The Murder of the Beloved

Chapter 14

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"Yes. Hopefully not so. What about Dinda? I don't think I've heard your story about that kid for long."

"Since Lilis got married, Dinda's never been here. Neither did the phone. I'd like to call but it doesn't taste good. Worrying about Dinda so hard to talk freely. Understandably there is already Bram, the person who is usually used as the talk."

"Perhaps his bad guess has not come true so far. Bram managed to neutralize his instincts. They're on good terms now. If there's a problem, she'll call you, won't she?"

"If he doesn't call, that doesn't mean there's no problem. Considering he used to be very confident in his instincts, I just hope he doesn't have a good relationship with Bram."

"Lho?" Bustaman doesn't understand.

"Suspiciousness made him more vigilant guarding himself."

"Ah, you really mean it?" Bustaman scratched his head. It is better that he does not confuse himself with the problem. He prefers to face something real, according to his profession.

But Della's worries soon disappeared after Dinda called her. "Sorry, Aunt. I haven't told you in a long time. Now there's a chance. Mom and Om go for a walk. Aunt is asleep."

"So how are you? Mom said you were okay."

"Yes. I'm fine, Auntie. Now I'm busy learning kung fu with dad." Dinda lowered her voice.

"What's? Kungfu?" Della laughs. Such a thing is typical of Dinda. "So you didn't learn English like your mom said?"

"Yes, Aunt. After being told, I must have said something. And he will tell Om. But that is exactly what is not wanted. Don't let Om know."

Della frowned. "You learned that to deal with it, didn't you?"

"Rubber, Aunt. That's why I don't want him to know. Let her think I'm a helpless weak girl."

"Well, is that what you want, Din?"

"Now every night I block the door with tables and chairs, Auntie."

"Lho, isn't there a key?"

"Nothing, Auntie. The key's gone."

"Seek for a new one, Din! Come onl. Tell mom."

"I don't want you to think anything. He'll definitely ask. How could I possibly tell the real cause? I don't want to ruin his relationship with Om. Poor thing."

Della stunned. So the boy loved his mother. Though Lilis often call Dinda selfish and attach importance to her own feelings. It turns out that opinion is not true. Della learned a valuable lesson. Although a child likes to rebel and oppose, but in the heart he still retains the love and even willing to sacrifice. Isn't that very touching? Honey, Lilis doesn't know that.

"In that case, take good care of yourself. But regarding that key, I have a suggestion. How about you install the concubine yourself? I've got spare ducts following practical drill equipment. That's easy. If you want, I'll have Beni there right now. Your mom hasn't come home yet, how?"

"Let's Beni ask around, Auntie. What am I supposed to tell him?"

"No. He won't wonder.

"When you're caught, Auntie?"

"Ah, is the item wrapped. Just tell me you want PR. I'll order that to him."

Dinda laughs. "Ih, aunty's smart to make sense of it."

Della laughed too. "Ah, time is just smart. Alright. Don't waste time. You just wait for Beni's arrival."

After the phone call ended, Della immediately called Beni, her eldest son who was the same age as Dinda and gave her instructions while fixing and wrapping the items to be given to Dinda. A few moments later Beni has stopped his motorbike and headed to Dinda's house.

An hour later, a short time for Della, Beni had returned with the package. "Lho?" ask Della for wonder. "Aren't you given, Ben?"

"Bi Can't wake up?"

"No. He slept like a pig. Short survived. Now Dinda's room can be locked from the inside. What danger is there, Ma? until it has to be installed this night? Can't tomorrow?"

Della realized, Beni could not be told to shut up if he had not received an explanation. "Ah, it's not really because there's a danger, Ben. He only feels bad when he sleeps with the door unlocked. The key's gone."

"Why didn't he just ask Om Bram for help?"

"It's not good, Ben. Looks like he just felt insecure about Om Bram."

"Absolutely Om Bram's a dracula, Ma?"

Della was annoyed by the question, but laughed. "Ah, you are very chatty, do not ask only. But you weren't explained by Dinda?"

"He asked back, is it strange that the door of the room was fitted with a vacuum because the key was missing?"

Della laughed again. "Well, do you think it's weird?"

Beni thought for a moment. "No, no ..."

"Well, yes, dong. If it's not strange, why are you asking so many questions?"

"But ..., why doesn't Dinda want to be known by Aunt Lilis and Om Bram? He's up to guard everything even against Bi Imah."

"That's because he's worried about being thoughtless. .., stop! Don't ask me again," stop Della when Beni opens her mouth.

"I don't want to ask, Ma." Beni protest.

"Oh, what are you talking about, Ben?"

"The draw, dong Ma."

"Berez! But there are conditions. Don't tell your sister."

"And to Aunt Lilis and Om Bram?" ask Beni to joke.

"Hus! Watch, yeah!"

Beni laughs amusedly. In fact, he was also happy because he managed to carry out the task he was told well. Now he could think of what rewards he could ask of his mother.

Then the phone rings. From Dinda. "Thank you Aunt. Beni worked skillfully. He's talented as a handyman."

Della laughs. "It's good that it's done. So soon you can sleep comfortably huh?" Della glanced towards Beni, who was putting an ear nearby.

"Yes, Aunt. Thank you again. Is Beni home yet?"

"Already, again nagging near me."

Beni stuck out her tongue, but settled in its place. Sounds like Dinda's laughing. "So I forgot to tell him, Auntie. I'll give you a gift for his help."

"Well, don't give me Din's gift. He's been asking for something in return."

Beni exclaimed near her mother. "What's Din's gift? Want dong!"

There Dinda laughed. "Well, two dead, Auntie. Say later. But surprise first. Uh, Aunt Dell was a long time ago. They're home."

"Yes. See ya later."

Della put the phone down in relief. That night Dinda didn't have to cradle the door with tables and chairs. Too bad. If it wasn't for something, it would be impossible for Dinda to bother with it that way.

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