To Mutia

THIEVES

Mutia stopped her steps. Inwardly sighing, because he knows that at this time he is returning to being a material gossip.

He thought by living in an elite housing complex, no one would make it a byword. Too naive indeed, assume people who live in elite housing complexes, do not like to interfere in the affairs of others. Know it the same. Women if they have gathered, there must be something that becomes the gossip material.

"Mom-Mom, already. Don't like talking to people. Do you want to be firewood in hell? Speaking the truth is sinful, especially those we do not know the truth. His sins are multiplied." advice of a hijab-wearing woman who looks so graceful and wise. Mutia knew the woman as RT's wife.

"Ihh... mom RT, the mother is not worried if it turns out that the Mutia is impregnated with her husband Lamia? Where we live can get unlucky, you know, ma'am." The woman who started the gossip about herself said it again.

"Assalamualaikum, Mothers." walked over, Mutia greeted the friendly Mothers who were gossiping while commenting on the friendly smile as if she had heard nothing.

"Wahh... again buy vegetables?"

Before one of them responded, Mutia connected her words.

"Or... gossip someone?" shoot Mutia, making the few people talking about it instantly turn their faces away. His lips turned on a slanted smile, as his black bead stared at the vegetable seller.

"I want some soup."

"okay, Mutia. Want the same cauliflower?"

Mutia responded to the question with a nod, then she turned to look at RT's mom.

"Morning, mrs RT." said.

"By the side, Mutia. Oh yes, I said the transfer letter and renewal of your e-ktp is finished, so you can take it."

"Yes, mom. I'll take it."

"By the way, Mutia. I'm sorry I didn't mean to interfere, but I just wanted to ask, about your husband."

"It's okay, Mom. My husband is dead. One week before I came to Bali. I hope my answer is enough to tell me that the child in my womb is not the result of adultery and infidelity. If you want, I can show you my husband's death warrant." Mutia said as she rubbed her protruding stomach, hoping that her son did not follow the example of his actions that returned to lying.

"It's okay, Mom. I don't want to be accused of anything either. Being a widow is always viewed negatively by the general public. Who wants to be a widow. If you can choose, it's better to be a spinster, than a widow." Mutia's words succeeded in beating the heart of anyone who heard it.

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"Astagfirullah, why are so few people able to keep their mouth shut." Mutia mumbled on the way back to Lamia's house. His right hand held a sac filled with vegetables, while his left hand rubbed his stomach while continuing to mutter amit-amit in his grunts.

"Because of their mouths, I was provoked by emotion. Sok-sok said to show me the death certificate of the husband. How do you try? Wong Haikal is still healthy wa'alfiat, where can I take care of his death certificate. Do I have to kill Haikal, let him actually die? Oh, God, don't let that happen."

This time Mutia's left hand turned to lightly hit her temple. "Basic fool, you stupid fool. This is the name, out of the lion's den, into the crocodile's mouth, Mutia."

Amidst Mutia's remorse for her thoughtless stupidity, she saw Lamia's door open wide. His leg movements stopped, his mouth gaping and he quickly reached into the pocket of the pants he was wearing, before pulling out a house key.

Right, I didn't forget to lock it. Why is the door open now? Is there not a thief?

This thought made Mutia attacked by panic. Hugging her stomach, little Mutia ran up to the porch of the house. Upon arrival at the door, Mutia's footsteps swallowed. He sneaks around, not wanting the thief to notice his presence and hurt him.

After sending a message to Mother RT, which contained a request for help, Mutia stepped in. When she did not find anyone or anything in the living room, Mutia increasingly entered the interior of Lamia's residence. He should not be reckless and waiting for help, but he was worried that while waiting, the thief had fled by carrying valuables from Lamia's house, through the back door.

Now Mutia arrived at the living room and she found a tall, well-built figure in a black t-shirt and faded jeans, who had barged into Lamia's house, standing in front of the television.

Thinking the figure was about to steal the television, Mutia frantically watched around. Then when her black bead caught Azril's baseball bat in the umbrella, Mutia immediately picked up the object. After putting down the vegetable bag, Mutia approached the man near the television with a sneak, then a second later the baseball bat he slammed on the neck of the thief man.

Realizing the thief had not lost consciousness, Mutia again hit him, this time at the temple, making the man in black shirt finally fall, lying on the floor.

With her consciousness in hand, the man looked at Mutia with narrowed eyes, before snapping in shock and muttering softly. "Muti."

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