The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

ratih oleng

There were lots of ambulances and police trucks. They were transporting the people Bejo had sent to this wooden workshop. Budi just looked stunned, as the paramedics were milling about with their respective tasks. One of them is Sister Feni. Budi was confused, why did Sister Feni also take the plunge? But there was no conversation between them.

“Mas. I have a safe place for my mother and daughter. I think, it would be more convenient if they were evacuated to sana” bargained Nungki.

“Still, Nung. It's still pretty comfortable here. And it's definitely safe. Just throw them off far!” reply Budi.

“OK. If you need logistics supplies, do not hesitate to make my phone, mas!” bargain Nungki again, while greeting Budi.

“Iya. Thanks, Nung” replied Budi, while receiving Nungki's hand.

“Save this, mas! I'm sure, this will be useful”

“Hem?”

Nungki gave the photos to Budi.and Budi was stunned to see a photo of a woman who was very similar to Stevani. His emotions had burned, when he saw the photo of the woman who was sprawled with a hollow chest.

“Maybe you also need this”

Nungki gave another picture. Photos of some people who were in the pan.

“That's so similar huh?” noda Nungki's. Budi jerked.

“Kalo I became Mr. Rouf, would feel bad if I saw Budi” continued Nungki. Smiling at Nungki's words.

“I go first yes, mas?” pamit Nungki's.

“OK. Thanks, Nung” replied Budi.

“Nung” call Budi. Climb to move.

“Ya?” saith.

“What's real, did he say?” ask Budi. He held up a picture of the Gita twins.

“What's the truth, my father was married to Gita Shella?” continue Budi.

Nungki did not answer immediately. He breathed first.

“It seems, it's time for me to give this trust” said Nungki, not directly answer Budi's question.

He took something from his vest bag. Budi had thought that what Nungki took was a medal, pendant, or the like. But apparently, a box of metal.

“I am entrusted to keep this box. From my boss, your father's copatriot. The only one who is alive until now” said Nungki, pointing to a photo that tells the story of some people who are being galvanized.

He just nodded his head. He opened the metal box. It turned out to be a white paper, but rather thick. Like a cover paper.

When he opened the fold, Budi was surprised to find a photo that was very similar to him. And a photo that looks a lot like the gita twins, next to him.

*Abdul Rouf, Gita Shella Sharifah? They're really married*?

There was another small white object, attached to another piece of paper. When you take it, it turns out it is a testpack. Although it has faded, but the two red strips are still visible.

*Gita Shella, pregnant? Father's son? So, that Stevani, my brother*?

“There's one more, mas”

Nungki's speech jerked Budi's daydream. He then received another box that Nungki held up. Soon enough, I open it.

*Declaration*?

“That's his second divorce letter. The divorce forced by the rancid man was” Nungki said, responding to Budi's inertia.

Look at him for a moment. And then he nodded.

“Still, Nung. Thank you, it has been deigned to keep this trust” said Budi.

“Sama-sama, mas” replied Nungki.

He nodded his head once, as a sign of retreat.

“Oh, yes. one more, Nung” exclaims Budi. Turn right again.

“Who is your informant here?” ask Budi, directly, without the shadow of aling-aling. Nungki.

“Which computer can only be Sephia doang?” replied Nungki with a big smile.

“Oh. Oke” says Budi.

Although he did not believe it, he did not want to argue. What Nungki gives is much more valuable than his curiosity. Nungkipun completely resigned.

Not long after, the environment of Budi's wooden workshop was clean from the victims of the gun contact earlier. Even the blood that had poured out of the victims had also been covered with soil. So it leaves no terrible trace.

The riot team went to leave Budi's wooden workshop. Leaving behind a small part of them, who were still busy dispelling the public and journalists who wanted to get close. Budi invited Erika into the wood workshop.

“You're not papa, Ka?” ask Budi.

Erika was stunned. His mind is back in chaos. He was confused as to how to behave in front of Budi. It comes to admit who he is.

“Why, darling?” ask again.

Hearing the word ‘sayang’ out of Budi's mouth, Erika's tears just slid, without her being able to be weirred.

He can only look you in the eye. Eyes that emit thousands of words. Erika could not read what her lover was thinking. Why is Budi still that child? that's the biggest question.

