TOWARDS THE END OF THE ROAD

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After my birthday, I was immediately led by my mother to the house. Of course there's no Fida beside me. Honestly, it's a little heavy, but what else. It was also his fault. I continued walking towards my compound with a lethargic face. Fortunately, I was not aware of my behavior. I continued to feel that her name was bad as Fida waved her hand after we met for the last time. Although only 3 months, but I don't know. I daydream more on my way home. Arriving home, I met Mr. Doni was watching a retired thug with his father on TV. Ciroyom ciroyom ciroyom, led plumbing, coconut coconut coconut coconut. A familiar voice to me continued to be heard from the tv. I just bengong when I see Mr. Doni. Maybe he was shocked and thought something had happened to our house. Padahalkan only near doang.

"Assalamualaik."

Greetings from the mother were answered by the father and Mr. Doni who immediately opened the door.

"Waalaikumsalam, come in ma'am."

Said Dad while pulling mom's hand. I entered and immediately stepped into the bathroom.

Arif Pov's.

I was shocked and wondered why there was a police officer and a CCTV camera in the room that Fida said was his room before he split up.

"That's, that's eeee,"

I heard my husband trying to explain but the policeman gave a silent gesture to my husband.

"Enough us and the concerned know."

That police whisper is still heard by me.

"What's this really about?"

My toot.

"Yesterday, the motor of my mother's husband turned upside down and fortunately my malingna I tos ka bekuk on the street nu ka lemang."

Said the policeman who is typical of his Sundanese accent.

"Oh Allah keep dim,"

"Calm down ma'am, I am tos diamankeun da. Just calm. And the bike is back. And most importantly, the father teu kunanaon."

Just relax, as I have been secured and most importantly, the father is not why napa. That's how it means. I frowned a little, still not understanding.

"Gini ma'am, yesterday I went to bed, and suddenly I heard the sound of the window next to Arif's room breaking and before long, I heard the sound of my motor being turned on."

Obviously husband.

"So I installed CCTV. To prevent another stroke."

Connect this cop. I was relieved and immediately nodded my head with a smile.

"Oh that's it, you're not papa. I'll let you clean up first sir."

I walk over to my room.

Ibu arif Pov end.

After the shower, I went out and set foot into the room. I slammed my body into a soft bed.

Flashbacks.

I remember the good times with him. I also remember episode 10 when Fida tortured me so sadistically that it ended up like this. I'm really not willing and I want to run away from home and go to Fida's house. But whatadaya? I saw a special room for someone to monitor the camera in my house. Who else if not Doni. I'm afraid Fida's in whatever. Fidaaaaaa, I miss you. I unconsciously shed tears. I know I just got to hang out with him a while ago. Unknowingly, I began to fall asleep.

The end of flashback. Disillain at Fida's.

Fida's mother began advising her son.

"Why do you do that, son?"

Ask Fida's mother gently. Although it was gentle, but Fida was quite trembling. The cry that held the milk glass shook and, gompraang. The glass broke. Cold sweat drenched his straight hair.

"Ma mam ma ma ma ma,"

Fida stamped brick. Face paled. Lips turning blue.

"Please, baby. Tell me calmly."

Mother's mouth.

"A, a, a me, me, me I I, not on purpose. I have a guest again."

Fida Sahut.

"Yes, I know. But angry at the anger of people again there are guests, there is no way to treat people."

Fida's mother started to raise her voice. Fida was now crying and bowed lethargic.

"Any mother does not ngizinin you met Arif for 3 months. Point."

Said Fida's mother while pounding the table.

"Mom don't think, why do you! torturing people's children."

Said his mother, leaving. Fida became down and he kept beating himself up. I am beloon, I am stupid, I am belegug. He said inwardly as he picked up a rather large shard of shard and he pointed his sharp tip towards the front of the neck. And, sreeeeet. Au. The screech. Blood spurted from his smooth neck. Continue towards the left wrist. And, sreeett. Adwornment. Screeched again. Blood kept splashing everywhere. Continue to point the shard towards the right wrist. How come it doesn't bleed? Ask in the heart. He then tried again. Sreet. Aye right. Non-blooded. As he held his head up, he gasped as his eyes met a glare with the shady eyes of Mr. Doni. He had no angry or upset face. What Mr. Doni showed was a face of pain due to the friction of the shard.

