THIS IS MY DESTINY...

84 stroke....

" Buk e...buk e....!" mr. Hasan came panting.

" Must splash dewe" (always splash himself)

" I'm confused buk, wong-wong podo takok enek suoro cry baby iriku baby sopo?" (i'm confused ma'am, everyone is asking me how the sound of a crying baby is who's baby?)

" Answer your daughter!" (just answer your grandson!)

Mr. Hasan's eyes immediately sparkled. " Angsal?" (by nduk)

Safia nodded with a smile.

Mr. Hasan approached the baby box. Gets Safia's hotshot baby. Mr. Hasan really likes baby Safia. Once in a while Mr. Hasan held Safia's baby while being spoken to. It was as if the baby could talk.

" Mbuk jenengno sopo nduk baby Iki?!" (what's this baby called?)

Safia looked down sad. She remembered her husband.

" Your son Iki handsome, strong koyo simbok e. yok opo lak dijenengno Arjuno?"( your son is handsome, strong like his mother. What if it's called Arjuna?)

Safia nodded with a smile.

" Aryan....Arjuno...putu ne pak Hasan.....! true star..gintang" (Arjuna....Arjuna... his grandson Mr. Hasan....! no star) Mr. Hasan jigged while holding baby Safia.

Safia smiled at Hasan's behavior.

" Bapak Iki yo... Ojo sui-sui carried Arjuno, your ambition is more marai Arjuno semaput" (this father is yes... don't long hold Arjuna, your baby is not good later Arjuna fainted).

" Iihh Ibuk....!" Mr. Hasan put Arjuna back in the baby box.

" Nduk, the same mother wants to sell food with coffee on the edge of Amprong's coban"

" Neh buk, pak...!"

" Be careful, don't go out far! stray later!"

" No..." Safia nodded with a smile.

Safia felt a sense of warmth in the middle of Mr. Hasan's family. Mr. Hasan's house is far from the residential area. The house is a little secluded, but there is still easy access to the road.

Sometimes Safia gets a little scared at night. The sounds of the night animals are so sticky, that it makes the feathers of Safia slightly bristled. Mr. Hasan's house is made of woven bamboo, so if the night feels so cold. Because anggin can break through the cracks of bamboo.

Safia came out of Hasan's house, intending to observe the situation around Hasan's house. Arjuna deliberately left at home because he was asleep in his sleep. Safia walked about fifteen meters from Mr. Hasan's house. Safia could only see the trails and shady trees.

When he looked around, Safia was shocked. He saw some people who were strong as if looking for something. Safia smothered her mouth with her own hands and ran into Mr. Hasan's house again. Safia locked the door to Mr. Hasan's house.

With a breath of breath Safia took the baby and hid under the cot where she slept. Safia knew very well who the people were strong. They were Antony's men.

Safia's freaking out. He clutched Arjuna's body tightly. Sounds like a trail of steps approaching. Safia hugged Arjuna while holding back her sobs.

" Excuse me....! is there anyone inside?! excuse me....?"

" How quiet, try to see behind this house"

"okay!"

" There's no boss,"

" Let's get back to the car, we'll report to Erik's boss"

" About where did the big boss' mistress escape?"

" Hush! don't talk about your macem-macem! Entar being snapped by a new boss knows the taste!"

There were footsteps away from Mr. Hasan's house. However, suddenly something fell from inside Mr. Hasan's house. Antony's men are back at Hasan's. Safia's getting scared.

" Boss, it seems like there are people...!"

" Try you peek...!"

Haus,tok,tok..

O Allah, save me from these wicked men. O Allah.hiks,hiks,hiks.

Suddenly the back door of Mr. Hasan's house was opened forcibly. There was a step approaching Safia's couch where she was hiding.

" nduk....,nduk fia....! Nyang ngendi cah iki?" (lho nduk, nduk fia....! where did this kid go?)

Safia doesn't hear Hasan. She kept crying under the couch.

Mr. Hasan felt he heard something strange under the cot. Then Mr. Hasan looked down at the couch. Mr. Hasan was so surprised to see Safia hiding under the cot.

" Your mother...! nyapo neng kunu?" (kid, why hide there?)

Mr. Hasan helped Safia out from under the cot.

Safia was still trembling and crying in fear.

" Kene luluh...!" (here sit..!) mr. Hasan guided Safia to sit on the edge of the cot. then Mr. Hasan took water in a glass to give to Safia.

Safia took a sip of water with trembling hands until the water spilled slightly over her clothes.

Mr. Hasan was so astonished to see Safia who was so frightened.

" Eyek opo nduk?" (what's up, son?) mr. Hasan held the baby Safia and placed it in the baby box.

" Fia's scared sir...!" Safia was crying again.

" Wedi enek opo?" (fear why?)

" Wau teng ngajeng lightly nyulik kula zinc poles" (in front there are people who want to kidnap me)

" Ndi nduk? neng Ngarep not getting wong" (where's son? in front of no one) Mr. Hasan clingak-clinguk looked for the people that Safia meant.

Safia raised her head and turned towards the front door. Safia pointed at the door.

" tenggriku sir, wau enten tiyang katah" (there sir, there are many people)

" Wes-wes, your crew neng kene ae.. tak balek neng warung karo gowo coffee. buk e tak kon balek ngancani your crew!" (already, you're here.d like to return to sanity with sugar. My mother takes care of coming home to accompany you)

" But sir...!"

" Neng kene ae,kancingen lawang e kan njero" (here, lock the door from the inside)

Safia nodded.

Mr. Hasan hastily picked up the coffee and some whining of the powdered drink. Mr. Hasan immediately left Safia alone at home. While Safia immediately locked the meeting of Mr. Hasan's house from the inside.

On the way Mr. Hasan was agitated. Finally Mr. Hasan hastened his steps towards the stall where he sells. Warung Pak Hasan is not far from his house. about 200 meters from his house. Therefore Mr. Hasan and Bu Lastri usually walk if leaving for the stall.

From a distance, Mr. Hasan looks crowded. Mr. Hasan immediately accelerated his steps towards the stall. Bu Lastri seemed busy serving orders of the men who visited his stall. Mr. Hasan helped Ms. Lastri prepare what they ordered. Once in a while Mr. Hasan noticed some people visiting his stall

They are not like people in general who intend to visit the attractions of Coban anprong waterfall.

" The gold is not here, is it?" Mr. Hasan started to open the conversation.

" No, we're from Surabaya. Didn't stop by accidentally because there's business here"

" What business, if you can know!" Suddenly Miss Lastri came to the conversation.

" Your...!" Mr. Hasan glared.

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