The Murder of the Beloved

Chapter 35

Her mother thought it was because she was jealous and did not like to see her mother happy. How sad that until his death, his mother still did not want to tell him about what Bram did and his own activities. He felt dark about everything. When Bram says that his mother likes to gamble, how can he prove that it is not true? He doesn't know anything!

Dinda was shocked by that awareness until she became limp and her mind was deadlocked. Again regrets. Again late. Oh mother, if only I could convince you there that the notion of me is very wrong. I hate that man not because I'm jealous. But he made me hate him on purpose!

Then Dinda heard Bram's laughing voice. Cynical as it sounds. As long as his mind had gone, he had almost forgotten the presence of Bram. Awareness just now was like a shocking blow. It turned out that he was still green and stupid for allowing himself to be used. This big man in front of him clearly won in ingenuity and cunning. He looked back at her. Now he not only saw hatred in the eyes of Bram but also scorn as before. Everything is blatant.

Dinda's blood is boiling. He felt a terrible anger, bubbling and pushing. Unarrestable. And he didn't want to hold it. When will he get a second chance? Nowisthetime. So with a sudden movement he jumped from his chair and then jumped further while swinging one leg from where all his energy was stretched, leading to Bram's smiling face! When Bram's expression changed to show surprise, the sole of Dinda's foot had already hit her chin so hard. In his sitting position and conditions not ready for an attack, Bram can not dodge in the slightest. He screamed in pain and rolled back with his chair!

Bi Imah was in a hurry to run and then stood glued to witness a strange sight. What he saw was completely reversed from the state he was worried about. It was not Dinda who was knocked down and persecuted, it was Bram!

Dinda signaled Imah to stay away. He himself stood in a ready position with both feet mounted sturdy horses. His gaze was sharp and alert. A man who is treated like that is certainly not willing to be silent. Especially if the man feels physically much stronger and more energetic.

But how astonished Dinda was when she saw Bram rise with great difficulty, moaning in pain. Both of his hands clasped his face at the bottom. Between his fingers was flowing red liquid. Seeing Dinda's blood become horrified. He was fascinated and lost his vain attitude. But he stayed in his place. Bi Imah is like that too. They were both fixated while looking at Bram!

The man sat down on the floor groaning in pain. It seems completely helpless. Dinda did not want to come closer because she was worried that Bram's attitude was just a ruse. It is impossible to be kicked so badly, he thought. But when Bram lowered his hand from his face, he saw that Bram's jaw was slightly slanted and his lips were broken! Dinda was surprised not to play. He glared in disbelief, that the consequences of his actions could be as severe as that. Then Bram looked at him. His eyes showed anger but also pleading. "Call doctor!" hisses with a wrinkled face. His voice sounds strange.

Dinda thought for a moment. He called Bustaman. But he didn't explain much when Bustaman's voice anxiously asked. "Here's someone in need of a doctor, Om!" said brief.

It was ten o'clock at night. But Bustaman comes with Della with his doctor's bag. Both of them looked tense and worried. Then they were astonished to see Dinda not lacking anything. And then they became even more astonished when they found Bram drooping on the carpet with a pillow under his head. Bustaman was really flabbergasted to see the injury suffered by Bram. He decided to take Bram to the hospital because he could not help him there.

After giving Bram a painkiller injection, Bustaman pulls Dinda in another room to question him. Della quickly followed. Bi Imah was told to take care of Bram but he did not want to get close.

Bustaman and Della gaped at Dinda's story. "Really dead, Om, Auntie. I was very angry and forgot myself" he said without saying that he really wanted to kick Bram long ago.

Bustaman bobbing head. "That's not Dind. That's not. I know, you're emotional. But I can't stop thinking, how could your kick crack his jaw!"

After her astonishment passed, Della smiled. "Dinda's smart kung fu now, Pa. I'm thrilled. Bram's got the stone now."

"alright. You're so smart, Din, '" Bustaman admitted. "But next time you have to be more in control. Do not get carried away easily with emotions. What you did was not defend yourself, but attack him. You better call your dad after we get Bram. Tell him."

After Bustaman and Della take Bram to the hospital in their car, Dinda follows Bustaman's advice to call her father.

Johan is not asleep. "Well, so you beat him up. Satisfied Dind?"

"Come, Dad. I was very satisfied. Now I'm not sure anymore. I may have done something else wrong."

"That's it. Now there is no point in regretting what has passed. There were good and bad things you did. Well, you already know where the progress of the science you learn and also vent your pent-up emotions. Count him as a guinea pig. Ha ha! But don't be happy, you know. There's bad too. I guess you can figure out what that is, Dind?"

"Yes, Dad. I thought there were two. The first is about emotions that I still can't control. Second, I've given myself a bad image. If Om Bram complained to the police, I must have looked worse in the eyes of the police. Complete my image as a child full of revenge and envy. So screw up the plan to complain that he has drained the mother's property and at the same time his motivation to get rid of the mother. Where could I ask for an autopsy?" lamented Dinda.

"That's fine. Ah, it's good you've realized. But don't be too disappointed, let alone desperate, Dind. Believe me, the truth will be revealed. And specifically about your emotions, don't be pessimistic. You're still young. The older you get, the more mature you will."

Dinda was comforted to hear his father's words.

"Now you're alone with Bi Imah?"

"Yes, Dad. Om Bus said, chances are Om Bram needs to be hospitalized goods a day two days."

"So she cried like a child?"

"Betul Well. It looks like it hurts. I was afraid to see him. What if he... if he dies?"

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