The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

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This morning Adel was ready to go. Only with a long shirt and long jeans. Intentionally only so because he suspected that the gallery would be more crowded than usual. Trendingnya sofa owned by her lover, will definitely boost the number of visits. So he felt the need to use clothes that are simple and easy to move.

“Aduh, she again”

Adel complained about going down the stairs. His father was talking to someone on the front page. He stopped and seemed to think.

“What's up, mbak?”

Madina's voice surprised him a little. But a moment later he gave a gesture with his hand.

“It. Mas Luki's. The clock is at home. No other activities, what?” adel replied upset.

“Kok sprains?” moda Madina's.

“Ya is sick, so. He's been counting on her coming here. Four times a week, two weeks eight times. Shoot, gedek. Fortunately, it is often just nganter to sanggar. And fortunately also no nosy make gossip” replied Adel. Madina breathed a heavy sigh.

“Here, now here again. If he's here, it feels rich at todong tofu no, anyway. I always make a shot to go with him” continued Adel increasingly upset.

“Keep, what's the plan shoot?” ask Madina.

“Ya. What else?’ answer Adel lightly.

“Dih, how the hell, mbak? Where can I get allowed in?”

“Bodo very, lah” replied Adel as it passed.

“Hadeh. Gini, for breakfast cake. Redhead bule” comments Madina.

Adel chuckled at his sister's babble. He came down the stairs while playing his phone. Luki's eyes were sidetracked as Adel emerged from behind the front door.

Not that I don't know, but Mr. Fajar gave Luki a chance to see his eldest daughter.

Adel Cuek just looked at it that way. He was wearing his sneakers. Looking at the shoes, Luki stared at Fajar. But since Mr. Fajar was looking at his phone, Luki did not ask. He looked again at Adel who was playing his phone.

“Eh, nduk?” exclaim mr. Fajar.

He smiled as he saw his daughter already on the porch guest sofa. He smiled at his father.

“Tuh. I ran her shower. Enter samperin gih! You want to call first” Pak Fajar's advice.

“Oh, yes” reply Luki.

Mr. Fajar went towards his wooden workshop, after patting Luki on the shoulder. While Luki immediately approached Adel.

“Del”

Luki greeted Adel, after sitting in front of Adel. Adel only responded with a glance.

“I'm here to apologize. Semalem I can not nganterin Adel turna” continued Luki.

“Iya. No papa, my mom. There is a Budi” mas replied Adel without a smile. Makes Luki confused what to say again.

“Adel also apologized, semalem could not nemenin mas Luki again” replace Adel who apologized.

“Yes. Semalem is unexpected, so much” replied Luki.

Adel laughed at hearing that sentence. Luki was confused, why Adel was laughing.

“Commonly, mas. Kalopun mas Budi did not come, Adel also will not sit semeja same mas Luki”

“Hem?”

Adel smiled hearing Luki's brief response. Luki's facial sharpness implied dislike.

“This adel is not single, mas. Adel has a commitment. That commitment is a pride for Adel”, Adel said, breaking the stiffness.

“But before the yellow janur curved, I still have a chance, right?” sahut Luki's. Adel smile.

“What do you see from Adel? Sofia is much more perfect than Adel” Adel even asked back.

“You are perfect, tuh” replied Luki quickly.

“Hem?”

“You are so perfect in my eyes, Del. Your personality is too charming for me to look one eye at. Your character is firm but dynamic, that's what I'm looking for” continued Luki. Adel smiled again.

“Udah many guys who seduce Adel with words. Many also share the same treasure. Everything is handsome, nothing ugly”

“Means?”

“Keep fighting, mas! Adel hasn't been hooked. Adel accidentally locked Adel's heart, strong. Because there was already someone who managed to lure him. Enter Luki needs more than just words, and also treasure” Adel replied while standing. He saluted like a soldier, then headed towards the courtyard.

“Loh. Where are you going, nduk?”

Mr. Fajar who just finished calling, confused to see his eldest daughter was even about to leave with his motorbike.

“Eh, sir. Adel go first huh, sir?” sahut Adel's. He approached his father and extended his hand.

“Wait first! That's mas Luki kok even left, how the hell are you?” mr. Fajar pulled his hand avoiding his daughter's hand.

“Lha why?”

“Mas Luki is here nyariin you. Instead of being cemented, even left at”

“And already, pak”

“Yes but no pantes no guests even go. Who is teaching?”

“What guests sir, so early? The good guest knew the time of” Adel asked back in a soft voice.

