The Lecturer Jadul is my husband
DJIS 74
"Nurul, where are you going so early in the morning?" The middle-aged woman asked, looking at her daughter with disappointment because the attitude of the child in the past few months had changed drastically.
"It's not mom's business." Nurul answered while taking the shoes he had just bought two days ago.
"Rul, is that how you answer mom?" Tegur Furqon who was also upset did not play to hear Nurul's speech that was not polite at all.
Nurul chose silence with a feeling of being coxed. For him it was already sick of arguing with bloodless brothers like Furqon. Finished wearing shoes he immediately chose to leave without a word.
"Today I have to meet Satria, however she who from the beginning did not invite me to make their misahin, why is she the one who gave up now? You useless shit." Inner nagging.
The black asphalt looked wet because of the raindrops, though not one bit dampened his intention to meet Satria. The man who once seduced him to separate Karin and Rama. But now the man was away from him without cause and spilled all the blame on him.
He thought that Satria could be a profitable bridge for him to be able to separate Karin with the man he had secretly liked. After all the efforts he did, Satria stopped in the middle of the road that made him hate Satria and want to demand revenge.
At the end of the road, the motorbike he was driving was forced to stop because it almost hit a pedestrian who passed suddenly. A little annoyed he looked down and saw the front motor hood that had been hit by a pile of wood that was carried by the pedestrian.
With the fear of pedestrians it soon passed and disappeared behind the fence of the walls of the residents' houses at the crossroads. No one knew even Nurul who was the pedestrian who carried the pile of wood.
With a bit of scolding in his mouth Nurul drove his vehicle towards the destination in a little hurry because the sun had begun to be seen in the eastern horizon and then the people on the road already looked crowded.
"Because of my fucking misfortune, lest I lose track of Satria." Inner irritated.
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"Where's boss?" Ask the young man who just woke up with a pillow face.
"Beres, still followed the direction according to the reports of the men there."
"Good, let's not bother." The young man replied, none other than Dani.
"Can't say the name of a good person don't be so, ticklish me horrified." Dani is upset.
"My tongue has a hard time naming them. I'll wait until noon at twelve in the usual cafe." He said then left Dani who was still upset because of the name of his two friends who sounded bad.
"If it's not my brother, I want it to taste sambelin' mouth." It's in the heart. With a move gontai Dani directly contact Abdul and Miftah.
"Twelve hours in wait at the cafe usually, bring cctv same other file. The boss asked for it." Said it via WhatsApp message.
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Nurul arrives at a whitewashed house with a garden that looks clean and tidy. The courtyard of the house was also a lot of flower plants of various types and shady trees in some corners.
With a feeling of unease between sure and not, he still stepped through the fence and greeted the owner who was pulling weeds around the flower plants.
"Assalamualaikum, excuse me." Greet him politely.
"Waalaikumsalam, who is it?" Asked the middle-aged man with a probing look.
"Would you ask me if you've seen this guy in this area in a few days?" Nurul asked by thrusting a photo of Satria in front of the middle-aged man.
"Oh, yes this is my student's son in the mosque, usually every Friday the same Sunday night came here, only this has never been here a week, mbak, he said he'd come home from his father's house in the hospital." The middle-aged man replied steadily.
Disappointed look on Nurul's face, limp he received back a photo of Satria. The words of the man in front of him were indeed very convincing to see from the look on his face.
"Yes sir, I'm sorry assalamualaikum."
