2 A WOUNDED HEART
Revenges

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"Nriv ..."

"Yes, I'm Bagas. The friend you betrayed ten years ago."

Deg

Radi flinched, suddenly a flash of memory ten years ago flashed in his mind. Where he was so heartless to let his best friend be beaten and dragged to the police station. The body trembled backwards, just like that time.

"sorry. I'm sorry," she's sorry.

Bagas smiled cynically. "I'm sorry? Sorry you're no longer of any use. It's too late, you've made a wound in this heart. We grew up together, but why do you have so much heart for me, Di. I lived in agony after the incident while you lived happily and treasured."

Radi looked at Bagas with teary eyes, his past mistakes made him so regretful. "Sorry." It was the only word that could be said from his mouth.

"You I hear your forgiveness!" snapped Bagas pissed.

"Gas?"

"Because of you I have to be in LPKA for two months, out of there I have to find out the reality if we have been evicted from the orphanage. For Heru's operating expenses, Mel's mother was forced to pawn the certificate of the home to a loan shark. We lived on the streets for a few days. And where were you when we were all in trouble, HUH?" snapped Bagas again, trying to express all the heartache he had long harbored. "You're living happily with the person you helped? Wonderful."

"Gas, I-I"

"You shut up! Let me do the talking" cut Bagas quickly. At the moment he doesn't want to hear any defense from his former best friend, Radi.

"Fortunately there was a rich man who helped us. He provided shelter and also funded all the necessities in the parlour, we were helped. And a few years later, I found out that the man was the husband of the woman I had taken the bag with. And they're your foster parents, right?"

.......

Bagas went to visit the address of a kind man who for five years had been a permanent donor in his orphanage. He brought some of Mel's mother's hands that would be given to the man and his family as thanks. Arriving at the gate of the man's mansion, Bagas was greeted by a gatekeeper, or other name security.

"Who's looking, son?" ask the middle-aged man with the body filled it up.

"I'm looking for Mr. Surya Winata . Is this really his house?" ask Bagas politely.

"True, he is my employer, the owner of this house. If you can tell, have you made an appointment before, son?" ask the security man.

Bagas. "Not yet, sir."

"Then I will contact you first." The security went into his guard post to call the employer, informing him if any guests wanted to meet.

A few moments later, the security came back to Bagas. "Come on, kid, come on in."

The gate opened and Bagas entered the spacious courtyard with a look of admiration. Arriving at the entrance of the luxurious building, he rang the bell several times.

Cklekk

The wide-leafed door was immediately agape, with two servants opening it. "Please enter, master Surya is already waiting in the living room." A servant invited Bagas in and led him to where he was going.

"Good day, Mr. .." said Bagas.

"Oh, Bagas. Good day, please sit." The man named Surya was welcoming his arrival.

"This is a little hand, please accept." Bagas handed over some of his luggage.

"Thank you, the waiter please put this in the back and also prepare a drink and a snack for my guest" he ordered the waiter who had delivered Bagas.

After the waiter's departure, Bagas and Surya began to talk.

"How's the parlor?" tanya Surya opened the chat.

"Everything is fine thanks to you sir" replied Bagas honestly. Were it not for the help of the man in front of him, perhaps he and the children of the parlour would have suffered on the streets.

"Thank God."

The waiter came back with a drink and served it at the table.

"Please drink and taste the snacks," said Surya.

"Yes, thank you."

When they were busy talking, a beautiful girl came to Surya. Bagas recognized the girl, she was the daughter of the kind man, several times he had come to the orphanage.

"Papa, I'm home." The girl kissed her father's cheek without shame.

"Ish, you're this. See that there are guests," protested Surya who was a little embarrassed because of the spoiled behavior of the child.

"Eh, who?"

When the girl turned her head, her smile immediately expanded. "Sister Bagas!" Sweepings.

"Hi Ajeng." The bagas back said hello.

"Snake it been a long time?" tanyanya girang's.

"Just now" replied Bagas.

"How are the kids at the parlour, brother? I haven't been there in a long time, I miss."

"They're all fine. They miss you too." It does. Several times her sisters in the parlour asked Bagas why her beautiful sister, the nickname for Ajeng, never again came to visit them.

"Papa, when are we going to the parlour again?" He asked the father.

"For some time to come papa will probably be a little busy. Try to invite your mother, she has never been there," suggested Surya.

Ajeng pout. "The mother was busy in her shop, where she wanted to accompany me."

"Yes, you can take Radi."

Deg

Hearing that name Bagas was shocked. Is the Radi that Surya means is the Radi that he knows. The traitor's best friend who now doesn't know where.