“You don't be insolent, yes! We can still stay in this house because of Luki mas. If not because of him, we have become vagabonds, Del” said Mr. Fajar in a soft but stressed voice.

“Pak, what if Adel nemenin mas Luki continues to reduce your debt?”

“You think you are *****, what?”

“Ya Adel is like that, pak”

“Bapak just tell you to nemenin mas Luki chat. Not the other one. Where do you use it, nduk?” ask Mr. Fajar.

Here Adel's heart began to grow. He was silent for a moment. His eyes began to glaze over.

“The father of evil” said Adel lirih.

“What's bad, Del? Where are you going, anyway? Really cool to go to”

“What is the importance for father?”

“Yes you need to know, lah” replied Mr. Dawn.

“Ya to gallery, sir. Kan every week Adel to galeri” said Adel.

“Oh. Cooperate him?” Ask Mr. Dawn, pointing to the gate. Adel turned. It turned out that there was a Budi who entered on foot.

“Abram” murmur Adel. There was a smile on his lips.

“Do you trust him again? You're sure he's not the culprit of everything that happens to us?” ask Mr. Fajar. This time he did not muffle his voice.

“Do you still think the police made the wrong decision?” sahut Adel's.

“OK, okay. Let's say the real cops, he's not the one. Then you argue with your father just for his cooperation? How much did you get paid, huh? paid how much?”

Adel's tears really fell this time. He was unable to answer that question. He looked towards Budi. Calmly move forward.

“WHO TOLD YOU DEKET-DEKET?” snapped by Fajar sir.

“Loh, my father Adel paid how much, right? Ini” replied Budi. He's giving out a map.

BREEETTT

“PAAAKK”

Adel squealed loudly along with the files of Budi who flew because he was slapped by Mr. Fajar.

“Father what the fuck, anyway? both guests why is Abram so rich, sir?” adel asked in anger.

“Apaan? Rich garbage is given by mr.” replied Mr. Fajar.

“Bram. Don't take heart, yes!” pinta Adel on Budi.

He breathed a heavy sigh, then smiled. He took his phone, then turned around.

Adel scrunched his forehead. Mr. Fajarpun paid attention, heard the word, was rejected.

“You are one hundred and fifty sets for Mr. Fauzan! Fifty more sets for his brother Pak Tanto!” continue Budi. Adel looked up and closed his mouth.

“Iya. I'll talk to Mr. Isaac. My guess would. Change doang engraving design. Pake my dragon design can also” continued Budi while passing away.

Without them knowing, Madina came to pick up the sheets of paper that her father slapped earlier. And he read it quickly.

“Pak. One billion more, rejected?” ask Madina, slowly.

“What?”

Mr. Fajar was surprised to hear Madina's question. He grabbed the files and started reading them.

Turns right. The map contains a booking set of teak guest chairs for Pak Fajar, with the same code as the sample included at the district expo yesterday.

Unmitigated, the order reached two hundred sets. With the price per set reached fifteen million rupiah, clean.

Vibrating hand sir Dawn read the file. From his signature and stamp, Mr. Dawn believes that the file is genuine. His signature is Paul's. But when looking ahead, Budi was no longer in his yard.

“Astaghfirulloh. Abram?” mumbled Adel.

“PAPAAK”

A moment later, Madina yelled loudly. Adel until reflex turned to him.

“BAPAAAK”

He also screamed. It turned out that Mr. Fajar was left behind, unconscious. Madina and Adel tried to hold back the body of her father who was about to fall. A nearby Fajar worker immediately ran over to hold the body of the photographer.

“Pak. Father why?” ask Adel to panic.

He patted his father's cheek. But Mr. Fajar did not respond.

“FATHER. MR WHYAAA?” ms. Susi shouted while running from the kitchen.

“We take it to the hospital!”

Luki's voice was heard. As Adel looked at her, there was a sense of disgust in his heart.

“Ke aja puskesmas aja deket” Adel replied.

“Take car key deck!” adel's orders.

“Pake my car!” tawar Luki's.

“No need” reject Adel hard. Luki.

“Nduk. Don't refuse help! We are in emergency again, this” said Ms. Lusi.

“Yes, help lift, kang!” answer Adel.

The artisans of Fajar pack shoulder to shoulder lifting the body of Fajar sir. Luki runs to prepare her car. In the car, Adel does not want to be in front. He prefers to sit on the floor of the car next to his father's feet. He told Madina to accompany Luki in front.

