STALKERS

44. Ending

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The sound of broken window glass shocked the people, who were eating their orders. Everything inside the cafe turned towards the source of the sound. Stalker and Arjuna. One by one, customers ran out. Now, it was the turn of the stalker members to enter the room, they kicked the tables and chairs.

“Deska!”

The sound of Arjuna's screams blared throughout the room, calling Deska's name. Apparently the dark blue hoodie guy that Zevanya and Deska thought Arjuna was Arga. Arga stood in front of the two girls. The twins A threw sharp glances at each other.

Arjuna held the shoulder of his twin sister. In Arga's ears, the man whispered, “Lo did not expect, did I bring them here? I indirectly helped you. But, with one condition.”

Arga raised one eyebrow. “You negotiate like what else?”

“Serahin two girls who are behind lo.”

“They—”

“Gue aja!” Deska cut out Arga's sentence, then took a step forward. “Gue willing to be treated any way, as long as not Zevanya. I know you're just lonely, because you can't escape Stella, right?”

Arjuna. Deska's words are not entirely wrong, in fact they are. His masterful statues are also used as friends venturing every day. But all of that is useless. The girls that Arjuna kidnapped could not bear to be next to him. Deska was different, the girl had no fear of him at all.

“Gue know you are a good person, from your eyes I can see ... If the Arjuna I know isn't a psychopath.” Deska tries to persuade Arjuna. I don't know where the initiative came from. At first, when he met, he looked scared.

“What Deska says. Lo it's good, just the other side lo that makes everyone afraid.” timpal Zevanya.

Deska stared fixedly at Arjuna. “Lo want to go back to the mental hospital? I promise, every day will jengukin lo.”

Not a word came out of Arjuna's mouth. He glanced at his twin brother, asking for a solution. Arga nodded his head, convincing Arjuna. Actually, he felt touched by Deska's sincerity, this feeling came suddenly while listening to the girl speak.

Arjuna agrees to recuperate in a mental hospital. His initial intention here was to help Arga capture the stalker and negotiate. But the opposite is what is being negotiated.

The zevanya can breathe a sigh of relief. He was rather surprised to learn that Deska had the courage to overthrow Arjuna.

Arga contacts Sandy and Rega, telling both colleagues to bring police to arrest the stalkers. I don't know how many they are, which is definitely not 40.

Moments later, the sound of police sirens made the stalkers want to escape. Be late. The police rushed out of the car, then walked into the cafe while pointing a gun. The stalkers couldn't do anything, some police handcuffed them and took them into special custody.

The mental hospital just arrived. They brought Arjuna, Deska went with the man. Tomorrow and beyond, Deska will always visit a mental hospital, keeping her promise to Arjuna.

The cafe was a mess like a broken ship. The customer's food was littered on the floor along with tables and chairs. Sandy and Rega could only shake their heads at the state of the cafe. The two of them walked into Zevanya's workroom, making sure that no one was hiding.

In fact, there is someone who is hiding. Kurniawan Affandi's. Iwan slowly stood up while tightly grasping the gun his boss gave him. A few minutes earlier, Arjuna ordered Iwan to kill Zevanya along with the fetus in her womb. No matter the Zevanya was still alive, at least, the fetus in the female womb was dead.

Iwan aimed at Zevanya's back. The girl was standing with Arga, waiting for Sandy and Rega to come out of the cafe. Coincidentally the cashier table and the entrance are opposite.

Arga was bored waiting for his two colleagues in front of the cafe and then entered the room. His footsteps stopped seeing Iwan who was ready to put a gun towards Zevanya. Arga turned to Zevanya, pulling the girl into his arms.

Within seconds, Iwan pulled the trigger and fired four shots. A drop of blood dripped onto the floor terrace. His zeva fumbled on Arga's back, feeling a sticky liquid on his palm. The man's body collapsed under Zevanya's feet.

After the shooting, Iwan escaped past Zevanya who was stunned to look at Arga. He holds Arga's head. A single tear fell on her husband's face, the man was still half conscious.

Arga reached out a hand, touching the woman's cheek. “Jaga our baby, yes. Sorry, if all this time I have not been a becus husband standby.”

The zevanya shook quickly. “No! You have to keep on with me. We're gonna take care of this kid together. Please stay with me .”.

A thin smile was etched on Arga's lips, then wiped away the tears that kept coming out of Zevanya's eye patch. “Sorry.” the man's eyelids closed, his face looking calm like a sleeping person.

Zevanya rests her head on Arga's forehead. His cry broke until it sounded in Sandy and Rega's ears. They both saw Arga lying in Zevanya's arms. The woman told the perpetrator who had killed her husband. Getting the information, Sandy and Rega rush after the perpetrator.

A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived. They laid Arga in a gurney and covered the man's body with a white cloth. Zevanya wants to see Arga's face for the last time. When the cloth was opened, his chest became even more painful.

“As per your words. I ... Will take care of our children.” said Zevanya lirih. He rubbed his stomach.

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5 years later.

“Uncle Nono!”

A little girl in two braids, running around hugging Zevano. Berliana Jelita Danuarta, the child whom Zevanya conceived four years ago, has now grown up. Often he took Berliana to the police station to visit Zevano, until his son used to call the man uncle. Zevanya did not tell about Arga's death to Berliana, because it was too early to know the truth.

In short, Zevanya just gave a photo of Arga to Berliana. Whenever Berliana asks where her father is, Zevanya argues that Arga works abroad and rarely returns home. A little guilty for lying to his own son, in fact, Berliana also deserves to know.

“Uncle Nono, why not come home with Mama? Why stay here?” tanya Berliana started to wonder.

Zevano blinked one eye, asking Zevanya to help answer Berliana's question. The woman shrugged her shoulders. Zevano smiled gently at the ponakan. “Om can go home, but not now.”

“Why not now?”

Seeing Berliana's lips pouting, Zevanya explained Zevano's intentions. “Uncle Nono is a hero, so, can not go home with Mr. Police.”

“Oh, kayak Boboiboy, yes, Ma?” Berliana understood the words of her mother.

The Z twins smile. “Ya, more or less so.”

Berliana raised her hand into the air. “Diamonds also want to like Uncle! So hero.”

Zevanya and Zevano laughed out loud at Berliana's cute behavior. Zevano's words a few years ago were like prayers. Zevanya is blessed with a daughter and he gave up his ideals to become a judge or detective, to take care of Berliana. Taking care of a four-year-old little girl is not easy, often Zevanya and Deska take turns looking after Berliana.

“Mass hours are up.”

The brown uniformed police brought Zevano back into the holding cell. Fifteen minutes into a conversation with her uncle, Berliana had to part ways again. The little girl still wants to see Zevano.

“Later we can come here again, really. Diamonds don't worry, Uncle Nono is fine here.”

“Iya.”

Zevanya carries Berliana. The two of them left after being content to joke around with Zevano. Too bad, Arga can't come together like that. Either way Zevanya must learn to accept everything. The woman was not alone now, there was Berliana who would accompany her until her face turned wrinkled.

I wish you could see it from up there.

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