The Love of the Duda

TCSD 159: Dira with its Plan

"P-Sir God!"

Ticago, wibawa, the former head of PT WUW's production section shrieked in surprise when at the door of his house stood a man who was none other than the grandson of the owner of the company where it used to be a place to collect sustenance.

"Did my arrival bother you, Mr Wibawa?"

With a knotty smile, the God tried to make small talk to this man. The owner of the house just shook his head.

"Absolutely not Sir. M-let's go in!"

The god walked behind Wibawa's body. Arriving in the dining room, he landed his butt on the sofa of this room.

"What do you drink sir? Let me make it!" wibawa offers.

The god shook his head. "No need to bother. I'm here just for a minute. There are a few things I would like to ask you directly!" The god took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "So, what do you mean by exposing all the crimes you have committed with Brother Dira five years ago, in the presence of my personal assistant?"

Directly on the subject he wants to ask, God tries to open the subject directly to the point. He felt that there was no need to linger anymore to be able to know everything directly. While Wibawa only put a face that is difficult to read.

"When I do that, I really feel pursued by feelings of guilt, sir. Especially the guilt to Lord Raharja who is none other than the grandfather of the Lord himself."

"Is that all? Isn't it because Dira's sister who no longer supports your life after you worked together to commit a crime with Dira who made the oma and opa factory almost unsaved?"

Wibawa just shook his head slowly. As a sign that the thing spoken by the gods is only slightly true. "Since I helped Madame Dira to carry out the manipulation, the mark-up, even some of the great advantages of the manipulation went into the personal account of Madam Dira herself, my life was indeed borne by Madam Dira. But it only lasted a few months."

"It only lasts a few months? Then after that what did Brother Dira do?"

Wibawa took a deep breath and he exhaled a little rough. "Mrs Dira is one of those dangerous women. He can do whatever he wants. Since that incident I have become someone most feared by the mistress because all the secrets of her crimes are in my hands. Then from that...."

"Sir Dira often terrorizes you with the presence of a hitman who always tries to finish your life? And, because you feel your safety is threatened, then you choose to resign from the company and hide in a place far from the crowd like this?"

This time Wibawa nodded his head. As a sign that what the gods say is true. "That's absolutely right, sir. But the truth is that makes me finally open my mouth in front of Mr. Krishna is none other than my guilt towards Mr. Raharja."

The god slightly scrunched his forehead. "The opa? What does this have to do with the late opa?"

Wibawa stared at the wall of the room behind the back of the God with a slightly glaring gaze. His memory is again focused on the nature of Mr. Raharja who is so good. "Pak Raharja and Widuri's mother are one of the noble-hearted owners of the company. He is the owner of a company that cares about its employees. During his service in the company of Mr. Raharja, he often helped me when I was in a slump. The thing I remember the most when he extended his help in financing the entire cost of the surgical removal of my wife's uterus which had been gnawed by cancer for a long time."

Wibawa's chest felt increasingly crowded. Holding something that felt so tight to his chest like being squeezed by two large stones that made it even harder to breathe. "Sin before God and my guilt have kept my life unsettled, sir. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry."

The gods are still unmoved, unable to say anything. Wibawa's tears began to fall one by one.

"It turns out God punished me with the death of my wife. I was abandoned by the only woman I loved so much. Since then I've been plagued by that guilt." Wibawa linked back his bead to look at the face of God firmly. "I have nothing and no one else. If the Lord intends to put me in prison, I will accept. That way I can make up for the guilt that always undermines my life."

"I'll never put you in jail. But I ask you to do one thing for me. Certainly to end the crime that might be re-done by brother Dira."

"What is it sir? I'll definitely do it."

"Be a witness to the evil of Brother Dira in front of the green table. Perhaps in such a way it could rid yourself of the shackles of that guilt."

***

The clock indicates two o'clock in the morning. The man looked so good in the cradle of his dreams. While a pregnant woman who was lying on her side seemed so agitated, not calm in her sleep.

His increasingly bulging stomach, made the woman a little uncomfortable in positioning her body. Tilted to the right, tilted to the left, even supine has tried many times, but still it feels amazing. Not to mention coupled with the often he went in and out of the bathroom to urinate which makes his resting pattern slightly changed from before he went through a period of pregnancy like this.

"Darling... Why awake? Let's go to sleep again!"

The god was a little distracted when he felt the woman sleeping beside him changing positions. Until finally he saw the wife leaning her body on the headboard of the bed while rubbing her stomach.

"Darling, it's still night. Find the wind tomorrow yes," said Dewa still with a sleepy mode extraordinary.

Mara just smiled knot. She knew that her husband was so exhausted because he had arrived home only eleven o'clock last night. "I'm alone in the back garden is okay Mas. You continue the rest."

"But Baby...."

"Just for a moment. I just want to find the wind in the back garden."

"True, don't I need to be with darling? I'm really sleepy. My eyes feel like they're getting rat glue, they can't get it."

Mara chuckles amusedly. She could only gently rub her husband's cheeks. "It's not why. Now go back to sleep. I went to the back garden first."

"Alright, be careful, honey. Don't take too long. Fifteen minutes you have to go back to your room!"

"Good Mas."

Mara got out of bed. He tied his hair and wore a long-sleeved cardigan to slightly dampen the cold that might be so felt in the back garden later. Slowly, he began to leave this private room.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. I feel so thirsty."

While in the kitchen that looks dim, Dira is seen sitting in front of the mini bar while sipping a cup of hot coffee that he just made. He faintly heard the footsteps of someone upstairs who immediately made his head look up. Mara's shadow began to descend the stairs.

A grin suddenly appeared on Dira's lips. Not even just a grin, an evil plan suddenly appeared within his brain. "It looks like he's going to the kitchen. I'll use this opportunity to harm that woman."

Dira moved from his sitting position. He took the cooking oil packaging, then he spilled the contents on the floor of this kitchen. After that he moved slowly to immediately leave this kitchen.

"One pat, two flies will be wiped out. You miscarried and maybe you'll have a concussion too!"

Mara's body has already reached the kitchen area.

One step...

Two steps....

Three steps.....

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. connect...

What happened to Mara

a. Missed and miscarried?

b. Missed but not to miscarriage?

c. Surviving the danger created by Dira?

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