The Mission Down To The Heart

The Tragedy of the Beatings

...☕This story is a mere fiction. Sorry if there is a similarity in the names of the characters and the scene. Please be wise in reading, impregnated word for word, so that the purpose reaches the heart of the reader☕...

Zamroni was on a golf course with a young man whose age was not much different from Fennita. Only one year older than Fennita.

The golf game is quite good on the field that presents the vast green grass. Zamroni Turn. He took a swing to hit the golf ball into the hole that became his target.

Pokk!

The white ball had been hit using steel and graphite golf sticks. Less than a few inches the ball goes into the hole.

"Ha-ha-ha. Less is a minute, Om!" exclaim that young man.

"Yes, Yon. It's not as good as you are" he said.

Dion Sanjaya, a young businessman son of Alex Sanjaya. Enough good looks that are able to thrill the soul of women who see it, but not applicable to Fennita. The woman always refused and ignored her existence.

"Later tonight take your papah to dinner with our family, Yon. We're talking about a matchmaking plan."

"Ready, Om! Finally ... Dion was happy to see Fennita again. Let Dion tie him up, let's not run like a rat!"

"Ha-ha-ha. You're the cat so you can catch him!"

They continue their game. Until it does not feel the sun is getting stinging on their skin. It felt like it was burning from the sting.

They decided to end the game, with a win in Dion's hands. When going out of the golf course, Zamroni met with a rival who will be his opponent in the PilPres later.

"Wah-wah-wah .. lots of free time, Mr Zam?" ask a man whose age may not be far adrift with the Zamroni.

He is Yunus Ahmadi, one of his toughest competitors in the presidential election. He is his toughest competitor because he already has mass on the PilGub. Yes, Yunus Ahmadi had participated in the PilGub nomination, but lost the vote from his opponent at that time. And now Mister Yunus wants to advance in the PilPres. But, it will not dampen the intention of Zamroni who wants to occupy the seat of the President of this country.

"Ah, how are you, Mr Yunus? Yes, again enjoying the same free time as prospective ghosts before I will be preoccupied with the world of the presidency," replied Zamroni by slipping a reproach for Jonah.

Jonah clenched his hand trying to stabilize his emotions. Then he approached Zamroni's ears, whispering something that made Zamroni could not control himself and immediately threw a fist at him and resulted in a beating tragedy.

Dion tried to break up the fight that was going on. Remind Zamroni of the possibility of media crew there and could destroy everything.

Dion carried Zamroni's old body away immediately from Jonah before a punch floated down his cheek again.

The media crew always knows the right momentum to concoct the news to be warm. Just two hours after leaving the golf course, when Zamroni had entered his home area, the atmosphere became boisterous. Many media crews visited his home to get confirmation of the tragedy of beating a successful businessman.

Zamroni was in the fog looking for a way into his own house. He didn't bring any bodyguards. He's not ready to answer questions from the media. Now he is playing cat and mouse with the media crew. Until he asked the police for help and called his bodyguard to immediately sterilize his residence.

It took a while for the media to completely leave his house. He used that time to surf in cyberspace. He was trapped by Jonah. He is currently watching a short interview conducted by Jonah in front of the media.

"No, this wound is nothing. Maybe Mr. Zamroni wanted to joke but was too strong, ha-ha-ha." Jonah gave a statement that seemed to confirm that he had been beaten by the Zamroni.

"Are you going to report it, sir?" ask one of the reporters.

"No! I reiterate again, I will not report him. He is not wrong at all! We are joking about forgetting the real world. Okay guys, just get here first. I still have a need. Wassalamualaikum," he told the media.

The blood of the Emerald instantly boiled listening to Jonah's words. "So this is your plan to overthrow me?"

"What's wrong, look at the revenge I'm going to give you!"

"I'm tired! Let me rest, cook good! We're gonna have a candidate for besan tonight, okay?" the Zamroni's orders to his wife.

Isnaeni simply nodded undoing her intention to ask further. What he was thinking about now was Fennita's feelings. What would his child feel like if his Papa still forced him to marry Dion?

"Gapain daydreaming here? Quickly cook it!"

"Yes Pah, yes. Go to sleep and calm your mind." Isnaeni moved from the room to the kitchen. Thinking about the menu he will serve later tonight for his guests. Immediately see the contents of the refrigerator complete with fresh food ingredients.

With skill, he wanted to make fruit pudding with fla flush sauce as a dessert. Then prepare the ingredients to make wagyu steak.

Aided by some of her ART she cooked the food. Work in a modern kitchen equipped with the number one advanced equipment in the country.

*****

The Maghrib's Adhan rattled Fennita's ears, waking her from her nap. Fennita immediately got out of bed to the bathroom. He took off all the clothes attached to his body, then went into the bathup.

He was all over his body except his head. Playing with the foam that his liquid soap produced. A fragrance filled the room. He forgot the time to get out of his routine.

He had finished his bathing ritual, immediately changed his clothes and was about to go back to sleep. He was too lazy to leave his room. Of course his intentions did not go smoothly. Someone knocked on the door again.

"Who?" tanyakanya.

"Mom, Fen."

"Fenni sleepy, Mah. "

"Please open for a moment, dear," please Isnaeni from outside. Inevitably Fennita finally opened the door for him.

"Change your clothes, and slightly polish your face. Immediately down because we have guests," said Isnaeni softly.

"Although you do not like our guests, accepting guests is respectful and sincerely greeting people who come to visit our house."

Fennita gave a rude snort and closed the door of her room back. "You wait downstairs, son!" isnaeni said half-calling.

Fennita shook her head in wonder at the attitude of her parents. If there's an emergency exit, then Fenni will head for that door.

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