"Sir?"

Surprised ask.

Said Mr. Doni softly and gently pulled the white hand of Fida. He just complies without saying much. After treatment, Mr. Doni took Fida to a special room to monitor and prepare everything if later Fida reunited with Arif. Where there are already victims, the victim's father, the perpetrator and Mr. Doni who became the judge in this trial.

"How can it start, sir?"

Ask Bambang Arif's father.

"Wait a minute."

Mr. Doni's.

"We're waiting for the suspect's mother."

Further. Soon, Fida's mother came and the door opened. After entering, the trial began.

"Well without much more stale stale, let's start. Directly worship. Now father ask. Why are you so wise?"

Ask Mr. Doni while pointing at Fida's face.

"Ma sorry sir, I was there again a guest and Arif megang goods megang mine sir. Maybe you know what that stuff is?"

"I swear to God. I don't hold your anus, nor do I hold a strange strange one from your body. I'm just looking at you who seems to be really geraaaaah. Your ashes are wet jackets. I mean it's about opening up. The wind is in."

Arif Clear. Fida is silent now.

"Heueuh da you mah asked me I tea kalakah olohok wae da. Kadon nyoo jeket."

Yes, you are asked the same way I was dumb. Even the jacket. Said pak Doni.

"Honestly, I was happy at the time. And after I remember again, you did not hold anything from me. Rif, I'm sorry."

Her mouth while crying.

"Just like this. I'll call my men to come here as witnesses."

Mr. Doni made his decision. After talking like that, shortly afterwards the men of Mr. Doni came.

"Then ask pompous teu believe mah."

Ask if you don't believe. Said pak Doni.

"Yes I saw Fida carrying a block of wood and he smashed it into the body of son Arif. I was annoyed and I fired a few warning shots to stop this leak. Little kids are thugs. What's the gedenya gonna be?"

Ask Mr. Doni's men. Fida just kept quiet and cried. All he had in mind was despair thinking I wanted to die.

"Just like this, I'm ready if I should be put to death."

Said Fida.

"Would the death penalty be as easy as you say? Fucking bod.h."

Mr. Doni's men started to ride the apoplexy. Fida gasped and almost slipped back.

"Yes, kid. We can't make that easy decision, there are several factors.one, you are underage. Is it a minor if wrong to be defended sir? Not so. Our reason why we didn't sentence you to death is that you still need guidance, still need direction. As long as it can be built, build it first. Two, you still need to learn and get a proper education."

Mr. Doni is calm.

"Unfortunately no!"

Snarl the men. Fida only understands the mangosteen and Fida's final decision is forgiven.

"You, we forgive you and I hope, don't repeat it again, son. How are all, agreed?"

Ask Mr. Doni.

"Agujuu."

The whole audience.

"Just like this, thank you good night."

Mr. Doni closed the hearing that night.

"You, don't leave the house for three months, son. Except for school, group work, school events and other important events. I will send men to pick you up. Why like this? Because you're already considered your nephew. Considering mom you have to work for a living."

Bright Mr. Doni while stroking Fida's fragrant hair. The atmosphere that had been tense, now turned into a day.

"Thank you sir."

Said Fida's mother.

"Yes, same thing."

Mr. Doni again.

Seriate. Note author's.

Hi readers I allaa, this is the true story of author lo, at that time the author also never misunderstood the author's female friend said hold it, that's it, this is it, blablabla. Almost expressed anyway, but fortunately can still be held and forgiven. If this is the case, both parties are in a dilemma and confused of course yes. What distinguishes it is if the author does not use a guard-kawallan or use the police chief of all. Look forward to the next episode in this novel.thanks.