The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 44. Kena Grebek
Chapter 44. Kena Grebek
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"The goal is not the main, the main thing is the process!"
(Taken from the lyrics of the song Iwan Fals ~ Like the Sun)
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"Mom Rania!" bastian said he panicked as soon as the elevator doors were forcibly opened, featuring a drowning Rania, who knew how long she had been there with little oxygen.
Without waiting any longer, Bastian immediately entered the elevator. He lifted the woman's body quickly. Panic is immeasurable.
"We're taking her to Miss Rania's room!" bastian's orders to the others, with the intention of immediately opening the door of the woman's room.
Satrio swiftly opened the door, while Bang Togar also entered the room.
He put Rania's body on the red sofa. Straighten her legs. Some people followed Bastian.
"Damn!, why did I think this way!" his inner being saw the smooth thigh, which was plastered in half. Yeah right, Rania that morning was wearing a skirt.
" Please get some water!" bastian said asking for help to CS who was on the doorstep, trying to brush off his dirty thoughts.
"I'm sorry, if you'd like to check what's the problem?" Seen the chief engineering staff was saying goodbye to continue his duties. Followed by Bang Togar who followed out.
"Okay, thanks!" answer Bastian.
"Let's disband, get back to your jobs?" tell the chairman earlier to some employees who are still there. Make the crowd unravel instantly.
Satrio and Bang Togar were seen talking with security staff, because Bang Togar was the witness.
Rania still looks limp, unable to speak an item. Bastian is seen covering his thigh which is slightly visible using a cloth, it looks like Rania's scarf is on a hanger near his desk.
Rania with a limp face looked at Bastian, Bastian also looked at Rania. They stared at each other for a few seconds.
"This is the water sir!" the arrival of CS by carrying a glass of mineral water, successfully interrupted their actions to look at each other.
"Thank you" said Bastian.
"Mom, drink first!" Bastian gave a glass of water.
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Rania
He was happy to hear that someone knew of his whereabouts. However, apparently the lack of oxygen makes it difficult for him to breathe. His sight began to blur. But when he was almost no longer strong enough to open his eyes because he was about to faint, the door was seen open.
He could hear Bastian's screaming voice.
He could feel Bastian's heartbeat beating fast, as he was carried in bridal style by the man.
The masculine scent was also unintentionally inhaled by him. But his body was completely limp, lacking any power. Even to open your voice.
He was even very flattered when the man covered his slightly open thigh, because this morning he was somehow wearing a formal skirt.
"Thank you" he said after sipping half of the glass. Makes her feel a little better.
"I'll call Mr. Abhimanyu first" Bastian said. Of course this must be known by the older sister.
But not expected, he even held Bastian's hand.
"Don't go, stay here!" pinta Rania with a weak voice.
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Dhira
During the day Shinta and her husband had returned from Bu Kartika's residence. Dhira is seen cleaning up the rest of the cup and some snacks on the living room table. Take him to the kitchen.
Sayup-sayup sounding adzan Dzuhur reverberating. He washed the glasses and some of the dirty furniture in a special sink of laundry.
His mind daydreams, why do misfortunes come and go in his life?. What is the reward for his past mistakes not yet over?.
Seeing her daughter daydreaming, Bu Kartika came closer. As a mother, obviously she also felt the sadness that her eldest daughter experienced.
"If the heart feels heavy it is good to give it to God!" Dhira turned a glance, then continued to wash those few glasses. He tried to smile as Bu Kartika looked at him.
Yes, he can still hold it even though Indra has crushed his heart. Her ex-husband seemed to cut a new wound on the old grief. His swear words inevitably made Dhira feel heartache many times.
"Only God knows what will happen!" said Bu Kartika gave advice.
Dhira still faithfully heard, even though his eyes were already hot.
" I know you're strong!" said Bu Kartika patted Dhira on the shoulder, then left her daughter.
The tears had now slid, soaking Dhira's clean cheeks. It turns out that glorifying love must be redeemed with sadness. Indra was not the person he knew.
