The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

susi ma'am treated, mr. dawn insulted

Hendra walked out of his rented room. His stomach was starting to feel hungry. For a moment he lifted his head. Her eyes were squinting because the sunlight was already blinding her eyes.

“Mbak, very quiet?”

To the restaurant mbak Ning he headed. The one with the restaurant chuckled at his greeting.

“Yes, the ramen. See what, what time is it?” answer mbak Ning.

“He he he. Yes too, yes”

“Lagian, new clock out of the room. Abis why semalem, hayo?” ning mbak Goda.

“Abis ngamanin our video, mbak” replied Herman while grinning.

“Ih, don't let anyone know, you know! Can anchor my future if you sampe kesebar”

“Yes, damanin” replied Hendra.

“Soto the chicken, mbak” he continued ordering food.

“Oke” answer mbak Ning.

He immediately prepared his special customer order. He looks very excited.

“That business yesterday, it's done, mbak?” ask Hendra.

“Udah. Thanks to the help of Hendra. Alhamdulillah, kelar is also their same affair. stay the same affair mas Hendra, deh” replied mbak Ning.

“Thank God. Don't ever again, be tempted by moneylenders! Can be skinny, entar”

“He he he. Yes, mas” replied mbak Ning.

He served a bowl of chicken soto in front of Hendra.

“By the way, what's Hendra's working, anyway? How did you look forward to working from yesterday?” ask mbak Ning again.

“Oh, I'm a programmer, mbak. You don't always have to be an office. From home can also” replied Hendra. His hands were busy stirring soto mixed with soy sauce and sambal.

“Oh, pantesan. Kirain, wait for the candle. Hence the wake of luncheon”

“Asem. Pig ngepet” comments Hendra.

“Ha ha ha ha” mbak Ning laughs.

For a moment, they were silent. Hendra enjoyed his morning meal. Ms. Ning also took the initiative to serve a glass of warm tea for Hendra. And sit down next to Hendra.

“Oh yes, mbak, “ said Hendra in between chewing it. But his words hang.

“I didn't see any CCTV, rented. No one, huh?” continued.

“Oh. No, mas” replied mbak Ning.

“Loh, continue, how can the security mastiin, if there is no CCTV?”

“That was also what complained some of the rented residents who moved. Said he wanted to be given, but until now has not seen”

“Wadd. So, how is my car? Small pager gitu doang, rich ngeyakinin, mbak”

“Kalo car mas Hendra anyway, let me take care. My room is next to that alley. Surely you know, if anyone wants to leave Mobil”

“Waduh, so ngerepotin dong?”

“Yes, no papa”

“Emang no CCTV at all, which is around here, mbak?”

“Make what, anyway? So suspect me?” asked mbak Ning while smiling seductively.

“Hehe” Hendra grinned as he turned to the right and to the left.

“I want to stay at home mbak Ning” replied Hendra.

“What?” mbak Ning was shocked, getting that unexpected answer.

“More exciting as it is, than in hotel”

“Crazy you” comments mbak Ning.

Ning's sharp gaze made Hendra a jiper.

“But can also” he continued.

“Hem?”

Replace the surprised hendra. He did not expect that his bait was eaten by his target.

“No need to use CCTV also times. Do what, anyway? Safe with me anyway, mas”

“Hemm. I've had trauma, madam. I've had grebek, kept on wine around the village. Just because you do not know the habits of the surrounding residents, just do not memorize any people who like fun” replied Hendra.

Mbak Ning gasped. Hendra's answer has a point, too. Indeed, there were also those who liked the fad in that place. Especially when he knew he was a widow. The chances of that person going to make trouble, could have been quite great.

“There is, in the grocery store it” said mbak Ning. His index pointed to one of the shops on the side of the road.

“Totally? Nguy on this road, no?” asked Hendra excitedly.

“Iya, the front ngadep here” replied mbak Ning.

“Mintain a copy of the recording, mbak! Can not?”

“Eem. Could anyway. But I think it will need funds, deh”

“Most is that, anyway. Shoot there too. Mintain the recording of the last month!” answer Hendra.

