah. I'm worried about ...."

But Pocut did not continue his sentence.

"Now his son is again taking the briefing" he added, looking at the watch on his right wrist. "Maybe it's over soon."

"Thank you," Pocut nodded towards her.

He smiled, "Icad doesn't want you to know this."

Pocut frowned at him.

"That's why he gave me the number of the walikelas instead of your number."

Pocut took a long breath. Then blow it with a lunglai.

"Icad doesn't want you to be sad and worried."

"He's your most militant bodyguard."

"Cool," he said, giving a thumbs up.

Pocut smiled. And this was clearly a breath of fresh air for him.

"You think ... what can conquer a bodyguard as cool as Icad?"

Pocut looked at him not understanding. The pair of beautiful black eyebrows were linked to each other as a sign of curiosity.

"Or something ... What kind of person can conquer Icad?"

Pocut's gaze grew more confused.

He smiled trying to calm himself.

Relax, Tama. Calm. Target is already within range. Do not damage the only path that unfolds freely.

"I don't understand" Pocut had to say. Maybe because he didn't say.

"It's going to be a little complicated, ." he goes to great lengths to pick the right sentences that are easy to understand.

"What about punishment for Icad?" asked Pocut innocently.

"Oh, no," he shook his head. "It's not about Icad."

"But about me," he swallowed the salivary before returning to say.

"Before you misunderstand. I want a little story."

Pocut. He looked back at her with an incomprehensible look.

"My only son is Icad's lifetime. Same seventh grade. Now live in Surabaya with the mother."

Pocut frowned.

"We've been separated."

Those beautiful eyes are glaring.

"I'm divorced from my wife" he said quickly. "With this .. maybe you don't need to avoid or be afraid if you meet me."

Pocut sighed while lowering his gaze.

"Actually ... what scares you and avoids me?"

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