Survive Though Injured

Chapter 2 - The Death of the Father

Alya who was aware Dimas had left, rushed after him. "Mas, please add another hundred and fifty million!" begingly.

Dimas did not look and continued walking.

"I need a lot of money, please add a little!" Alya chased up to the door of Dimas' room.

Lala who realized Alya was chasing her boss and her target man pulled the woman's hand violently until she fell.

"Aww!" peekik Alya's.

Dimas stopped and looked back, his eyes fixed on Alya who was already sitting on the floor.

"You can't enter our superior's office!" Lala scolded Alya.

"I just want to talk to him" he said, standing up.

"Please speak to our other employees" Lala said.

"I want to negotiate the price again," said Alya.

"My decision remains unanimous, if you want our company can only buy at that price" Dimas said.

Alya took a breath and said, "Alright I want to sell it at that price."

"Lala, lead him to Laras" said Dimas.

"Good, sir."

Dimas closed the door to his office.

"Let's come with me!" resounding.

Alya followed Lala.

-

Not until 30 minutes, Alya out of the showroom walking to the car park looking at the vehicle then stroking the head with a sad face.

"May you be okay with your new owner, goodbye!" Alya talked to the car and then dipped it.

The employee who was nearby scrunched his forehead.

Meanwhile, Dimas who was in his room upstairs entered both his hands in the side pocket of his pants noticed the attitude Alya showed from the window.

"Basic freak!" muttered.

Alya stepped out of the parking lot and went out to ride an online motorcycle.

Dimas' phone rings again.

"Hello, Pa."

"Has Alya gone home?"

"It's just now" replied Dimas.

"Did you give me the money he asked for?"

"No, Pa. But, he accepted the money I offered."

"How much for the car you bought?"

"Seven hundred million."

"Why is it so cheap?"

"Pa, we're selling cars instead of social foundations. The price of a used car is so, if I buy at a high price we have to sell how much more? I'm sure the car will be a permanent resident in our showroom for years."

"Dimas, he sold the car for the cost of his papa's return from abroad" Ivan said.

"I don't care, Pa. The price quote I gave was quite high if he sold to another store maybe he just went home with the money away from the price I bought."

"Dimas, what's wrong with us helping him?"

"Pa, this is my car showroom and I'm responsible if papa wants to help him please."

"Yes Papa will not protest about the price of the car again, hopefully the money will help him enough," hoped Ivan.

"Hmmm.."

***

The next day....

By night, Ivan's two sons had gathered. They enjoyed dinner together. No serious talk at all.

Ivan had finished enjoying his wife's cooking dinner. "Papa's not going to America."

"Why, Pa?" ask Roses.

"The client wants to have a meeting here, he said he has never been to Indonesia," explained Ivan.

"Oh, I see," said the Rose. "So Papa didn't come to see Joshi Dong?" ask again.

"No, Ma. Because Mr. Joshi is going back to his homeland" replied Ivan.

"Loh, why? Is it healthy?"

"Not yet, but his family could not afford his treatment abroad so they decided to treat him here. His daughter just sold her car yesterday" Ivan explained.

"Oh my goodness" said the Rose.

Dimas just heard.

"Papa said his daughter sold the car, which means he sold it at Kak Dimas' showroom?" guess Tria.

"Yes" answered Ivan.

"How's his face, brother? Is she pretty?" Tria curious.

"It's normal."

"I'm curious about the woman who will be betrothed to Kak Dimas" said Tria.

"There is no matchmaking" said Dimas.

"Papa won't make a bet on you, take it easy!" Ivan.

-

-

"Waalaikumussalam, Mr. Ivan."

"What's up, Arsan?"

"Pak Joshi is dead, sir. A few minutes ago, his daughter told me, "a man of the same age as Dimas answered from the other end of the phone.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun, I'll be there tonight too" Ivan said.

"Who died, Pa?" ask Roses.

Ivan flicked his blanket, "Pak Joshi."

"Why go to his house?" tanya Mawar while looking at the wall clock shows at 9 pm past 30 minutes.

"Yes, Ma."

"Mama's coming, Pa!" Roses rushed down from the bed.

Both of them changed their clothes and prepared to go.

Ivan knocked on his son's room, not waiting long for the door to open.

"What's up, Pa?"

"Get us to his friend Papa's house" replied Ivan.

"Do you want Papa and Mama to go there tonight?"

"Sir Joshi died so please accompany us to serve" replied Ivan.

"Hemm, okay. Wait a minute" said Dimas.

At exactly 10 p.m., the three left for Alya's house. As soon as she arrived, the girl sat beside her papa body lamenting her disappearance.

The rose approached Alya and hugged her, giving comforting words to the heart.

While Dimas was sitting not far from the two, he looked at the girl who looked so pitiful.

Although he hates arranged marriages, he feels sorry for Alya who has to lose both parents.

Mama Alya first left a year ago because of illness and now her father also followed.

Dimas sat next to his papa listening to the story of Pak Joshi's family from Ivan's colleague.

At 12 p.m., the three left the residence of Alya's house.

On the way home, Ivan said, "Tomorrow in the morning will you come with us back to Alya's house?"

"No, Pa."

"Yes, let us be with Mr. Yo" said Ivan.

****

The next morning after breakfast, Ivan and his wife went back to Alya's parents' house.

"It looks like Papa is very familiar with Mr. Joshi," Tria said.

"Yes, they were once one campus," explains Dimas.

"Oh, so."

"Oh, yes Brother. I overheard papa and mama talking, saying you were going to be forced to marry the girl" Tria said.

"Don't give obscure news that way."

"Sister, I heard. We'll see later, surely Kak Dimas will be forced to marry," said Tria.

"Until any time Brother won't accept that woman!" Dimas finished his breakfast and left for work.

Meanwhile, Alya was still crying beside her papa.

Ivan and his wife had arrived at the Alya family residence.

At 10 a.m., they left for the funeral. Again Alya again cried piled soil with flowers.

"Who am I staying with?" her crying.

A few female friends from both her parents, hugging behind Alya's body strengthened her.

"Alya, you can stay in our house" whispered the Rose in his ear.

-

Alya and some of her family have returned to her parents' house.

As soon as he reached his house, several families from his papa party invited Alya to sit together in the living room.

"Papa you'll be gone, we hope you'll get out of here!" said the woman was the adopted sister of the first Joshi.

"Tante is not wrong, this is my parents' house" said Alya.

"Indeed yes, but this house is a guarantee because both of your parents have a debt to Auntie of five hundred million" he said again.

"I'll pay for it, Auntie."

"What do you want to pay for? Your salary as an employee in the company is very small, your car has also been sold."

"Yes, I'll find a way" said Alya.

"You want to sell yourself?" Joshi's second adopted sister humbled him.

"Astaghfirullah, although poor I will not sell myself for a bite of rice" said Alya.

"We're going to sell this house" Joshi's first foster sister said.

"And the rest you have nothing to fear, we will give it to you!" the other timpal.

"Where should I stay?" alya asked still with her eyes closed.

"It's none of our business!" answer Joshi's second foster sister.