"The Radi's busy, Pa. Since graduating from college, I asked him to work in the office. So now he is the same as papa, always busy," explained Ajeng who still shows a sour face.

"Oh, yeah already. You go alone, or you can't go with Bagas .. You don't have a lecture schedule today, do you?"

"Can I?" ask Ajeng.

"Try on Bagas!" tell Surya.

Bagas who was silent, immediately realized hearing Ajeng's voice.

"May, the kids must be glad you came."

"Okay, then I'll get ready." Ajeng immediately ran up the stairs to his room.

"I'm sorry about my daughter's attitude, my son Bagas." Surya felt bad for having troublesome Bagas with Ajeng's behavior.

"It's okay, sir."

.......

Ajeng and Bagas were in the car. They sat on the back bench while Ajeng's personal driver, sitting alone in front.

"Before we go to the supermarket first yes, sir."

"Yes, Miss."

"Is there anything you want to buy?" ask Bagas.

"It's not polite to visit to bring nothing."

Bagas who understood Ajeng's intent could only nod.

.......

After shopping, they continued their journey.

"Ajeng, do you have a sister?" ask Bagas. Really he was curious about the name of Radi that Ajeng and his father had talked about.

The girl shook her head. "I'm an only child, brother. Though I would love to have a sister, but because of the weak content of mama so can not get pregnant again."

"Then, who is Radi? I'm sorry, I overheard you guys talking about it." Bagas is getting curious.

"Mas Radi is the son that papa and mama raised. Five years ago, you were snatched, Mas Radi was the one who helped you. He was a father and mom decided to make him part of our family" Ajeng explained.

Deg

Not wrong again, the Radi in question is really someone he knows.

"So now you're happy Di, get a rich family who will take you in." Inner bagas, miris.

.......

"How fortunate is your fate, being adopted by a rich family and being able to marry their beautiful daughter, but still you are not satisfied. Less what Ajeng to you, eh? Until your heart betrays him too?!"

Deg

Aye right. Radi is here to discuss the matter. Bagas, it turns out is a person who wants to ruin the happiness of his household.

"Is this your form of revenge on me, Gas?" ask Radi.

"At first, yeah. I was desperate to destroy your household by sending Tania as a pawn, but she failed."

"What's? Tanua?" Radi really can't believe it.

"Tania is my wife, I asked her to enter into your relationship with Ajeng."

"What's? Your wife?" Radi was shocked for the umpteenth time. If Tania was Bagas' wife, then she had slept with his best friend's wife. Oh my God, his head is getting dizzy.

"Yes, don't be surprised. I tell you one thing, that night you did absolutely nothing. You think I'd like my wife to touch you, uh. I'm just making things look like you're doing it. I was the one who photographed you at that time." Bagas explained something Radi was thinking.

Ajeng's husband looked relieved, it turned out that he did not really sleep with Tania.

"I thought you were really loyal because you were completely unaffected by Tania's presence, but as it turns out, this person like you, once a traitor will forever be a traitor!"

Radi looked at Bagas with a wounded look. His heart ached every time Bagas labeled him a traitor.

"Did you follow me all this time, Gas?" ask Radi slowly.

"Yes, I followed you all the way to Bandung until I found out that's where you hid your dark lover who was pregnant. I feel sorry for Ajeng for having to marry a traitor like you!"

"STOP!"

Bagas was shocked to hear Radi's scream.

"Enough! I'm not a traitor!" press the emotional radios. He was silent, but now he has exhausted his patience. "You don't know the truth so don't judge me like you know everything. You're not God, Gas." Radi's breath was breathlessly holding back the furious turmoil within his chest.

"Aren't you a traitor? Haha ... Then what were you doing to me first? And, what are you doing to Ajeng right now, HUH?"

BUGHHHH

Radi gave a raw bogem right on Bagas' cheek until his best friend's head turned to the side. Looked the corner of Bagas' lips broke and bleed.

"Enough! You're right, I'm a traitor. And from now on you'll never get out of this place. I won't let you destroy my household, Gas. Catch that!"

Bagas looked relaxed, he was not at all afraid of being locked up in that place. Seeing Radi frustrated like this has become his own entertainment. About revenge? Hah .. Let God do it.

Radi turned around, he was about to leave the place, before he caught fire and beat Bagas all out.

"You must remember this Di, that the truth will always prevail."

Radi did not turn around, he simply tightened his jaw and walked out of the place with a dead red face.

"You're a step behind me too late, Radi Nugraha."

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LPKA: Child Special Development Institute.

Bagas was not yet 18 years old so he was not put in adult prison but to LPKA. There children who stumble over legal troubles will be built. The length of time is adjusted to the type of crime.