RUSTY

PART 2

Meanwhile.

Caraka, who had managed to retrieve her mother's jewelry, immediately entered the room.

It just so happened that his wife was awake, after breastfeeding her child.

Caraka, stay in the doorway. He was confused as to what he should say to his wife, when asked.

But the conflicting thoughts with his common sense, forced Caraka, to say what he was doing.

" Where the hell did you come from, mas.? Our son was crying since then, but you didn't show up..I am tired of mas. From this morning to the family. From cooking. Wash to clean the yard,,, while you.You and your sister are the same..!"

Asked his wife, seeing Caraka's doubts.

" Already.suda. Anyway tomorrow morning, you have to sell this jewelry..!"

Caraka said, while showing her mother's jewelry.

" It's mom's, right? Why did you take it, mas...No. I don't want to sell it...I don't want to cooperate with thieves..!"

" Whatever you say...! That's certain..I need that money,,,!"

And without speaking at length. Caraka, also held a pedestal on the floor to sleep.

Before going to the office. Mr. Kades, gather his family members immediately.

Caraka, like an innocent man, comes first with his wife.

While Ramli, like lazy he came gasket ahir.

" I purposely gathered you in this room. Because there's something I'm gonna ask you...And you have to answer honestly...Understand !

Last night, someone dared to go into Dad's room...And your mother lost all her ornamentation...I think our house has a thief...But, after dad checks. Either the door or the window are all locked.

So there's only one possibility...That is, one of you is the one who took the jewelry...Well. who has dared to enter the room father without permission first...You, Caraka. ?! "

" I don't do stupid things like that dad..My own father said he didn't have the money to buy me a motorcycle..Yes already. I accept fate, if I am the son of a poor kades..!"

Caraka's answer, so striking his father's heart.

" It's good that you already know that your father is a poor kades...!" Mr. kades said in a cynical tone.

" You're Siti, what did you steal,,?" Continue mr. kades..

Siti Sundari, silent. He doesn't know what to say.

If he were honest. Then her husband would be very angry with her. But even to lie, he did not have the heart. She is an honest woman. A naive woman.

And Siti, just shaking her head.

However, Mr. Kades saw the awkwardness of his daughter-in-law's attitude.

" You are Ramli. Where and where were you all night,,,? "

" I, like always...I stayed up late with a friend. And as usual, I brought the back door key.

I came home about three in the morning. I opened the back door. And I saw a man wearing a face cover go into Dad's room.

Then, I intentionally did not immediately catch that person...I hid next to the kitchen shelf so that the man wouldn't see me...!" Until there Ramli, stop the word he said.

" continue. You see that guy..?" Ask mr. kades, impatiently.

Ramli, glanced at his older brother, who looked agitated.

" yes. After he came out of the room, he was no longer wearing face coverings. Because the cloth covering his face he used to wrap his stolen goods,,,!"

" who. Say the same dad. Ramli, who is the one who has dared to be so presumptuous,,?"

Ramli, don't answer. But her index finger pointed right at her brother, who was instantly emotional.

" hew. It's good to have a cave ! Do you have any proof...!? " Caraka, approaching Raml, with clenched hands.

" Dare to hit me, you'll be silly, bang..! The evidence is easy. We all know that Siti is an honest wife. He'll tell you what happened last night...!" Ramli said, loudly.

" Nah. Ramli gave his testimony. And now I ask you, Siti, to be honest...." Mr. kades said as he approached Siti.

For a moment. Siti, look doubtful. She looked at her husband's red face and felt ashamed.

There was no other choice for Siti. She was resigned to the decision her husband would accept.

Siti nodded too.

" Fuckin' shit wife. Instead of protecting the cave, Luh even make the cave embarrassed...!" Umpat Caraka, to his wife.

" Did you say shame, did you,,,? But I'm much more embarrassed, having a thief's husband..! " Siti's voice, no less loud.

" Already, already.! Now hand over the mother's stuff. And we forget all Caraka's mistakes...Siti, where's that stuff..?"

Siti, took out a small package from her skirt pocket.

All eyes were fixed on the parcel using the handkerchief. As Ramli said.

Caraka, look at her family one by one.

Siti, trying to catch up to Caraka, who had already run away.

I don't know what's on Caraka's mind now.?

Her night.

A shadow all black with a derigen, settles the precipitate, down a courtyard fence wall in a two-story house.

Then the all-black figure, turned to the back of the house.

He took out a small set of tools. Looks like a screwdriver and some keys.

While regent he hid in an unused cage.

It took a while, he tapped on the door lock slowly almost inaudible.

Until the sound of clicks. The rabbit's mark is open.

He raised his foot on his tiptoe to the front door.

Once it is felt safe, because all residents are asleep. He took the jerry can back.

Then he locked the back door he had opened.

Up next. He opened the jerrycan in his hand, and spilled its contents.

Fluid from a large jerrycan spilled flooded the floor of the mansion.

That instant too. The smell of fuel is very strong.

The black figure had climbed the stairs leading to the top floor.

Arriving there. He opened his face cover.

Caraka, pay attention to the fuel liquid that has spread flat on the bottom floor.

" The smell of gasoline sir. Smells gasoline..!" Shouted the wife of kades sir.

The old woman watched the floor which was already flooded with fuel.

And when he looked up.

How shocked the old woman was, for the sake of seeing Caraka, tucking a cigarette in her lips.

Caraka, start putting out matches.

Cres.!

The matchstick made of wood was lit.

He lit his cigarette and smoked it.

" Walk..! Please don't smoke, son. This floor's flooded with gasoline, we're all on fire..Don't smoke, son..!" The screams of the old woman were heard by her husband.

" What is this..?! " Excite mr. kades.

" Potrol sir. Look at Caraka, she's smoking upstairs. I'm afraid this house is on fire sir...!"

" Care. Turn off cigarettes. You're gonna hurt all of us..!" Cried kades to his son.

" Dad, let me enjoy my last cigarette..The last cigarette that will make me calm to see my body in the fire later...!" Caraka Sahut. So serene...

Then he dropped the remaining lit cigarettes onto the floor. Both of his parents were panicking.

The cigarette butts died when they touched the floor.

" It's okay, right? Not blame..? " Caraka was deliberately tormenting the feelings of her parents.

" It turns out that people your age are still afraid to face death. Let's see. The young me is not afraid to face death...!"

" Not my son,,,! Please don't burn this house down...I will follow your willingness to buy a motorcycle at any price...! " Sheep mr. kades.

He led his wife to approach the door to get out.

Yet. They do not see the key that is usually embedded in the keyhole.

Many times sir kades turn around the door handle. But still not open.

" Hahahaha,,, Dad's messing with this,,,?" Caraka, exclaiming while showing the key to the main door.

" I'll give you this key after I smoke the last cigarette,,,"

Caraka, slipping a cigarette on her lips. Then take out a match made of wood.

Then.

Cress,,,!

The matches are on. Caraka, did not ignite the cigarette, but dropped the burning match on the lower floor.

Seriate.