AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
Autopsy Result

The morning was bright, the sun had rolled up its rays, the light was warming, and the breezy wind was cooling. The air in this city feels better in the morning. Because in the morning, the volume of the vehicle is not much.

Armed with Bagas' mask, Linda will start her life. He changed his clothes in the bathroom of the mushola. Last night, he slept in the mushola. In some parts of his hands and face there are reddish spots due to mosquito bites.

Linda doesn't wear glasses, only a mask and a hat that protects her beauty and identity, her hair is stroked. He thought about going straight. Because that morning, his intestines began to coiled up from hunger.

"Where do I start busking?" On the side of the road he was confused.

Within the range of his eyes only shophouses that are still closed, and the houses of citizens who look lonely. Then there are some trading carts that sell special food early in the morning. There is chicken porridge, yellow rice, green bean porridge, and others.

The hunger becomes more and more when the position is getting closer to the carts, it must be delicious to eat green bean porridge while warm with coconut milk mixture that looks thick and steaming.

"Want to buy?" ask the peanut porridge merchant.

Linda shook her head, only able to swallow the saliva that suddenly filled her oral cavity. Three food carts he passed by with the same feeling. The feeling of wanting to enjoy it.

Bagas, are you cooking? I hungry.

His screams in his heart, while staring at the house of Bagas which is approximately 1.5 kilo meters from where he stands.

Linda was confused, it did not feel like if she suddenly sang in that place. Finally, he returned down the trototoar following his footsteps.

His watery eyes glanced left and right to find objects that he could later use as instruments or accompaniment music as he sang. It cannot be defined how sick and sad he feels right now.

But Linda tried hard. Because he knew from the beginning he was wrong. Wrong decision making.

Then he saw a small can lying down, grabbed slowly while pulling the bag over.

Then he took a branch of a tree as big as a finger.

'Tongs, kegs, kegs.'

Linda tested the sound. Sip, the instrument he needed had been found. Now, just find the right location for him to scavenge sustenance.

Then a bus passed by. Yes, he knew that busking could be done in the bus. Bismillaah, carrying his bag, got on the bus with a little fear because of this for the first time.

"Where are you going?" kernet asked, staring at Linda's appearance, only this time he thought there were passengers as fashionable and bright as that.

"Ma-want busking, sir ...? Wh-what can?" tanyakanya. Stammering and doubtful.

"W-what?"

Kernet was shocked, even with the driver and passengers. She is beautiful, with a dress that clearly looks expensive. Sure you wanna pack? Maybe they think like that.

"Sorry, I-I can't go down again." Linda turned her body upside down, feeling bad about their gaze.

"Bo-can, kok. Be able. New kid huh? We just saw," said Kernet. Take a glance with the driver.

"Who's innate here?" Kernet asked again as Linda sat down for a moment because there was an empty chair.

"Answer? Meanin?" Linda does not understand.

"Whose boss are you?" Don't have a boss. It could be dangerous" the driver said as the bus began to run.

"Oh, I think it could be straight, sir."

"Can't, Miss. There must be a permit first with the one who owns the area here."

"In that case, I'm going down here" Linda said.

"No need Miss, let's just sing, while there's no other busker, while it's still morning" Kernet said.

"Okay, thank you sir." Linda stood in front, she rolled her gaze across the passengers.

"Sorry to interrupt her journey, I need money to buy breakfast, I'm pregnant young. So, can't resist hunger. Hehe." He tried to comfort himself.

"Sorry, maybe many are curious why I busking, the reason is because I can not do other work, I am not good at washing dishes, washing clothes, let alone cooking," he explained.

"Singing, nyayi, singing."

There was a call from the passengers in the back row. Linda couldn't see it clearly because she didn't wear glasses. But the voice managed to awaken his confidence.

"You're requust? I'll sing on request. I'm sorry I couldn't open the mask, I had a little flu" he said.

The passengers muttered, then someone mentioned the old song title. A foreign song that goes worldwide. Sure, that meyahut it's a student, from the looks of it anyway. Wearing glasses, with a rangsel bag and a laptop on his lap.

"OK," said Linda.

"Would you please applause?" he added.

He did not expect that his first song would be that heavy. This is the concert song he thought. But, it's not multitalented her name if Linda can't do anything.

