We are Santri Not Artists

213 Caught in the Fault

" I also don't know why anyone would do such a lowly thing on this holy day" Azmi replied.

" When you call your parents, they're worried about you." Aisha.

Azmi nods, turns her body and steps towards where the car stopped because Azmi left her phone there.

Aisyah was silent as if she was thinking about something with a flat face. Azmi who was aware of it stopped her steps and turned her head towards Aisyah.

" Aisyah, come." invite Azmi to make Aisyah lift her head she was surprised and then she nodded along to step behind Azmi.

The three criminals finally managed to escape from the pursuit of their citizens are very lucky because their run is firmer than the residents.

They all stopped to rest and unmasked them.

" It's a good thing we can get away from those people, if we can't run out." 1 villain.

" Yes, we better call the kid tell him the truth." villain 2.

One of the criminals began calling Zakir who was already in his house relaxing on his soft sofa while enjoying various snacks plastered in front of him.

Zakir saw the incoming call from his phone he saw the situation first and then he dared to pick up the phone in the corner of his quiet house.

" Hello, how? You did it, didn't you make Azmi battered?" zakir asked without feeling any guilt.

" Boro-boro, hit him once. Because there's a girl who managed to help him." replied the criminal.

" Aghhhh! How you guys, anyway? Not very good at work."Zakirs.

" Heh, kid! Do not play with us, we know we are poor and want to take the evil job because it takes money but remember we are a bunch of sadistic motorcycle gangs! So, never underestimate or lower us! " the crook snapped back at Zakir.

Dimas accidentally sees Zakir secretly receiving a call because he is very suspicious, Dimas steps slowly to approach Zakir in order to eavesdrop on what Zakir is talking about.

"Ceileh, that's arrogant! No, no, not all of you. What motor gang? Remember, we don't have any more business, disappointed I'm with all of you, by the way!" said Zakir who was not at all afraid or daunted to the three young men and immediately hung up the phone.

" hey! Zakirs! Well, not true bi boy, how dare he memgeremehin us, matainin my phone so again, " said a criminal full of anger staring sharply at his two friends.

" Wooh, look for him because he's the same as us." continued the other criminals.

" Can't be ignored, we won't know how many rich people he's brave enough to care for us. You must teach me a lesson, son!" and other criminals.

They all began to show cruel and cunning faces starting to stare with eagle gazes and clenched hands as if ready to hit someone.

Zakir seemed to hang up and turned around to return to his place. But, so surprised he when he saw Dimas who was right in front of him where from earlier Dimas had been watching him.

" Sister, Dimas." said Zakir with a frightened face and surprised he had lowered his head, his eyes spinning showing his anxiety.

" Who are you talking to, Kir?" ask Dimas seriously.

" I didn't expect much of you, Kir! So hateful you are the same Azmi, so you do ngelakuin things as bad as people as good and as patient as Azmi. You have also done the same thing using the intermediary of the late mas Akmal, you have not been kapok too? Yeah, huh?" dimas asked anger and disappointment at his cousin's sister so much that he jolted loudly Zakir.

And it was only this time that Zakir saw Dimas' great anger toward him. Zakir was afraid and confused to say what he also looked at Dimas once in a while with such a deep look.

" i.. I'm..." Zakir he looked very scared not daring to look into the eyes of Dimas who was looking at him sharply.

" I, what? You want to say you're a khilaf? Have you ever thought, what are the consequences of your actions? I've been patient about your outrageous deeds! " dimas jolt an outburst of anger he gave to his selfish cousin's sister.

Both of Zakir's parents heard the sound of Dimas snapping at his son.

" What is this Dimas? Why are you scolding Zakir like that? " ask Zakir's father.

" Sorry, um. The behavior of this om child has been very outrageous," Dimas replied firmly to Zakir's father who stood before him.

" What are you talking about, Dimas? What has Zakir done? " ask Zakir's mother.

" Ask this aunt's own son. I was tired of his behavior, he never heard my advice, "Dimas his gaze was so sharp and deep to Zakir's parents and he had to look at Zakir before he stepped away from the street.

The sight of Zakir's parents now turned to his son who was silent and unable to speak a single word from his mouth.

" Zakir, let's talk. What did you do until Dimas got so angry?" ask Zakir's father.

" i... I didn't say anything, Dimas' older brother, " said Zakir at a glance he looked at his father and lowered his head again.

" You don't lie, Zakir. It's not possible that rich angry Dimas is just like you if you don't do anything bad." Zakir's Mother.

" Yes, right. The damas have always been nice to you, now you're honest with us what you've done!" father Zakir's orders are back.

Zakir, who refused to say the truth, resisted and tried to avoid all questions from his parents.

" Kok Father and Mother instead belain Kak Dimas than his own son. Brother Dimas is the best! " answered Zakir in a slightly loud tone.

" Zakir!" Zakir's father who was so raw with the attitude of his son was about to hit Zakir he had raised his hand but managed to be snapped by his wife.

" Zakir, we don't mean rich. You are the same Dimas we love, and Mom and Dad just want the best for you. Don't let you get in the wrong way, baby." Zakir's mother was meek but Zakir remained stubborn he was reluctant to speak honestly to his parents.

" Here you go, ask the same brother Dimas is too excessive. " Zakir he perfu just left his parents without first answering the questions of his parents.

" zakir! Zakirs! " call Zakir's father who is upset by his son's behavior.

" Already, Dad. We have to be patient with Zakir, " said Zakir's mother trying to calm her husband's anger.

Zakir's father could only nod and touch his forehead as he was already very tired of Zakir.

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