I don't know until when he can live a quiet life and get true happiness
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This afternoon he was at his home. The former house he knitted the household with Dhira. The woman who used to choose him, rather than his mother. Genuine love, true love seems to have no meaning in his eyes.
Evidently, he dared to include a third person in his household. A test that he could not pass as a man of God.
Now behold, what did he gain from his wicked deeds!.
It hurts, doesn't it hurt to see our loved ones betray us?.
"Adrrrggghhh!!" Indra damaged various vases and decorations displayed on his nightstand. He really doesn't take it, it hurts, it breaks.
A neat house in an instant turned into a random adul. Seen some glassware that has become a puzzle, even a number of jars and vases with a cheap price that also became the target of Indra's tantrums.
He shuffled to the cold floor of his house, the floor as cold as his heart. He wept, lamenting his destruction. At the same time, he stared at a photo of his smiling son, wearing a medal as he became a Primary School Volleyball champion a few years ago.
He smiled, at that time he was still knitting the beauty of love with Andhira. The outpouring of regret penetrates into the Indra's heart.
But what to say, rice has become porridge. The tangled thread in front of him was complicated. Disrespectfully fired from the BCS, finds a nice Renata with another man, his enmity with Andhira's family, as well as his parents who also hate him.
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Without intending to clean up the mess that Indra made in his house, that night he darted towards a discotheque. Intended to vent fatigue in his stacked brain.
The loud sound of DJ music also made his heart shake. Echoing every corner of the room with those twinkling lights.
"Give me Wisky!" he told the khaki-haired bartender.
"Okay sir" he answered.
He downed the sloki for the sake of that alcoholic drink. His heart was empty, as if it had no purpose in life.
But he was completely disinterested, preferring to drown himself in alcohol in front of him. Nothing of interest to him at the moment. His heart was empty.
I don't know how long he's been in a place with such an intoxicating nightworld treat. The glittering world of wailing.
But a split second later, there was a loud sound. The sound of screams emanating from the lips of the women of the night that roamed there.
"Don't move this place around in the siege!" there were some plainclothes policemen present there, holding guns. Made some women there scream in fear.
The pleasant atmosphere instantly turned a hundred and eighty degrees. It seems that Indra came at an inopportune time. Obviously there's been a raid on that discotheque.
"Bless your hands, everyone!!" tell a tall, well-built policeman, it seems he is the commander of his personnel.
"Damn!" said Indra raised both hands up, while glancing here and there to find a gap. Maybe he can still escape.
Clash the officer's resolute voice, making everyone there stand with a face of tension, fear and panic.
But more unexpectedly, at the end of the table next to the DJ stand there was a drunk man who fought back, directed a ngawur shot, leaning bullets in various directions.
"Yahoooo!!!" the boisterous sound of screaming mixed with the sound of bullets that dar der dor, making the opportunity for some people there to escape.
When things start not conducive, Indra has a chance to escape. Even with a head that is starting to weigh. Effects of drinking too much.
"Hey!! don't run!!" a policeman who knew Indra's actions about to run away shouted at him. But it can be guessed, Indra is still vigorous to run towards the exit.
Dor Dor Dor Dor
Police were forced to fire because Indra did not heed the warning given.
Dor Dor
"Ohhhh!!" Indra grimaced, apparently the bullet managed to graze and scratch his right arm as he ran.
And when he was about to pass through a door, he unexpectedly hit the body of a woman. Judging from his appearance it seems like he is the women who used to open BO for striped nose men. It seems that the woman has the same goal.
Escape.
"Acqueen!" the woman screamed in pain, because of the narrow doorway, about to pass through Indra with the young woman. Made the road tight, and instead made the woman's body fall.
"Good God I'm sorry!" indra said in a hurry, feeling pity.
"Sick Sir!!" the woman's legs seemed to be a little sprained.
"DAR!!" Indra clucked, inevitably Indra grabbed the woman's hand and helped her to stand up, holding her and then in a hurry they ran. Although with a pain in his right arm due to a hot lead. He could even feel that blood was still flowing from his burly arm.
Their goal was the same, escaping from the law enforcement raid. They ran with their hands together. Escape somewhere, the important thing is they can get away first from things that could have made their lives not good.
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