“Entar try I ask the same who keep the shop”

“Sip. Awaiting news, mbak”

*Good. If there really is CCTV aiming at this road, I can identify anyone who enters the rented area. Including that week*.

***>>>

Budi put all his ability in advancing Adel motor. No matter the climbs and sharp turns, he still bergeber the bike with above average speed. Adel could only hug tightly, while closing his eyes.

Arriving at Adel's house, Budi looked confused. There was no one on the front page. But Mr. Fajar's car is still parked there. Adel jumped off his bike and ran straight into the house.

“Astaghfirulloh. Ibuu” pekik Adel's.

“Tolongin mom, mbaaaak!” pinta Madina crying.

“Any car Ta!” pinta Budi's. He's getting closer to Susi's mom.

“Iya” reply Adel.

He ran to his parents' room. Meanwhile, Budi, preparing to lift Bu Lusi from the carpet floor.

*Simplified.. breeemmm*

The sound of the car at the start. Budi immediately lifted Ms. Lusi and walked quickly towards the front yard. Adel opened the back door of the car. Madina entered through the door opposite her. He positioned himself as a pillow for his mother's head. Adel asks Budi to drive his car.

Without arguing, Budi responded to Adel's request. With a nimble gesture, he drove the car out of Adel's yard. Don't forget the hazard lights he kept on.

“Where are we taking mom, Bram?” ask Adel.

“Ke puskesmas first. Kan Tata was treated there as well. There is an emergency unit as well” replied Budi.

Adel agreed to Budi's proposal. Time is more valuable than status. No need to go to the hospital, if the health center alone can handle an emergency like this.

Many times Budi honks in order to get road priority. Lucky, just a matter of minutes, they have arrived at the puskesmas. Immediately, Susi was brought into the emergency room.

Only up in front of the intuition ER can they deliver. The rest, they had to entrust everything to the experts. Adel hugged Madina who was still crying. He was still terrified to see his mother.

In that tense situation, Adel tried to contact his father. But got no answer. I tried many times, but I didn't get an answer. Budi advised her to send him a text or voice message, in order to be read, once her father was done with his affairs.

***

In solo, Mr. Fajar was riding an online taxi, to the office of Mr. Imam Pratama. He came to the invitation of the priest. The importance of the Imam was so important to Mr. Dawn, that he arrived at the priest's office an hour early.

“Sorry to whom, sir?” ask the receptionist.

“I with Eka Fajar” replied Mr. Dawn.

“Oh. Fine, sir. The Imam was waiting for two guests. He said, who came first, told directly to top”

“Oh, fine. Thanks”

“Mari me, “

*Tut tut tut tut tut*

The receptionist's words were cut off by the sound of the phone. He looked at the phone plane in front of him, then looked towards Mr. Dawn.

“Ngak papa's. Let me go upstairs by myself” said Mr. Dawn understood the meaning of the gaze.

“Good sir, forgive me”

“Iya. I understand, kok”

“From the stairs, the first door is on the left. That's his office” said the receptionist told the location of the Imam's office.

“Thanks”

Mr. Fajar left the receptionist. He walked up the stairs to the second floor. It is not difficult to find the door in question, because it is right in front of the stairs. The other two doors are on the right.

“You know papa dong, Ki!”

A loud voice undoes Mr. Fajar's intention to knock on the door of the office of Mr. Pratama priest. He chose to wait until the father and son's business was over.

“You know for yourself, right? The invasion of furniture from China made papa in the fog. Papa has to do everything so that this company can move forward. Don't take the road in place, let alone rewind”

The continued sound was able enough to hold Mr. Dawn, who had wanted to sit in the waiting chair. He changed his intentions. The conversations inside are more interesting to listen to.

“Papa will not ask you to hot-heat find the market out there. Papa just ask you to do things that will also be good for you” continued Imam.

“But pa, “ voice Luki change echoing.

“What's so bad about marrying Sofia?” cut the priest.

*JEDEEERR*

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. That sentence inevitably made Mr. Fajar very surprised. He could not believe what he had just heard. He hoped his ears would hear wrongly.

