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Still Doubtful

"Why did Ros look for Fatma even to come here?" asked Mr. Kadir, from his very readable expression, he was quite enthusiastic to hear the name called.

"There's a big deal Fatma should know. Bu Ros had been looking for her friend but found no trace of her. He only remembered when he saw Mary's face on TV, the Mary whom he knew as Fatma's master,"

"Did you know Maria was in police custody?" ask Om Ryan.

"Yes, I've already hugged him and met Al there?"

"You look at him, Al?" ask Ryan in surprise.

"I want to take care of vehicle taxes, happened to meet Mr. Kadir,"

"Oh," Om Ryan's his own beard.

"So how, sir. Can you help me find out where Fatma is?" Mr. Kadir seriously.

"I don't know where he is now? Last time I came to his village, looking for him, but his family no one knows. They consider Fatma still working in Jakarta because she still routinely sends money to her family. I also left my address and phone number to the Fatma family in the village so they would let me know if he ever came back. To this day no one has contacted me,"

"Pak Kadir is looking for him to get to the village? So special!" Al was quite suprise to hear the man's reply.

Ken doesn't know if this is his birth mother. Ms. Ros never told Ken her mother's real name. She knew her mother by the name of Camelia. Her mother was very beautiful, her face resembled that of artist Camelia Malik, so among her maids and greengrocers Fatma was better known as Camelia than her real name.

"Yes, I looked for her up to her homeland at the end of Surabaya because she was my wife. I married her in a private,"

Although Al had expected it, but the man's confession was enough to shock him.

"If Fatma is married to Mr. Kadir, then Ken is the daughter of the perfumer's son. Fuckier, he's really going to be Barent's brother" thought Al who made his head dizzy.

"Since knowing the trading business, Maria is rarely at home. He often hangs out with his community. Get out of town often, training. Barent nobody takes care of. I'm busy taking care of the store,"

"She is an ambitious and materialist woman. Since he had already neglected his responsibilities, he did not mind if I remarry. On one condition he chooses, who will be the honey. Fatma said she was close to Barent and working with us long enough, she chose Fatma to be my second wife,"

"That's why I've been here a lot, Fatma's been the honeymoon?" ask Om Ryan.

"Yes, you can see for yourself if you have invited his friends to the house, he smokes, gambling, even mabok until morning. I'm not considered anymore. Stay up like a free woman, if not reprimanded patrol officers will not disperse,"

"I'm being embarrassed. I was one of them" said Om Ryan.

"Yes, that's how he is. Difficult to give input. I already have a family but I'm like a free man. Especially after I married Fatma, she just asked for her rations materially, her obligations as a wife and mother were ignored,"

"Astaghfirullah" said Al.

"What about Fatma?" Al cut off the conversation so that Mr. Kadir would focus more on Fatma. For Al, Mary's life was buried with her fate in prison. He doesn't want to hear anything about her.

"Two married, Fatma is pregnant. Because of his enlarged stomach the neighbors are suspicious. From the beginning Maria did hide our marriage so people here knew she remained as a maid,"

Until here, Ken felt that what the three men were talking about had something to do with his life but he was still silent, waiting for Mr. Kadir to finish his story.

"Continue?" Ken is impatient.

"Fatma I went to the shop, she lived with my young employee. His days no longer took care of this house, he helped me in the store. Fatma had permission in advance to me, she wanted to give birth in the village and I would deliver it later if it was close to H day because I could not linger in her village. Understand the trade guy,"

"Sorry sir, are Fatma and Camelia the same person?" Ken could not help himself.

Al who heard the question held Ken's hand, he gestured the woman not to talk too much.

"He.he. said the people here Fatma was like the artist Camelia Malik, so if among her friends she was called Camelia,"

Ken Igin asked further but the AL hurriedly cut him off, and continued the question?

"Is Fatma going home?"

"Fatma escaped. Until now I have found no trace of him. Her friends I know also don't know where she is,"

"Is it possible that Mary threw him out?" ask Om Ryan.

"I don't know, Maria never set foot in a shophouse,"

"Did he have no hp?" al was curious.

"There is, but that number has been out of contact since he disappeared,"

What Fatma experienced could be the same as Lisha experienced, Maria drove the woman away with a plan that she had neatly arranged.

Is Ken really Mr. Kadir's son, the key is in Maria. Al will come to the woman to find out Fatma's objection.

"That means you lost track of him, huh? Can I get Fatma's address in the village?"

"By Al, there is still his father and sister. Their phone numbers are there, too,"

Mr. Kadir opened his phone and carved the screen of the phone, not long after he gave the phone number in question.

"This is the time you need it" said the man.

They permit the exit after getting the required instructions. Al promised to tell Mr. Kadir if there was any information about Fatma.

"That means he's my papa?' ken asked impatiently as they got into the car.

Ryan who heard Ken's question was shocked.

"Are you Fatma's daughter?" ask Om Ryan still with a difficult expression to interpret.

"Yes," said Ken briefly.

We should not be too rash to decide that Mr. Kadir is your father. We must meet Mary or any other family of Fatma who knows where Fatma lived after she ran away from her husband's house.

"But Al, if you look around there is a resemblance between Ken and Mr. Kadir" Om Ryan said with a smile.

Al did not answer, he also wanted to justify the remark but he still wanted to find information that confirmed the status of his girlfriend and he really hoped Kadir was not his future father-in-law.

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