Because of You
still reverie

Everyone on the scene stopped their fights..

I never thought Beni would dare to do that..

Aleyy immediately held Fikri's body that began to collapse, although Aleyy was unable to support him..

and in the end Aleyy sat down because he felt weak..

Aleyy held onto Fikri's head in a trembling feeling at the sight of fresh blood flowing from his best friend's stomach..

"Fixed.."

he said as if he could not believe it..

The crying broke...

Arrive arrived....

ngiungg ngiungg

(ice cream branches passing through. ehh).

Several police cars came to the scene..

Beni who was about to escape was defeated quickly by the movement of the police..

the others scattered somewhere to save themselves..

Some of those caught were immediately escorted to the police station, as was Aleyy..

Fikri was quickly rushed to a nearby hospital..

* * *

Aley.. Beni..

and some of the other people who were caught were also checked by the police.

Beni was named as a suspect with strong evidence and witnesses for attempted murder.

Aleyy was still crying sobbing on the waiting bench inside the police station..

He drowned his face on the knees he was bending..

Not crying because he was arrested, but crying because he thought about the state of his best friend Fikri..

"now how's Fik..?" he murmured in the heart..

Instantly his daydreams were renewed when he heard his father coming in a furious rage..

It turns out that his father came with Damar, and his father's target of anger was Damar...

Laila looked up and saw her father talking to the officer..

Laila saw that Damar who was silent did not come to talk..

Laila can be released on bail from her parents. And at that time his father was very angry...

It was like thunder and lightning struck his head when he saw his father staring at him..

* * *

From entering the car, and throughout the journey his father continued to speak..

Been clean already...

His father was really furious this time..

Damar who sat on the front passenger bench turned his eyes out the window.he dizzy listening to his father's nagging that had been so far.

Laila sat in the back next to her father, only looking down to accept the scolding that had not stopped for decades, even if it could be digested or not. because her mind was still on Fikri.

* * *

Arriving at home, the tirade continued..

Damar who wants to take Laila to his room was prevented..

The father told them to sit on the sofa in the living room..

"Dad is not out of mind. A professor like father came to the police station to free his daughter who participated in wild racing and fighting like a hero..!!"

grunted annoyed..

both of them just listened to the sentence for the umpteenth time..

"and you're Damar." at Damar's firstborn..

"as a big brother you're spoiling your sister too much until she's out of bounds like this..!" so continue..

a moment of silence because there is no resistance from anyone..

" well..from now on you can no longer wear clothes like this anymore..!" on the point on Laila's clothes that use torn jeans and bomber jacket. Laila looked up but still did not say what.

"you girls don't deserve to dress like this." he added unceremoniously his father told bi ani and bi tati to drain out Laila's closet..

" throw it all away..!"

Laila was aghast and stood up to her father..

call him to start the fight..

"it's all Laila's belongings.don't throw dad.." whine laila by holding his father's arm. But got no response..

His father simply told his housemaid to more quickly carry out his orders...

"ayo what are you waiting for. get it all out.." he snapped when the two house assistants were silent..

"but sir." said bi ani who could not bear to see Laila..

"who pays for your work here huh..!!" snapped again..

"i.iya mister.." bi ani glanced at Laila's direction but could not do anything other than obey the orders of his great master.

His father began to catch his breath..

"dad doesn't want your clothes to make you look like a boy." this time in a low tone..

Laila understood how her father felt.it was all his fault.he finally resigned to seeing all his clothes brought out..

His tears were not stopped anymore..

nyesek

Laila was sitting back with her resignation.All that there is in her is a favorite clothes that mostly she bought herself with her monthly allowance..

Damar grabbed Laila's shoulder.

Damar can't do anything if it's his father's decision..

" and another one." said his father arrived which made the two look at the father..

"your motorbike will also sell..!"

the shock left Laila stunned like a lightning strike.. Damar is like that.. He couldn't believe what his father was going to do..

This time Laila did not want to just resign. He came back and begged his father..

"Laila please father.don't sell Laila's motor.." the crying broke again..

His father remained silent in the firmness of his heart..

Seeing no response at all.. Laila went to prostrate her father's feet to make a wish..

"Laila please father. don't.."

with sobs..

"it's a gift from ka Damar that Laila loves.please father.." Laila continued to cry until Damar who saw her also shed tears..

Her father tried to remove Laila's hand from her leg, but Laila continued to plead with her heart-wrenching cries..

"Laila please don't father.hiks hiks.."

Until finally the father was destroyed by Laila's defense..

It's just not willing to obey him as a matter of course, he accepted but on condition...

"the motorbike can be here, but you can't wear it." she replied without looking at Laila..

" if you want to go where Mr. Arif will go between them." he said then passed away leaving them..

"thank you dad.."

Laila got up and her eyes began to shine.. Laila turned to look at Damar who was already smiling, with a little run Laila scattered her arms at Damar...

Laila was relieved, even though he could not get out with his bike, as long as he could be close and still have it already made him happy..

Aley was like a best friend to Laila..

(the bohay motor means.)

The events of three years ago are unforgettable.

Since then.. Laila's not turning as happy as she used to..

"young master..?" the sound surprised Damar's daydream

"Oh.. bi tati what's wrong?" his tan..

" mister needs something..?"

"Oh no. I want to rest.." refused Damar and then passed..

It turned out that his reverie managed to make his eyes glassy..

seriated

"how guys? sorry if the story is a bit crisp, but wait for the continuation. thanks who have read do not forget like n comments. because it is important for the progress of my writing. see u"