“Yes, yuk!” budi said, repeating his invitation.

“But, mas?”

“Udah, don't think too much! I know you've got a lot of secrets. There will be a time when we are honest with each other. As long as you are not here in order to help your papa, insya Alloh, I can still receive you”

“For whatever reason, mas. I don't know about Papa at all. I don't know if Papa is a city. In front of me, papa is good, mas. She loves me so much. She's soft”

“Ya. Yuk!”

Erika seemed to doubt. He did not immediately accept Budi's invitation.

“I don't dare, mas. I'm afraid of Ratih” ma'am Erika replied.

Erika's answer made Budi's mind drift. It was as if Erika was justifying what Handono had said. About the slander, about the burning of his workshop, Mr. Fajar.

*If Emang bu Lusi is Erika's mother, why did Erika even burn her own mother's workshop? Is he angry with Susi? But when I look at Susi, she seems very sad. That means he loves dong, same miss Lusi? Then, what's dong doing, he's doing it? Who is this actually*?

“You owe us the same honesty, Ka” said Budi. Erika gasped at hearing that. He was stunned to find Budi staring at him fixedly.

“Oke” replied with a nod of his head.

He also got up helped by Budi. Several times he breathed deeply while walking. As strong as his energy he prepared the heart, meeting the person he was most disinclined with.

“Kang. Open gate!” budi's orders through handy talky.

“Siap” reply kang Sukron.

A few seconds later, the right gate opened. Likewise with the hatch door to the escape trench. And looks like Ratih's mom is struggling to get to him.

“You're not papa, ngger?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“No papa, bu”

“Mbak Rika isn't papa, is she? Last time mom heard the sound of Rika screaming” asked bu Ratih to Erika.

“No papa, ma'am. Alhamdulillah, just put on a vest. So keperahan” replied Erika.

“Ya Alloh. That was they shot you, Ka?”

Heard Stevani's voice. He also appeared to be approaching, encouraged by Fitri.

“Iya, Van. Fortunately, immediately responded with Lightning”, replied Erika.

“Ya Alloh. Alhamdulillah” exclaimed bu ratih to give thanks.

“Terus, what now, mas? Is there a rich mbak Nungki too?”

This time the princess called out. He seemed to be approaching being pushed by Madina.

“Yes. There was Nungki too. He's karto Marmo. And also the people behind earlier” replied Budi.

“What conditions are now safe, ngger? ask Ratih ma'am.

“Numbered, mom. No one comes out first!” reply Budi.

“Logistics is safe, right?” Back to asking.

“Aman, mas”

This time Adel answered. He gave his thumbs up, and moved them pointing towards the kitchen.

“But tomorrow should be re-stock” continued Adel.

“OK. For a while, please be patient. Sorry, if Budi's decision yesterday, even make a fuss”

“Don't say that, Bud! His name is benalu, must be eradicated. Your actions are right, ngger” sahut bu Lusi. She smiled, getting support from her former future father-in-law.

“Ya Already. Please rest again. We want more discussion” Budi's advice.

“Mas Bud, eemmm, “ Stevani like to say something, but afraid of something.

“Don't call me, mas!” cut Budi.

Everyone was surprised to hear Budi's words. Especially Mrs Ratih.

“Your mother, which one?” ask Budi.

He presented a photo, which depicted two twins. Mrs Ratih looked. He was surprised to find the photo depicting two twins.

“This one, mas. His beard split”, Stevani replied.

Smile while nodding his head. While Mrs Ratih was glaring. Budi's attitude felt like a confession, to Handono's words. Her feelings are mixed.

“What do you mean, ngger?” ask Ratih ma'am. His feelings of jealousy he could not bear anymore.

“Mugkin this is ma'am, who wants to father sampein” replied Budi. He gave his mother two boxes of Nungki's gifts.

Mrs Ratih looked up at the marriage certificate, between her husband and Gita Shella. Also the pregnancy letter of Gita Shella. He used to ignore, because he could not accept reality. But Ratih forced himself to open the second box.

Ratih's cry broke, while reading the divorce papers. Jealousy and sadness now blend into one. It took me a while to get Ratih to shake his heart. In the end, she lowered her body, and hugged Stevani.