The Fate that is Overlooked

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"Hows it? are you ready for all the files you're going to file?" Mr. Sis, the commander approached Barata who was focusing on reading the emails, asking about the completeness of the files for the continuation of his marriage.

He is one of the many parties who are very supportive of Barata, especially when he already knows the big secret of his foster children about the winding love story that Barata has experienced, especially when he has learned the story, about his struggle so far meluhkan Ajeng heart hard not play.

"Ready to the commander!" stand up and respect.

"While waiting for the person who took the file from Cilongok, now it has arrived in Karanglewas," he continued.

"Well, it can be quickly processed then,"

Later I submit directly yes, the day after tomorrow can be directly processed, all of you register with KUA only then," Mr. Sis gave advice.

"Ready-done!"

"Have you read the letter of duty from Adjudanrem that was shown to you Sergeant?"

"Ready already!"

"OK, so it can be tracked immediately. I wait for the report as soon as possible" Mr. Sis patted Barata on the shoulder, then left to pass.

Today Barata on the phone early in the morning, he who became one of the members of the intelligence agency, was assigned to look for the latest information on the suspected emergence of seeds of cults in the area where he was built. He and the team will conduct internal and limited meetings, along with other members to prepare the strategy.

"Take it out and make it easy, God, I'm a newlywed" monologue himself, then smile while shaking his head.

Maybe if anyone heard what he said, everyone would laugh at Barata. Yeah, that's how he was with his wife. Especially when he left earlier, Barata did not have time to say goodbye directly to Ajeng. He also felt guilty, had bombarded Ajeng greedily, sparking all love many times.

Aahh, regrets always come later.

After waiting for a while, the team was finally ready for a meeting. Barata moved from his seat when he saw some of his colleagues entering the room, following the meeting and praying that this day would soon pass so that he would soon meet his wife.

Ah Barata's.

Meanwhile at Ashila school, Eyang who was a little late to pick up Ashila, was surprised by a statement from the school security guard who said that Ashila had been picked up about 10 minutes ago, by Pakdenya.

Bu Sukma immediately panicked

"Pakde who? from where? Ashila doesn't have Pakde!" Bu Sukma was getting impatient.

"What kind of person are you, sir?" Bu Sukma immediately railed against Mr. Satpam.

"The guy's no taller than me, Mom, looks old, was riding in a red old civic car."

"It seemed rushed, and Mba Ashila was also like mediocrity, instead she greeted me. So I think he's your close relative."

"From the inside, it was with Pakdenya Bu, try to ask Ms. Ririn, as her homeroom teacher. Let me take you."

Mr. Sage escorted Mr. Sukma to meet with Ashila's class teacher.

"Bu Rin," Pak Satpam called Bu Ririn who was cleaning the play equipment in the class.

"Eyang Ashila," he said before finally heading back out to the post.

"Assalamualaikum, Miss Ririn." said Bu Sukma as he entered the teacher's room.

"Oh no, Eyang Ashila. Please come in." With a friendly, Ms. Ririn welcomed the arrival of Bu Sukma.

"Just Mom, who was Ashila picked up by? Mr. Satpam said he said the man who claimed Pakdenya. Is correct?

"Oh yes Ma'am, he has often come here, asking about the growth and development of Ashila." Is there a problem?"

his words sound worried.

Bu Sukma scrunched his forehead.

"Yes ma'am, sorry before, is there a problem?" Miss Ririn repeated her question.

"Yes, and very troubled, because Ashila has no Pakde at all." Said Bu Sukma firmly.

"Wantas? who's she?" ma Ririn's face was pale. "And why does he go to school so often? ask about Ashila?"

"I really don't know Bun, I don't have a picture of what the person is like, because there is nothing close to us. If I know, surely I do not need to ask Panjengan and Pak Satpam." Ms. Sukma could still hold back her emotions.

He could not blame anyone but himself, if only he were not late, surely such an event would not happen

Bu Sukma had no idea who the person who picked up his grandson was. In his panic, he came to Pak Anto who was waiting in the parking lot, no matter what else to Pak Satpam and Ashila class teacher who had called Mother Sukma who in fact was not even the slightest bit tempted.

Talking to Ashila's classroom teacher even made her more upset.

"Commonly come to ask about Ashila's growth and development? who's she?" the same question kept swirling around in his head.

"Mother patient riyin, will wait for Mr. Barata. Report the police will certainly not be followed up because this has not been there 24 hours," Anto gave advice when Bu Sukma had arrived in the car and asked to go to the police station.

"Try me to call Mr. Barata riyin, or Madam Ajeng, who knows who has returned home," added Mr. Anto.

Bu Sukma immediately called Barata, once, twice but never got an answer. Eventually, he decided to call home.

At home the same, no one answered his phone, which made him even more frustrated.

"Jalan aja To, search while walking. There's nothing we can ask, everyone just suddenly disappeared. No War does not go!" in a disappointed tone he vented to Mr. Anto.

At home, after cleaning his body after being massaged by the neighboring Mother Mbok War, Ajeng began to look fresher. He went downstairs, without his cell phone. The goal now is the kitchen. He's feeling very hungry.

"Has right, it's eleven, '" he murmured.

"But why hasn't Ashila come home yet? or maybe go to the store?" he still speaks for himself.

"Mr.."

"Mbok War.." he called again and then sighed softly, "I forgot that Mbok War was dropping off Mom." Unscrew the serving hood and reach for the plate that has been provided at the dining table.

The sound of the house phone rang just as he stuffed the last spoon of food into his mouth.

"Jang!"

His ears caught the irregular roar of breath across there. Not as usual, his mother, to the point of forgetting not to give greetings.

"Shila's here?" ask without further ado.

"Not yet." Answer the honest.

Mom Sukma's cry broke, "Ashila is missing, kidnapped!" the voice that was mixed with that cry, was still clearly heard in his ears.

"Subhanallah, you can. How's it?"

Haven't had time to hear his mother's answer, the sound of the front door bell has sounded first.

"So Mom, there's a guest. Open first yes, who knows Ashila," he said, then hung up the phone unilaterally.

"Asalamualaikum, Mbok Wal," the sound of a cry he was very familiar with was enough to make him relieved.

"Walaikumsalam wrb," Ajeng opened the door.

His eyebrows clocked, after seeing the person who was holding Ashila's hand tightly, and made her throat choked.