The Love of the Duda

TCSD 161: Getting Into the Trap

"I really don't do that Mbok. Oma I've considered as my own parents, not to the heart if I harm her!"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, using a pillow to immerse her face, Mara still looks as unwilling as she spills her tears. Like a broken river embankment hit by flash floods, the tears of the old pregnant woman endlessly flooded the beautiful face that now looks more and more sad.

His back also looks up and down irregularly as if to withstand the feeling of tightness that was very felt squeezing his chest. The faithful Mbok Darmi stood by the young mistress, rushing to land his butt next to Mara. Like what he did before while in the kitchen, the housekeeper oma Widuri tried to calm Mara down.

"Simbok believes that the young mistress did not do that. This must be someone who wants to make the young mistress a victim of one's greed."

With full of tenderness, mbok Darmi rubbed his employer's back. Probably in the eyes of most people, mbok Darmi is one of the household assistants who are not polite because the barani-dare to do such a close thing to the employer where there is no other relationship between the two other than the employer and assistant relationship. However, this is the difference Mara in the eyes of mbok Darmi himself. Her young mistress has always been kind to anyone. He can always carry himself in any situation. So that the presence of the woman always gets a good response from the people around her.

Mara who heard Darmi's mbok recitation suddenly raised her head. Like the difficulty of capturing the intent spoken by this mbok Darmi. "What do you mean Darmi? Is there anyone who intends to make me a victim? If so, who is that guy? I feel like I have no enemies. But why is there someone who intends to make me a victim?"

Mbok Darmi smelled a little of his smile. This young mistress of his was too possessed of a heart so pure that it was presumed that everyone who was nearby was really kind to her. But it does not rule out the possibility that one of them has bad intentions.

"Maybe it's true that the young mistress feels she has no enemies. But what if that person was the one who considered the existence of the young mistress as his enemy? The enemy has achieved all his ambitions?"

Mara was more flabbergasted, word for word from the lips mbok Darmi is increasingly unable to digest at all. "I really don't understand Mbok. What do you mean by darmi?"

"Already Nyah. Young mistress, don't be too busy thinking about this. Better the young mistress get some rest."

"But what if the police come here later? What am I supposed to do?"

"The young lady is sure that she didn't do anything to the big madam right?"

Mara nodded her head steadily. "For God's sake, I didn't do that. I don't know why there's an oil spill on the kitchen floor."

Mbok Darmi smiled at his smile. Holding the employer's shoulder with the intention to throw away all the fear felt by Mara. "If the young mistress believes that she has done nothing, rest assured that God will always protect her. And in a sense, Lord God is planning something to prove that Madam is innocent at all."

The words mbok Darmi like a small gap for Mara can be calm again. While Mbok Darmi still shows the best facial features that he has in front of his master. "Calm Mrs. In a moment, the trap that the bad guy had set would have put his own body into that trap."

Meanwhile, in a different room, there was a woman who was prancing with excitement. A smile ceaselessly on his lips as a sign that he is currently too happy.

"It turns out my brain was brilliant enough to be able to make that scenario. I'm sure after this God will report this incident to the authorities immediately and I will act as a key witness. After that ... finished your history Ra. Haha haahaaha."

With a radiant face like the morning sun that had just woken up from his long sleep, Dira had already put together the events that would happen after this. The series of events that will certainly be the end of Mara's existence in this house which she considers as an obstacle to even getting what she wants. The woman quickly dropped her body weight on the bed. He looked at the ceiling of the room with a happy twinkle that was so obvious while imagining something beautiful that he would get after this. Until in the end, the woman's eyelids were closed due to drowsiness that was very whack.

Let the woman dive into her beautiful dreams. Before the bitter reality of the bile tub came to him.

***

"So how's Oma doing, Doc? She's okay, isn't she?"

Dr. Ramzi who is a doctor who always handles the health of Ora Widuri, seems to throw a little rough breathing and his face a little pias. Maybe from the look of the doctor's face, such as indicating that the current Oma Widuri is in a state of not okay.

"The impact of a violent impact on the back of Madam Widuri's head made her experience a hematoma, sir!"

Vishnu and Dewa, who happened to be in Ramzi's doctor's room after the doctor finished examining the state of Ora Widuri, could only throw one another's eyes. I don't understand what this doctor said.

"hematoma? What is Doc?" Vishnu asked filled with intense curiosity. Expect if the hematoma is not one of the conditions that are quite serious.

"Hematoma is one of the head injuries that cause the rupture of blood vessels around the brain or the inner skull bone. As a result, blood collects or clots in the gap between the brain and the skull bone, then forms a hematoma (blood clot)," said Dr. Ramzi opened his exposure.

