The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

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"No. Not likely. This must be something wrong”

Mr. Fajar shouted not to accept with what he heard in tivi. Susi approached him and tried to calm him down. As for Adel, he just silently stared. His eyes looked straight at Tivi, but his eyes were blank.

“You must check again to the police! If necessary, investigate again, who is the investigator who takes care of this case!” mr. Fajar's orders. His hands were straight pointing at someone wearing a gray suit.

“Good, sir. But I also have information, if the digital trace that is carried by the investigator is valid, pak” replied the person.

“What kind of lawyer are you? So easy to trust same person”

“Pak. Mbok guarded his remarks!” reprimand bu Lusi. Mr. Dawn looked at him sharply for a moment.

“OK, sorry” said Mr. Fajar aware of who he was dealing with.

“But something must be wrong. There is an intel called Zulfikar, his girlfriend Putri, his sister Budi. Zulfiqar had a father named David. David was a senior, his rank was quite high. Surely the investigator is affected by the same David it” continued Mr. Fajar.

“Good, sir. We'll cross check again. Hopefully something is wrong, replied the lawyer.

“What do you mean? You want to tell me if they're right, then?”

“If from the directorate of cyber crime mabes police have gone down to help the police, David class police, do not have the power to play the findings. Unless he's a world-level hacker. If only relying on the position, only the general-class police are able to manage the investigation”

“Heh, you paid for me. You should have taken me, not even dumped me. What's less, your pay? Less how?”

“Sorry, sir. Precisely because we work with all our heart, so say so. If we work only for money, our work must be ABS. The business of the father will be jailed because this case turned on his own father, it is not our responsibility. We speak this for the safety of the father also” replied the lawyer. Pak Fajar gasped.

“He's right, Sir. What we seek is truth. The police are many fields, the people are also pinter-pinter. With their advanced equipment, they can see what we can't see. You have to be careful. Maybe this is what the intellectual brain wants. You once said, the enemy of my enemy is my friend” said bu Lusi. Mr. Fajar looked at his wife's face.

“Means mother?”

“The envy of the father, many. Who wants to dapetin Adel, also a lot. Have you forgotten, if not just the father who asked the proposal to Pratama Meubel? And when the Imam saw the father, immediately the others were rejected. Is it not heartache, they?”

“The relationship is the same Budi?”

“Udah how many men in the class of Luki who deletin Adel? Was anyone welcomed? Even Budi, who had nothing, was chosen by Adel. Fall, their self-esteem”

“So I mean mothers, those who envy the same father, kong kalikong same those who envy the same Budi? who's? Who's that furniture guy with such a thin brain? How come you never hear? If you are, then dilute. I believe that he can do all that” asked Mr. Fajar. The question made Adel look up.

“Mbak, we go to the room, yuk! We pray! We beg the same instructions Gusti Alloh!” take Madina half in a whisper.

Madina's words distract everyone. Mr. Dawn also faded his anger when he saw his eldest daughter in shock.

“Kalo father does hate the same Budi, mother does not matter. But please, don't blunder, yes!” said ma'am Lusi. Mr. Fajar's attention turned to his wife.

“Mother has not been loved how to survive without Bapak” continued bu Lusi.

“I mean mother, father will be imprisoned, so?”

“There are sneaky people who haven't caught up, sir. Whoever he is, he's very dangerous. Before the police determine who his intellectual brain is, do not be rash, yes!” answer to Ratih.

Mr. Fajar looked down lethargic. He returned to the living room, and threw his body onto the sofa. There was a scene of excitement, because Adel suddenly fainted.

Hurry everyone who helps him. Not to be taken to the hospital, Adel was just too shocked to think about all his actions. In just a few minutes he regained consciousness, and cried.

*** >>>

The day has changed, the morning has come. Budi has been making video calls since after dawn. Today he has not been allowed to go to his wood workshop by Ratih's mother, because he had complained that his chest was painful.

Al the results, he worked around it by making a video call with kang Supri. Budi is grateful, even though he was slandered, but Supri kang is still loyal to him.

From the explanation of Kang Supri, Budi also felt very grateful, because the three always tried to educate everyone who asked about the case that happened to him. That all that befell him is slander, which will soon be proved. I want to say a lot of thanks to all three. Even when their salaries are late, they still work according to the procedure.

The sun has gone from its strife. Light up the universe with a new spirit. But Ratih's mom still looks not ready to go to the market. Not yet seen going to the wood workshop Budi. It turns out that Ratih's mother deliberately comforted herself, to take care of Budi. And that's what makes Budi smile.

“It's healthy, Mom. It also wants to go to work” said Budi.

“Iya, mom knows. But I want to stand by at home first, maybe you need help mom” replied Ratih ma'am.

“Say I want a holiday, ma'am! no one ngelarang also” said Princess from the direction of her room door.

“Hempf” Budi chuckled at his sister's curse.

There was an argument between Putri and Ratih. It's like two friends who're bawling.

Budi who was having breakfast at the dinner table so laughed at the debate of his mother and sister. In the end, Ratih admitted, if indeed his body was tired, and wanted to rest. They also joined Budi to enjoy breakfast dishes this morning, fried rice made by Batih.

While eating breakfast, the sound of a motorbike approached. Though wondering, but they're indifferent. Because the sound of the motor sometimes deceives. He stopped in front of the house, apparently still on the side of the road. And that was also his goal to the neighboring house.

*Tok tock*

The sound of the front door being knocked. If this is certain that the owner of the motorbike is indeed going to visit this house. Budipun intended to open the front door.

“I am, mas” said Putri volunteered. He stood up after saying so.

Putripun sat back down. He could not have gone against his mother's orders. Be the coach who walks forward to open the front door.