At the puskesmas, Mr. Fajar is directly treated in the ER. Luki still faithfully accompanied the Adel family waiting for news from inside the ER room.

Until now, Adel is still forgotten by his name Budi. He was still very worried about his father. There is also regret for having argued hard with his father. Even if he feels his position is right.

“What is the condition of my father, Doc?” adel asked, as soon as the ER doctor came out. Everyone approached the doctor.

“Eeem. The patient is stable. The patient was just too shocked because of something” the doctor replied.

“Now conditions how do doc?” ask mom Lusi.

“Stay waiting for siuman, ma'am. InsyaAlloh will soon recover” replied the doctor.

“I can sign in, doc?” ask mom Lusi.

“One person only yes, Bu” replied the doctor.

“Good, doc. Thank you” said bu Lusi.

Bu Lusi went straight into the ER room. While Adel was invited by one of the nurses to complete the necessary files.

When he was about to fill the chronology description, Adel just remembered with his lover. Soon he finished filing the file, and went to contact Budi.

“Halo Bram, Assalamu’alaikum” greet Adel with a still panic tone.

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Tata why? You're okay, right?” ask Budi.

“Ya Alloh, Bram. How come you asked, not Tata?” ask Adel to test.

“Oh. Thank God, if not papa. Abram was afraid. Abishnya, abram flakes was in the market decket. Abram's feelings were not good. Abram thought the mother was all right, so the mother was all right. Well thank God, if you don't do anything. It means that Abram is less than ati-ati”, Budi replied.

“Ya Alloh, Bram. So really good people. Udah digituin still ngekhawatirin”

“Yes Abram was worried. Don't know, why” replied Budi.

Adel was crying. Although he held it, but his voice was still heard by Budi. But Budi did not immediately reprimand. He let Adel spill his grief.

“Abram again where?” ask Adel.

“In gallery, Ta” reply Budi.

“Abram come here, dong! Set up again at puskesmas” pinta Adel.

“Loh. Tata why?” tanya half screeched. The Princess was surprised.

“Sick father, Bram. Abram's hunch was in” Adel replied.

“Astaghfirulloh” response Budi shocked.

“OK, okay. Abram's going there, huh? assalamu’alaikum”

“Wa’alaikum salam”

I immediately rushed to leave. When his sister and mother asked, Budi just answered.

Although actually wanted to ask more, but Ratih held back. The number of visitors makes it must prioritize its visitors. So too with the Princess. He was immediately preoccupied again by some Caucasians who asked him.

When he arrived at the puskesmas, Adel was already in front of the gate to welcome him. Adel said that his father had regained consciousness and moved to the treatment room. He's waiting for Budi. Adel immediately took the mind to enter the treatment room.

Upon entering the treatment room, Budi's eyes were on someone standing in the corner, right in front of him. Budi smiled amusedly looking at Luki's expression, who looked heavily jealous of her. He approached and saluted to Mr. Fajr.

“Bud” call sir Dawn. Voice weak. Be attentive.

“Budd. You want to ask about the file earlier” said bu Lusi representing her husband. Budi's attention was diverted to Ms. Lusi.

“What can we still get again?” continued bu Lusi. He frowned for a while. Then he smiled.

“Are you sure, would you like to take the offer?” ask Budi to Mr. Fajar. Mr. Fajar looked at his wife's face. Then he nodded his head.

“Then, you should get well soon. Because we need a father in the factory. There is a file that must be signed” replied Budi.

Mr. Fajar was happy to hear that. But it's different with Luki. He came out without excuse. The atmosphere became stiff.

“What can be represented? Mommy maybe, what is Adel?” ask Ratih ma'am.

Budi and Adel return to Bu Lusi. Including with Madina.

“Can, mom. But with power of attorney”

“OK. I can make her power letter” said bu Lusi.

“By mother, or should Adel?” ask mom Lusi.

“Eeem” Budi did not immediately reply.

“OK. Adel aja's. Let him also learn” said bu Lusi gave a decision. Be smiling.

“Father still has to heal” immediately said Budi. pak Fajar knitted his forehead.

“Whatever sophisticated warship, still need the captain is on it” continued Budi. Mr. Fajar smiled.

“Budd. Sorry, father, yes! It's up to you to tell me what rich this guy is. The important thing is that the father can feed the same wife the children of the father” said Mr. Fajar lirih.

“That's sorry, sir. Too presumptuous same father” replied Budi.

Mr. Fajar can't speak anymore. Between relief and shame, he must feel at once. Including the concern of the continuity of his business with Luki. Because now Luki is angry.