The Love of the Duda

TCSD 147: Missing

The atmosphere of the road that was previously a little stretch, now began to look a little more crowded. One by one the people who were around the scene, began to approach the source of the ear-bending sound. They seemed so curious about what was going on.

"Sir Damar!!"

The god who was lying on the side of the road was shocked half to death when his eyes caught a shadow of a familiar man in his brain. The man also fell down not far from his place, but he seemed to be seriously injured because the motor that suddenly passed at high speed hit his body. Almost a year the God did not meet the man but he knew the figure of the man.

With a staggering God tried to get up and approached Damar who was lying in the middle of the road while enduring the pain.

"Sir Damar.... "

God is no longer able to hold the clear circles gathered in his eyes. Seeing the former security in his house was filled with fresh blood on his face and hands, as if making his heart filled with pain and pain.

Damar, who was still in a conscious position, showed the sweetest smile he had. Although his body felt crumpled, but there was a sense of happiness that he felt. "Lord God.... I'm sorry."

Only that word can come out of Damar's lips. The guilt that never ends. And maybe a thousand times he said that sentence will never change and restore what ever happened. But there is at least one thing he did to be able to make up for all the mistakes he has done in the past.

"Sir, I've forgiven you. Hang in. I'll take you to the hospital."

Damar just smiled wryly. "Thank you very much for forgiving me Sir. May after this your life always be happy."

Slowly, Damar's eyelids closed and did not take long the man began to lose consciousness.

"Mas Dewaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The god turned towards the source of the voice. The wife half ran towards him. That's what had made the gods so worried if something happened to the contents of this wife. "Honey, don't run!"

"Maz.... !!!"

Mara threw her body into the arms of her husband. She hugged her husband's body tightly as if she did not want to let go. Mara cried so much in the arms of her man.

"Dear, don't cry. I'm fine."

"But I saw you fall on Mas's side of the road, like you were seriously injured."

"Not my darling, not me. Mr. Damar has helped me."

"Mas, that guy?"

Mara slightly frowned, not really understanding who the man who had managed to save her husband was.

"He's Mr. Damar, honey. I will tell you later. Now let me ask for help to take Mr. Damar to the hospital."

The god broke his embrace a little. The man began asking people around the scene for help to get Damar to the hospital.

As if to understand what was said by the God, the people around this place rushed Damar to the hospital to get help.

Fifty meters from where Damar fell, a motorcycle that had previously driven at high speed also collapsed in the middle of the road. Seen, a woman is also holding back the pain of being hit by a motorbike she was driving.

"Our?!"

The god and Mara screamed at the same time calling out a name belonging to a woman who was no stranger to their visions.

Yes, that woman is none other than Dita. Intentions want to harm God but it turns out na'as, it is precisely he himself who is wretched. As a result of not being able to control the speed of the motor he brought, in the end he hit a passing WC sedot car and successfully made his body buried by something that smelled pungent and certainly very disgusting.

"Aaaarggh... Shitamann! This is so disgusting!"

Dita squealed out all her anger. His body was already filled with something so disgusting a brownish-yellow. Even his face was adorned by something disgusting.

"Waahh, wow, this woman is riding a dirty motorbike. Let's take it to the police station. It seemed like he had bad intentions of harming someone!" said one of the young men who were around this place.

"Eh, but this woman is dirty and stinky. I don't want to take her to the police station, I might as well smell!" timpal was one of his friends.

"Hmmmmm right also what you said. Ahhhh just like this, let's get some water, we're going with this woman!"

The young man's words managed to move the bodies of those who were around to immediately fetch water. Not long after, they came back with buckets and....

Byuurr..... Byuuurr.... Byuurr.....

The crowd began to flutter Dita's body with the water they were carrying. What they did successfully made Dita flutter instantly.

"Vaaaaahhh... What are you guys doing? Why are you flushing my body???"

"To cleanse your body, Madam. In order not to be filled with the stain of sin!" timpal was one of the men with origin.

"Sialllaaaannnn.... You guys want to play me, huh?!!!"

"Of course not Madam. We intend to take you to a much better place for you." The young man paused for a moment and linked his gaze towards his friends. "Let's get this woman to the police station. Looks like this woman did indeed have bad intentions of harming someone."

The men approached Dita. They made Dita's position in a state of perfect standing to immediately take them to the police station. God and Mara could only be transfixed to see what befell the woman who had almost become a thorn in the household they had built. They did not expect that the woman would experience something tragic like this.

Dita who saw the ex-husband standing side by side with his new wife can only look at the two with a gaze that is difficult to interpret. There is a sense of disappointment because this plan failed miserably. But at the moment there is nothing he can do but to take him to the police station.

"Three months the woman tried to run and hide from the police in the end she was caught as well" said Dewa Lirih while looking at Dita's body which began to disappear from her eyes.

Mara sighed deeply then she exhaled slowly. "We don't have to take pains to avenge all the crimes that the woman has committed, in the end the woman finds her own payback."

The god smiled gratefully, because God still saved him through Damar. The man slightly bent his body and peeked at Mara's already bloated stomach. "Almost Papa can not fulfill Papa's promise to always accompany you, but apparently God still loves Papa by saving Papa from the bad intentions of the woman."

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