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"Bi! Aunty!"
Manisha immediately broke into her house without saying assalamualaikum as she usually does. At this time he was in a state of turmoil, and forgot that Adab had entered the house.
"Bi! Aunty!" yelled Manisha for the second time when she never got an answer from Bi Reta.
Manisha walked quickly towards the kitchen, like an evil person she was looking for Bi Reta, but did not meet.
"Auntie where else, anyway!" he then ran to the second floor. Manisha decides to go straight to her papa's office.
Slender. That's what Manisha saw as soon as she opened the door to her unlocked papa's study. Manisha went straight in.
He stared intensely here and there, looking for something that might make him believe if his guess fell on the word 'wrong'. Manisha starts unloading her papa's desk drawer. Throwing random neatly arranged files there with overflowing emotions. Manisha did not care if her papa suddenly appeared and hit her. Manisha does not care.
The empty drawer is found by Manisha. Apparently his guess was wrong, then he smiled happily. But a small object in the form of a memory card appears to be in the corner of the desk drawer. Manisha knows what it is, a hidden camera memory. Hurry up to hide the small object in the pocket of the high school uniform he wears, then run towards the room. He should check that thing.
Manisha takes her leptop on the study table and takes it straight to the bed. Manisha puts the memory into the phone, then connects it to the leptop.
There was only one video stored there. With her heart racing, Manisha started playing the video.
Manisha's eyes widened perfectly to see what she was playing. That's not Ratih. It was also not Om who was with Ratih. But it was Andra, Andra with a woman in the car with the window open. Manisha observed the CCTV-recorded area, such as the plantation. They should be free to do anything there without shutting the window. Slowly tears trickled as she watched her papa and the foreign woman kiss.
If it happened after Ratih died, then Manisha would not feel the pain she was in now. Maybe just a little sick. However, he saw the CCTV date of the car at the bottom of the video, the same date his mother died.
Manisha cried even more when she saw that there was a mother there. Her mother, who was still complete with her doctor's clothes, was seen coming out of one of the plantations along with Om, who was photographed sent by Rian to her. It's the same as Ratih, wearing a doctor's shirt.
Manisha sees Ratih with Om crossing the car containing his father and the foreign woman. Ratih stopped there with tears beginning to drip. Manisha saw that her papa was shocked to see her mother there, but Andra immediately got out of the car and immediately chased after Ratih.
Manisha is crying hard. Now he knew why his mother could die suddenly like that. None other than Andra. But why has Andra been acting like the wrong Manisha? Why...!
Manisha mad! Really angry! Andra is behind it all. It turned out that Andra was playing with fire first, in fact Andra the papa who he thought was the best man on earth who did it. Manisha hates having to admit this! He hates!
The sound of footsteps approaching her made Manisha turn her head. He saw the man there, the bad man he thought was good during his success as his father. Manisha got off her bed, she walked backwards towards the balcony. He was afraid Andra would kill him too.
Andra walked closer to her son. Face pale. He knows, Manisha must have witnessed everything from the CCTV. Andra understood how much anger the only child was now harboring.
Andra just didn't expect that everything would have to be revealed by now. Andra thought that everything would never be revealed, because he had fixed all his mistakes on Manisha. By torturing the boy to be afraid of him and not guessing at him. But it turns out he was wrong, in the end how much a carcass is hidden, it will certainly smell too.
Andra just stared at the nanar towards her son who was crying profusely in front of her. Even the boy was reluctant to get close to her. Her daughter was even shuffling away from her as far as possible. And this time, the balcony door of this only room was targeted by his son.
"Stop, son." said Andra limp when he saw Manisha walking backwards. He was afraid that something would happen to Manisha. Miraculously, Manisha stopped immediately.
Manisha looked at her papa fiercely. The boy? Since when did his father still consider him a child? Huh! Manisha hates hearing Andra say that.
"Happy?" ask Manisha lirih. He looked at Andra sharply. His papa's eyes look teary.
"Listen to Pa--"
Andra had not finished her sentence. Directly cut by Manisha with his loud but bitter cry.
"The surprise you made was great, huh? Whoa..!" Manisha stood up again. This time he smiled wryly while patting his hand right in front of the face of Andra who looked down deeply.
"It's great that you distort the facts. Make me a scapegoat on your own troubles! Huh! You are amazing!"
"I didn't think it was you who killed my mother. You made him so upset that he died in a back-to-back accident a few months ago..." Manisha was silent for a moment. "I HATE YOU AAAAA!!" Manisha shouted loudly like an infidelity person.
He hit his chest that felt tight. It felt like he wanted to kill the middle-aged man before this. "Hiks-hiks-hiks! Why do you do it. why.." said Manisha lirih. He sat down on the floor.
"Don't touch me!" snapping Manisha as she felt her papa hand holding her shoulder. He was disgusted by the old man. Absolutely disgusted!
Manisha stood back up with a wedge. He walked slowly to the edge of the bed, holding tightly to the iron mosquito net of his bed. Slowly he looked up, staring at his papa.
"START NOW I'M NO LONGER YOUR SON!"
After saying that sentence, Manisha ran towards the freely open balcony. Manisha jumped, she heard Andra who shouted her name with a sobbing that was no less loud as she did earlier.
If everything goes so fast, I am grateful. Because if I die, there's a mother waiting in heaven, right? Yes, there is mama. Ma, sorry Nisha huh? Nisha can't live without her mom. Nisha can't, Ma. Ma, Nisha's coming....
Bruk!
Slender. Only a sound like a falling object could be heard. Not a single citizen came out of the housing complex where Manisha lived. It's usually quiet there.
Andra pecked on the edge of the balcony of the child's room just wayangnya. Stare blankly down. He could clearly see something thick and red flowing freely from behind his son's head that had closed his eyes down there.
Andra's chest feels tight. He sat down on the white ceramic floor of the balcony. Is it so bad for her that her son just chose to leave her? Is that bad as him? Andra was unable to speak anymore.
"Aragh!"
Andra shouted loudly, then followed by his roar. Crying over the only girl who might have died down there.
"Sorry papa... hiks-hiks-hiks!"
"Sorry.." said Andra Lirih. He really regretted having imposed his son like bin*ta*g all this time. Torturing Manisha like a heartless human being. In the depths of his heart, he loved the girl so much, but just so that Manisha did not know the reason behind Ratih's death, he was forced to do so. Making his son receive pain in many ways. And now the boy chose to give up.
"Young lady!"
The faint sound of Bi Reta screaming sounded in Andra's ears. What's he doing! Why did he cry instead he immediately took Manisha to the hospital? You idiot!
Andra stand. He rushed downstairs. Running towards Manisha with tears. Manisha hastily entered the car. Of course followed Bi Reta who was crying hoarsely behind her.
Andra's car also split the streets. He had to hurry to the hospital. Whatever happens, Manisha can't leave. Andra promised to love that girl. Andra promises to pay for all the pain Manisha receives if her child survives.
Andra drove her car at an above average speed. Occasionally in her pocket tears with the sleeves of her blue dongker work shirt that has been exposed to blood. Andra is really panicking right now!
Andra was sure it would be crazy if Manisha could not be saved. Therefore, Manisha must survive!
+TBC
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