Okay, I can do it. Linda began to focus her concentration on singing. In this song, the cans and twigs are not used.

There were some tense and dismissive gazes. Are you sure you can sing that song? Yeah, pretty. But ... sure you can sing? Such was the inner-inner possibility of that disdainful gaze.

The song My Heart Will Go On was released in 1997 and became the Best Original Song at the 1997 Oscars. Created by Celine Dion.

🎶 "Every night in my dreams

I see you. I feel you.

That is how I know you go on."

Uhh, all the passengers are so upset, Linda's voice is so smooth and melodious. Fix, who brought the phone directly to shoot their camera, recorded.

🎶 "Far across the distance

Spaces between us

You have come to show you go on."

The driver slowed down, the kernet switched to the passenger seat, and it began recording. Then came the sound of a shrill. A high tone that cheers the heart. The passengers seemed to hold their breath, so enjoying and living. Oh, who is this talented busker?

🎶 "Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on."

They were carried away, plus the busker looked like he was crying with a slightly shaking voice.

🎶 "Love can touch us one time

Last for a lifetime

And never let go till we're gone."

🎶 "Love was when I loved you

One true time and hold

In my life we'll always go on."

🎶 "Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on."

The passengers stood up as if to encourage Linda. Slow rhythmic hand claps. Like a mini-concert, this busker is very different. She's so amazing. Her voice was good to hear, her face was good to see. Perpecto.

🎶 "You're here, there's nothing I fear,

And I know that my heart will go on

We'll stay forever this way

You are safe in my heart

And my heart will go on and on."

Ending the applause and standing applause, they were satisfied and fascinated. Linda bowed her body, and the rizki from the sky was now approaching her. One by one the passengers came forward and put the bills in Linda's open bag.

Linda doesn't go around like other buskers. Seeing the enthusiasm of the passengers, a thank you continued to say from his lips.

"You're great."

"You're talented."

"You're a great singer candidate."

"I've been recording you, want us to be viral on social media."

The words from the passengers made Linda a little happy.

"Sir, this is for you."

Linda gave some of the money to the kernet before she decided to get off the bus at a crossroads.

Linda's departure was stared in amazement by the passengers. The first experience for them was seeing a busker as brilliant and dramatic as that.

Alhamdulillaah says.

The woman's beautiful lips are now chewing slowly enjoying breakfast by noon in a small shop on the side of the road. He sat at the very corner facing the swamps that were at the back of the stall.

The marshes were filled with water alley plants and hyacinths. Green as far as the eye can see. Linda even just found out that in this area there is a swamp that wide.

After the meal, Linda intends to go to Army Sector Central Hospital.

***

Agam threw his body onto the sofa after completing his tasks. The meeting agenda is over. Although his heart was troubled, but at least he was calmer when he found out if Linda was with Bagas.

Then Linda's phone rang. Surprised my eyes saw the name.

RSP Sector Army Calling ....

"Hallo, can you talk to Miss LB?"

"Yes my future husband, what's wrong?"

"Prospective husband? Oh, look sir, the autopsy results of the alleged victim M. Setyadhi, it's over, we've sent an email to Miss LB's account but no response yet."

"Done? What's the result, sir?"

"Look, please just confirm to Miss LB to check the email. Thank you." Thank you."

Call disconnected.

With a feeling of uncertainty, Agam opened the email on the phone.

"The results of the organ based on samples on the liver and DNA, the victim was declared NOT identical 99.9 percent with fingerprints on the identity card belonging to M. Setyadhi."

"Conclusion I: Victims 99.9 percent ARE NOT M. Styadhis."

"For the time being, the identity of the victim is not yet known, it is necessary to retest the sample by matching the victim's and family's DNA."

"Come II: M. Setyadhi is suspected of being involved in this fire case."

"Conclusion III: The cause of the fire is still at the stage of investigation."

Alhamdulillaah says.

Untold happiness when Agam knew the results. It's likely that Linda's real uncle is still alive. But, where is the real uncle Linda?

With a happy face, Agam hurried over. He intends to go to Bagas house this minute as well.

"Sir Yudha, I want to be driven somewhere" Agam said as he was in his car.

"Ready," said Mr. Yudha while saluting. His heart was happy when Agam's lips smiled again.

Agam even whistled as the car left the HGC building and started darting down the highway. Agam was also seen several times mirrored on the rearview mirror in the car.