When opening the door lock, there is a vehicle called the bench saw that passes with a noise. So that the visiting guest did not hear that Mrs Ratih had opened the door for him.

On the other hand, Mrs Ratih also did not immediately recognize who her guest was. Because his guest was behind him, looking at the passing vehicle earlier. Moreover, by wearing a sweeter whose hat is worn, makes Ratih's mom feel more foreign again.

“Sorry, come who?” reprimand bu Ratih, after the noise of the vehicle had died down. The guest was shocked and turned his body.

“Ngapain you here?”

Seeing who was the guest, suddenly made Ratih ma'am ride apitam. His voice was shrill until it sounded very clear from the dining room. Budi and Putri stood up to leave their breakfast.

“Bu. Adel, I'm sorry, ma'am. Adel salah”

“Not need”

The voice of Ratih's mother shrieked again. Budi until stunned to hear the shrill voice of his mother. This time she heard her mother scream. Even more stunned when he found out who was resting on his mother's feet.

“Bu. Adel knew she was angry with Adel. Please mama hina Adel all you want. Adel is ready to be insulted by mother, Adel is ready to be yelled at by mother. But Adel is not ready to be hated by mother”

Confused what to do. On one hand, he was sorry to see Adel crying until he almost kowtowed at his mother's feet. But on the other hand, he also could not fight his mother.

“What did you say? Are you not ready to be hated by your mother? Then what did you say to Budi yesterday, if not hatred?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“Ampun mom. Adel salah” replied Adel.

“Kalo emang you are not ready to be hated by mother, mending now you go from the presence of mother! And never again appear in front of mom!” bu Ratih said softly full of anger.

“Bu?” tegur Budi's.

“What?” saut bu Ratih hard. Budi gasp.

“As bad as you are, have you ever said anything about you, ngger? Is it as bad as your father, mother ever say father?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“Bu, this is us again slandered. Who wouldn't be upset if their parents were hurt? Budi will certainly also do the same thing, if there is something painful mother” said Budi carefully.

“Yes but should think dong! Why high school if his brain is not made to think?” sahut bu Ratih is still on a high note.

“Ampun, bu” said Adel begging.

“Bu. Understand what you are feeling right now. But Budi hope, I am calm first ya bu” pinta Budi.

“You're still ngarepin him, ngger? after the swearing and swearing came out of his mouth? Mouth he you know who maki-maki you, not the mouth of his mother” asked bu Ratih.

“Iya, mom. Be understanding. But comparing Adel with mom, is an unbalanced comparison”

“You mean?”

“It is not strange that you always believe and always believe the same. It is always behind Budi, even if Budi is clearly wrong. That's because mother is the woman who gave birth to Budi” replied Budi.

“Ngger?”

“Adel is another person who has only known Budi not long ago. In a short time, Adel has placed a very high trust in the same Budi. As you already know, he was willing to argue with his parents to stay with Budi. Adel has entrusted his future to be just as kind. I think it is very human if an Adel is very reactive when he gets the news that Budi is a bad person. And the bad guy is his parents. Too heavy for him to process with his logic, Bu” continued Budi, still with caution.

“Too heavy? Do you think only you guys ever get slandered? Do you think the story of the same mother father smooth-even?” ask Mrs Ratih in a low tone.

“Bu?”

“Do you think the accusation that the father cheated, the father ngehamilin other women, the father deliberately used the mother so that the mother died and the father continued to be part of his legacy dapet, sober, continue to mate with women who are said to be impregnated father, still less painful? And the accusation is not without evidence. The beginning was very clear in the eyes of the mother, all the accusations seemed to be true. The evidence is very clear. For a young mother, who is just pregnant with her first child, to see the rich reality that is, is still less sick, ngger? But monggo, please ask the village people, have you ever said father? Never once said from the mouth of the mother, the meaning let alone insults for the father” continued Mr. Ratih.

His eyes were red and watery, restraining anger. Be silent. She's stunned. He had just heard that heartbreaking story.

“This, just from the writing is not clear, his mouth is already dol. Where is the respect? Where is his love? Where is his brain?” continued Mrs Ratih again.

“Bu. as far as mom's memory goes, is there any woman who would admit her mistake like this, ma'am?” ask Budi slowly. Bu Ratih gasped. He seemed to think for a moment.

“Budi tofu, ma'am. Adel is not as good as my mother. But the fact that now she's coming and resting at the mother's feet, is something no other woman has ever done, ma'am. Didn't the others just go so yelled at mom? They immediately lazy to relate to the Good because they feel the mother is too fierce. They only love Budi, but not the same love mother” continued Budi.

Mrs Ratih was pensive to hear her son's explanation. A moment of his memory twisted the old memories related to his son. He also weighed in on the trust Adel placed in his son, as his own son had said.

*yes, really. I'm also almost broken if I don't want to keep mom. I was also almost consumed with hatred, if not constantly diasihatin mother. Yes, I was also angry when horrified about the inheritance. Father same mother is still alive, there has been talk if mas Rouf talk about inheritance. Yes, hate exists. Luckily I was sick again, and there was always a mother beside me. If I'm alone, maybe I'm no different from Adel. Maybe my mouth will be worse than her mouth*.

“Nduk, wake up nduk!” pinta bu Ratih's.

Adel looked up to hear the voice of Ratih's mother. But what he saw, madam Ratih just looked down at him, without lowering her body in the slightest. He realized that this command did not mean that he had an apology. He soon rose from his crush which was almost like a prostration.

“Log in, nduk!” pinta bu Ratih again.

His voice is no longer shrill, tends to be low. Makes Budi smile with relief. But for Adel, it's not the end of everything. There's still an apology he needs to get.