The Love Of Passion

funerals

as the saying goes, as clever as a jumping squirrel finally fell too.that's how Nafa felt. he seemed to get the fruit simalakama. he did not know how to explain to his brother.

especially after being in residence by Daru, Nafa is completely confused and panicked.he wants to run away and hide in his room.but his older brother will not allow it, but he will not let it, her brother will continue with her until she returns home.

because the rain has not stopped, Bagas who will take Nafa by motorcycle inevitably he has to use the official car to drive his sister.

the quiet atmosphere in the car, which sounded only the sound of the engine and AC. Bagas focused on looking at the street while Nafa looked at the names of the shops that were on the banner.

"sell uniforms, mas era shops, shoe palaces, sell vital magnifying devices" he said in his heart

Nafa stops his unfaithful actions and sees his brother.

"nyalain yah ka music" he said by extending a hand toward the radio

"silence"

"okay" quickly Nafa drew his hand.

the mood returned silent. Bagas sighed, holding back his anger which would probably snap at Nafa loudly.

"explain, how did you get there? from the beginning and the details"

Nafa bit his lower lip, his ugly habit.he also spoke and explained everything. Bagas listened as he drove, his face flat.

"mother allows?" ask Bagas after Nafa finished explaining

"yes, my mother is supportive"

Bagas was silent again. Nafa glanced at his sister and chose to be quiet as well.The atmosphere kept quiet until they reached home.

Bagas put his car. Because there is no special garage, the car is input into the yard of the house.they went down

"coral-assalam!" yell Nafa

the cheerful greeting was greeted gently by the mother

"waalaikum salam. uh Bagas came home too"

"yes Ma'am"

as Nafa was about to sit on the sofa, Bagas held him back.

"you're in the room"

"why?"

"there's something Kaka should talk about with mom"

without protest Nafa went upstairs to his room.

Bagas sat next to his mother.His mother knew Bagas wanted to ask something, something disturbed his mind.It was clear all that in the face of Bagas tense.

looking at that expression, the mother only gave a small smile.she recalled her late husband. Bagas is so similar to her husband, be it stature, face and expression.Because it makes the mother remember the past that can not be repeated.

"what's up, son?"

"why did you let Nafa and Nurul work in the shabil group?"

"is there something you should ban?" ask her mother back in wonder

"not so"

"they just want to lighten your load, son, they realize that this has been bothering you"

"but why should shabil group? it's dangerous"

"dangerous as what? that's a big company and the government has also admitted it. shabil group is not a den of criminals, right?"

"It's precisely there where the criminals are" murmured Bagas

"your sisters are grown up, they can take care of themselves. Mum can't prevent them from doing the right thing.there's no harm right? even if you forbid it, but if this is fate you can't do anything. Try to trust your sisters"

Bagas was silent for a moment, there was no harm in trusting them as his mother said but Bagas was still worried

"after all you are there, if there is anything drag your sisters to go home" continued the mother with a little laugh.

the originally tense atmosphere became melted away due to the mother's laughter. Bagas smiled to see his mother laughing.

...***...

the rain is increasingly heavy in the city of Bandung but does not hinder the ongoing funeral process.

not many were present to bury the son of a deceiver, but the two leaders of the shabil group also attended and gave prayers for the poor boy.

Daru makes sure that Inggit is buried in a special funeral for the shabil family.

the chest slowly descended into the burrow. Daru continued to stare at the chest until it was buried in the ground. Rizal who was beside Daru was also saddened by the incident that befell the child.

the funeral was brief, and everyone who attended immediately left the burial site.

Daru gave a flower over Inggit's tomb, he was silent for a while and then turned around to leave the tomb.

Daru approaches Rizal's car, he knocks on the back glass. Rizal lowered his car glass.

"where is he?" asked Daru without further ado

"come in first"

"where is he?!"

"if you want to know the answer, go inside"

Devan opened the car door, Daru sat down violently.

"where is he?!" ask him again

"personally I don't know, dad's taking care of Dikta's case"

"what?!"

"i tried to call Dad but his cell phone was off like he was still on the plane"

Daru ruffled his hair in frustration.he had to know where Dikta was as soon as possible so that he could quickly beat up the impostor.

"quiet down, you won't be able to think clearly like this"

"i can't calm down! that kid died because of a bastard like Dikta! he was still a little boy"

Rizal was surprised by Daru's words, since when did his sister have sympathy? though all this time Daru was very indifferent to every tragic death that occurred to people who had betrayed the company.

why is Daru slowly changing? is it because this victim is a child younger than him?

"i'll find out where Dikta is, you calm down. Think about your school. I know you're just cured. Don't think about anything other than school and your health"

"now go home, I'll order Devan to drive you. Don't drive yourself"

"i can go home by myself"

"no, with a mind of dread so you can't drive"

Rizal lowered the glass that was next to Daru. Devan who was standing there immediately bowed

"send my brother home safely"

"good sir"

Daru was silent for a moment and said again

"find him in 2 days, if you can't find him in that time I'll step in" he said and got out of the car. Devan tailed behind while paddling Daru.

Rizal just sighed. actually he was already excited by this situation, he immediately looked for Dikta after hearing the news about the death of the child, but after hours of waiting there was no encouraging news.

there are two possibilities, his father is so clever to hide Dikta or Dikta is dead at the hands of his father.

both of them are not good choices, because Rizal knows Daru will be angry if his father finishes Dikta. because Daru himself will finish Dikta.

Rizal sighed again, he missed Damar, because at a crucial time like this resin can provide a solution.

Rizal was silent thinking, he also remembered he had subordinates who could find someone easily despite giving a little hint.

Rizal took his phone and called Bagas