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Episode 8

             Reta didn't come back, that's what Aleta got when she came out the next day. This holiday, interesting to ask Aleta to return to visit the mother in the hospital. From the news that he got last night, Arini—sang mama— has been aware and managed to get out of the condition that had decreased drastically. Arini repeatedly called Aleta's name, Mbok Minah who continued to look after her, trying to calm her down along with some of the sisters she called.

             Aleta stops right in front of Reta's house. The situation is still the same, the door is tightly closed, the lights are completely dead and the window glass is closed. Aleta recalled Biyan's remark yesterday when she asked about Reta's whereabouts. The dangling answer that made Aleta even more curious about her existence, made Aleta unable to close both eyes last night. Repeatedly out onto the back porch, making sure the lights of the Reta's back porch are on. But it's the same, it's pitch-black.

             Aleta sighed, walked back up to the stairs and went down carefully. Not yet had both feet down the stairs for the sake of the stairs, his steps stopped. Bimo's figure was present and stood on the stairs, his gaze sharp which made him gulp in fear.

             Realizing Aleta did not continue her steps, Bimo again climbed the stairs near Aleta and stopped right in front of her. His hunting breath, felt warm on Aleta's face, which made him realize that this time Bimo was overwhelmed with emotion.

             “Where are you?!” ask Bimo ketus.

             “You go to the hospital,” Aleta replies trying to hide her fear.

             “Why didn't you tell me your mom was in the hospital?!”

             Aleta smiled cynically, “Since when did you care about my life?”

             Aleta's words succeeded in making Bimo angry. Roughly, Bimo grabbed Aleta's right shoulder which made her feel pain. Trying to release Bimo's hand, but unfortunately not released, but instead getting stronger.

             “Can't just once you appreciate me as a girlfriend!”

             “Lepasin, Bim, pain!” aleta was half-arrested, afraid that everyone would hear her. But it was in vain that he held it, almost all residents of rented houses that were exactly like the flats, even though it only consisted of two floors and there were only five houses on each floor, he said, know about Bimo's rude attitude. They even know who Bimo is. The rented area, which is now Aleta's residence, belongs to the Bimo family.

             Aleta had refused, choosing to look elsewhere to avoid Bimo's arbitrary attitude. But still can't. Aleta gets stuck and can't get out. Whenever Bimo's rude attitude ambushed him, almost all of the compact neighbors closed their eyes and ears. Pretending to know nothing about the pain Aleta was experiencing.

             “What do you think of me, Al!”

             “I should have asked like that,” Aleta ventured while continuing to try to release Bimo's grip. “What did you think of me all this time, Bim? Just a tool to get your wish, yes?!”

             Plaque!

             A slap shot across Aleta's right cheek. Bimo's slap managed to make Aleta speechless, closing both her eyes feeling an overwhelming pain on her cheeks and head. Aleta momentarily gontai, but as fast as lightning rebalanced her body back by holding on to the handle of the stairs. His gaze returned to Bimo who, instead of regretting, clasped his arm that was momentarily released.

             “Am I right?” aleta asked with a trembling tone. “What are you really planning? I'm the old man who sold me to you, Bim?”

             “Aleta!”

             “Why? Want another slap, please?!” aleta's snaps couldn't stand it. “You should just kill me, let me be free of you forever. From your petty plan you two are just thinking about money. In your life, there has never been love!”

             “You should thank me, because I've given you a comfortable place here!”

             “Pregnant?” ask Aleta with the right corner of the lip rising to the top. “not that you deliberately offer this place to stay in order to further lock me!”

             Bimo throws Aleta's body in front of him. Aleta momentarily staggered, trying to strengthen her legs while holding her arm that was aching from Bimo's grip. With a steady step, Bimo approached, then grabbed Aleta's hair to make her scream in pain.

             “You should be grateful and grateful to me, if you don't date me, you'll be trash trampled on in school!” bimo said with a pressed tone in every word. His face was quite close to Aleta's face. As if to tear him apart mercilessly.

              “You think the guy is still useful after going broke?!” bimo smebari asked cynically. “He's the same as you, trash!”

             Aleta's shocked not playing. Bimo's words made him not believe. Bankrupt? Since when did the arrogant man go bankrupt from his possible ventures, could turn on his seven descendants. But unfortunately, the petty man did not give a single penny to Aleta. Even to just take care of the woman he made his wife, he did not want to.

             “Please him!” The cry, managed to pull both Bimo's eyes and Aleta darted to Aleta's left side. He was there, standing with an angry expression and the two hands that were on his sides, clenched. The clothes are casual, black t-shirt with a brown jeans jacket. The bottom is wrapped in jeans that match the shirt he wears.

             There was relief in Aleta's chest seeing her present at the right time. A moment of smile was etched on his lips, which unfortunately Bimo caught. Emotions are burning in her, which makes her pull back Aleta's hair and throw it on the ground. Aleta fell down, her forehead hitting a flower pot made of stone belonging to Saima's mother, her neighbor who lives on the ground floor. Fresh blood flowed, which made Bimo even more violent and intended to pull his hair back.

             Bimo's hand movement, losing fast with Biyan. With a single blow to his face, Bimo fell down near the stairs. Blood also flowed from his nose. Biyan focused her gaze on Aleta, helping her stand up even though she was a little staggered by the dizziness.

             “We go to the doctor now!” invite Biyan who immediately rejected Aleta.

             “Let me medicine myself, please take me to the top.” Aleta pleads that makes Biyan can't bear to see her. But not yet had the two of them step, Bimo looked back up and closer. With a single pull, Aleta slipped off the handle of Biyan and now changed next to Bimo.

             “Do not touch my girlfriend!”

             “Pacar?” biyan asked laughing funnyly. “Daddy or doll that you can play anytime?!”

             “Job!” snapped Bimo who was preparing to attack Biyan. But her intentions were clouded as Aleta quickly, standing between the two, stretched out a hand blocking Bimo from hitting Biyan as she did to Bimo. “How dare you defend him!”

             “I'm not defending him,” Aleta told a lie. “But you better leave now, or we.. break up!”.

            Aleta's threat that always managed to make Bimo silenced, now back successfully for the umpteenth time. Bimo directed a gaze to Biyan who was still standing behind Aleta, looking at her sharply as if she wanted to tear her apart right then and there. Bimo turned his gaze back to Aleta. Surprisingly, this time the emotional gazes that were originally present in both of his eyes changed drastically. He looked pity to see Aleta's condition at that time. Fresh blood managed to make him realize, if his attitude this time hurt Aleta.

             Bimo approached, touching Aleta's forehead with a worried look that clearly made Biyan confused instead of playing. The change that is too fast, presents a mind that is not in Biyan about Bimo. Intending to push her away, but Aleta's attitude does not even prevent her, making Biyan even more distrustful of everything she sees.

             “We treat your wounds first yes, I'm sorry,” said Bimo who was answered by the head. “I'm sorry, Al.”

             “Go home, before I hate you.”

             Bimo retreated, bowed down exactly like a buffalo tied to a rope and could only obey. For a moment he glanced at Biyan, a flash of emotion re-present in both of his eyes, though it suddenly changed again when the look in his eyes, directed at Aleta. Without many words, Bimo left behind the two who were now just staring at him from behind. Get into his black sports car, then leave behind a thick smoke coming out of the exhaust.

             Biyan directed her gaze to Aleta. He seemed to be holding his head, his body back shudder which made Biyan catch him. Aleta strengthened her legs again and smiled at Biyan who had already let go of her grip.

             “Thank you,” said Aleta half whispered.