"It's handsome, sir. There is no gap of ugliness at all," praised Mr. Yudha.

"Ah, you could." Smile again.

"Would you meet Miss Linda, huh?" A good guess from Mr. Yudha.

"Kok, you know?" sahut Agam's.

"On Mr. Agam's forehead it says the letters L and B."

"What's? Hahaha," Agam laughed off.

"Oiya sir, other than her father, who can be a marriage guardian?"

"Huhhh?" Mr. Yudha was obviously shocked, but continued to answer according to his capacity.

"All I know is there is an order. Starting from the father, grandfather, half-brother, half-brother, half-brother, son of the same-sex brother, son of the half-brother, half-brother, uncles, uncle seayah, son of uncle sepung, son of uncle seayah, and guardian judge."

"Can I marry a woman without her father's permission? But the guardian of my future wife's uncle, is the marriage legal?"

"What?!" Mr. Yudha was getting shocked.

"Oh, just ask the spiritual teacher Mr. Agam, I have no knowledge until there, sir. As far as I know, while his father is still around, why should his guardian be his uncle? Must be clear first the reason."

"If the reason is because it can't stand how?"

"What?! Can't stand a-pa?" Mr. Yudha until the storm.

"Aish, Mr Yudha how the hell? Yes, after this business is done, take me to the spiritual master's house."

"Bright, sir."

***

"Linda, Linda," cried Agam. Not at all impatient, until you forget to say hello.

"P-Pak Agam?"

Bagas limp saw Agam. His knees were not even boned.

"Call LB, I don't need you, I need LB. Call him now. Whooo!" his yell.

"M-sorry, Sir .... El su-has gone. He said Mr. Yohan would give me his bag."

"What?! You certain? How did Yohan tell Linda? Linda's not holding a cell phone, is she? Yohan called you? Or does Yohan know your house?" Glamour astonishment.

"A-anu Sir ...." Bagas nervous.

"Say Bagas! You didn't throw him out, did you?! I'll call Yohan. Be careful if you lie!" Agam's face and ears were already flushed.

"Sir Agam." Bagas immediately hugged Agam's leg before Agam managed to call.

"What the fuck?! Don't be crazy Bagas! Release!" Agam brushed off Bagas, but Bagas insisted. The man was crying.

Mr. Yudha immediately got out of the car and pulled Bagas on the shoulder.

"What's Pi?" Bagas' wife showed up.

"PP-Pak Agam?!" Lani is more nervous than Bagas.

"You know LB?! Where is he, huhh? It should be in your house, right?" Stare at Lani.

"D-he forced her out of this house, sir. We've banned him, but-but he's forcing." Well, it turns out this woman is good at lying too.

"Is it really like that?!" Now grab the collar of Bagas's shirt.

"A-ampuun, sir ... ampuun."

"Yes, Mr. .. he did leave on the grounds of Mr. Yohan," said Bagas.

"It's weird. Means Linda just gave the original reason. Tell me the truth!" Agam not calm, Haidya style came out already.

He's pointing a gun, right at Bagas' temple.

"Tell me the truth!" his yell.

"Jangaaan," cried Lani he hugged Bagas.

"Huuu .. huuu .. I ti-not expel LB, ha-just I ti-didn't like LB staying at our house, huuu .... Please don't kill my husband, sir ...." Lani has to be honest.

"What?!"

'BRUGH.'

Bagas and Lani fell to the ground because Agam pushed them.

"You don't know yourself! You are not human! Didn't this house also come from a Bank loan on behalf of LB?! And you owe him a lot too. Remember that! I'll make sure tonight is the last night you guys stay in this house! Pack your things immediately!"

"W-what?! I'm sorry, Sir. I'm guilty," lamented Lani.

"You are Bagas too. You're evil! Just so you're done! Though my Lindak has been very good at helping you and your family. He lent you money without interest and you can pay for it at any time. But when Linda needs help, you betray her.

Agam's body trembled with anger.

"I'll report you've cheated LB. How dare you hurt my woman, my future wife."

'DRO.'

Agam shot flower pots made of clay. Then rushed away with a dead red face.

Lani fainted.

My lind? My woman? My wife-to-be? Inner Pak Yudha.

"Where are we going, sir?" ask Mr. Yudha.

"Army Sector Center Hospital" he replied.

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