“Luki love Adel, pa. Papa should know Luki, dong!”

Luki's refutation was still able to make Mr. Fajar smile.

“Love? Love what?” ask the Imam.

The smile of Mr. Fajar disappeared again. The Imam's question, it felt like an insult to him.

“Ya love Luki, pa. Luki has never been in love as much as Luki's love for Adel, pa”

“Did he love you too? Does he accept you, ha?”

“Yes it was papa himself who told Luki to be patient. Papa too, who told Luki to make a Point Value Luki, let Adel see for himself, what does Luki deserve not?”

“Ya want until when, Luki? Is there still not enough of your attention as long as he is sick?”

“The name is also pearl, pa. It is impossible to get caught from the surface. Yes must nyelem first”

“Well, pearl? Pearls if we harvest, can give value to us. Well value him what? When she needs help, you can give her everything. You love the best doctor in Jogja, you look at him twice a day. If suppose now you also marry her papa, can you tell if she is the same papa? His father he aja nodong papa keep”

*Gosh*.

Like a short distance, the chest of Mr. Fajar was painful to hear the last sentence.

“About meritorious matchlangin papa sama mama, given order much, ask again. In love, ask again”

“Kan is of high quality, pa?"

“But you know, how stressful is papa selling his stuff? Puyeng, papa. There is no luck”

More and more pain in the heart of Mr. Fajar. At all he did not expect, if like this was his real best friend.

“Value, Value. What value, rich? It's delicious, he. Just a trash bag, it seems to want to be on display in luxury boutique”

“Pa!” reprimand Luki.

Mr. Fajar's hands were clenched so much that they held back the anger.

“Udah, don't argue. You are honored from birth. It should also be the same honorable. You married her, dropped your degree”

“Pa!” reprimand Luki again.

“Beda if you marry Sofia. The higher your honor, continued Imam.

“Jeez, papa”

“Don't rich little workshop like that. Bonafit company also you just hold”

“Yes but that's not it, Pa”

“No need to argue!” firmly Mr. Imam.

“Start from now, you set the scenario for a smooth retreat from the girl!”

“But, pa”

“Nothing buts. Do what papa says!”

No more voices after that last sentence.with a hot heart, Mr. Dawn decided to leave from the front of the office. He's back at the reception desk.

“Loh, already sir, meeting?” ask the receptionist.

“Not yet” replied Mr. Dawn while trying to smile.

“Tadi pak Imam is still discussing with his son. I think it will be old. I came out first aj” he continued.

“Oh. If you want to wait, we welcome pak” said the receptionist, while showing the cubic place where guests wait.

“Thanks. I want to go to one place first” replied Mr. Fajar.

“Oh, fine. please, pak”

“Eh but, if the Imam asks, say I have not come, yes! I'm afraid he feels sad about me”

“Oh. Fine, sir. I will do a message tak”

“Thanks”

“Sama-sama”

Mr. Fajarpun left the office with an unfocused mind. He still could not believe, his friend whom he used to help so much, could insult him so badly.

But from the beginning, they were used to being open. If there are those who do not match, yes immediately say what is even though honesty makes them quarrel. But it was just for a moment. And they like each other that way.

Mr. Fajar still does not believe, if the good of the Imam lately, is only a mask that covers the rottenness of his heart. Mr. Fajar is not necessarily walking the destination. To be sure, he was no longer willing to set foot in the office.

“Dina, Princess?”

He gasped, when he saw that there were so many calls from Madina and Princess. He tried to open the short message app.

*Sir, mom entered the ER, at the puskesmas first Adel in the care, sir. If you have run the meeting, hunt home sir*!

“Jeez mom” murmured.

Immediately the mind of Mr. Fajar grew chaotic. He didn't understand what to do. It takes a while to master the situation.

When he saw a car with a taxi logo online, he immediately stopped it. Fortunately, the taxi was empty. He tried to negotiate with the driver of the car. With the agreed price, the driver was willing to drive him home even without going through the application.

***