Vishnu and Dewa were both stunned for a moment. Hearing the doctor's initial exposure further led the two brothers into a sense of anxiety that was clearly visible through the look of their eyes.

"Oma can definitely recover as before, right Doc? He'll be safe, won't he?" cecar Dewa seemed to force the doctor to be able to make Oma Widuri recover as usual.

"Epidural Hematoma, that is what is currently experienced by Madam Widuri, sir. This is a very serious head injury. This condition increases the pressure in the skull, then results in loss of consciousness and permanent brain damage."

Doctor Ramzi slightly let out a rough breath. It feels so heavy he conveys the condition of his patients, but how else? He must convey in detail what is experienced by the patient to his family, as bitter as it is.

Like being struck by lightning during the day, the exposure of Dr. Ramzi successfully made the bodies of God and Vishnu limp instantly. The bones that supported the bodies of the two seemed to crumble dimly to make them lose their footing.

"But there's still a possibility that Oma will recover, right Doc?" said the Lord broke the silence that was created after the bad news he received.

"We both pray, sir. Hopefully there will be a miracle from God, so that Madam Widuri can recover as usual."

God and Vishnu both bow their heads. Soluble in each other's minds. But the more they dissolved into that thought, the more they dragged the two into the terrifying silhouette that the woman they loved the most would experience.

***

In one of the cafeterias in this hospital, Dewa and Vishnu both enjoy a cup of hot coffee to relieve drowsiness that has been felt since a few hours ago.

The dark sky slowly turned into golden streaks of color on the eastern horizon, a sign that the morning had come. The atmosphere of the morning is usually passed with happiness and a new spirit, but this time it does not apply to the two brothers who are currently in mourning. Oma Widuri's condition really makes both dissolve in deep sadness.

Vishnu almost choked on the coffee he was enjoying. He quickly put the coffee cup back and asked for an explanation of what his sister was throwing. "You mean what Wa? Why do you suddenly want to imprison my wife?"

"I have the evidence of the crimes committed by Brother Dira five years ago. And I think it's the right time for Brother Dira to take responsibility for all his actions."

"Five years ago? What do you mean Wa? I really don't understand!"

"It was Dira who was behind the bankruptcy of the oma company, Sis."

Vishnu. "How could my wife do that Wa? Though he had never set foot in the oma company at all? So what do you mean the bankruptcy of the oma company has something to do with my wife?"

"Kak Dira cooperates with the head of production. Mr. Wibawa, he's the one who became an extension of brother Dira to commit his crime."

"What??"

The god sighed deeply then slowly exhaled. "I think the slipping of Oma in the kitchen is none other than the actions of Brother Dira. But for more details, we can see CCTV footage that leads to the kitchen. From there, we will both know, who actually has the evil behavior. And I hope Vishnu's brother can be invited to cooperate."

"If all this mess is because of my wife, I'll follow what you plan to do!"

"Including putting Dira's brother in prison?"

Vishnu nodded faintly. "Do it, though I love Dira greatly, but I cannot accept that he himself is the thorn in our great family. Especially regarding Oma's safety."

***

Geck... Tock.... Tock....

I heard the door of the house of Oma Widuri being knocked on at nine in the morning. The atmosphere still feels lonely because in the house there is only Mara, Dira, and also mbok Darmi.

Dira who happened to be sitting relaxed in the living room, got up from his sitting position and swung his footsteps into the living room to open the door. His face became even more radiant as he saw who had come this morning.

"Sir cop?" he said as he saw two policemen standing in front of him.

"Good morning, Mom. I'm sorry I wanted to see you....."

"So sir, I'll call the man. I know who you're looking for."

Still standing in the doorway, Dira slightly looked back. He shouted from his current position.

"Bec... The Mara.... Comehere! Someone's looking for you!"

Mara who was making a glass of milk for pregnant women was a little surprised when she heard the cry of Dira. He also abandoned his intention to make milk and chose to meet Dira who was in the living room.

Both of Mara's eyes were wide open when she saw two men in police uniforms standing at the door. "What's wrong, brother?"

"This cop's looking for you, Ra." Dira paused for a moment and again linked his gaze towards this policeman. "Well, sir, this is the woman you're looking for. Mara, she's the woman who tried to harm Oma Widuri."

Hearing Dira's words, it made the two policemen astonished. "Sorry ma'am, but what we're looking for isn't Mara."

Forehead frowning. "Not Mara? Then who is Sir?"

"Indira Anarawati Anindya, that's what we're looking for!"

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Source: Allodok.com