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Two days later, Mr. Cek Amir and his wife returned to visit Ridwan in the hospital. Ridwan is a child who is diligent and tenacious at work. He has long worked with Mr. Cek Amir. His family is not people. His father worked as a rickshaw puller and his mother sold cakes every morning.

Ridwan started working after graduating Junior High. He no longer went to school because of the cost factor. The reason was that it was so unique. The school did not give him money. All he needs is money. So he chose to find a job.

And even more unique because he took the example of the Chinese who were in Banda Aceh. “The Chinese here are not in high school but they are all rich-rich.”

“You eat too much noodles your mind is like theirs.” Said Mr. Cheque Amir at that time.

“What does mi have to do with Chinese?”

“Because mi is from China. You see them eating with a lidi? Because what they eat is noodles, and noodles are easier to eat with lidi. Try them eating beulacan like we definitely can't.”

“How so? I can't cooperate Mr Wa?” ask Ridwan.

“Ya already, if you want to come here early tomorrow morning. And don't call me Mr. Wa. Am I that old in your eyes? Just call Mr. Cheque. Looks like you're the same age as my niece in the village.”

“Nephew Pak Cheque woman?”

“If yes why?”

“Who knows my match.” Seloroh Ridwan then went home.

Several soldiers and police have also met him to inquire about the chronology of the incident. There seems to be no clue whatsoever.

“How are you doing now? Does it still hurt?” ask Mr. Cheque Amir.

“Sometimes it still hurts a little. Mr Cheque not selling?”

“Checker can't sell if there isn't you. Your fans are too many, Mr. Chek can not face alone.” joked Mac Cek.

“Half day only. After noon, Pak Cek closed. Quiet store no broken radio.” Seloroh Pak Cek's.

“Wan, are you sure you don't have the same problem people? You can tell us if you're afraid to tell the police.” This time the look of a serious face is clearly visible from the face of Mr. Chek.

“True, Mr. Cheque. Ridwan's daily life near Pak Cek. Everything Ridwan did Mr. Cheque also saw. Ridwan also always in the coffee shop of the agus. Close the store straight home. Until home, keep bathing sleep or golek-golek in the room. After magrib sometimes go out to the coffee shop and go home, sleep. Tomorrow morning we go to the store. When did Ridwan create the same problem people?”

“Yes too yes. Probably a female problem. Do you like people's girlfriends or people's wives?” ask Mamak Ridwan.

“Yes, Mom. This Ridwan is the godly son of the future inhabitants of heaven. The only girl Ridwan likes is Cut. Nephew Pak Cek Amir.”

Ridwan immediately covered both of his mouth with his hands. Both of his parents could only sigh.

“You like Cut?” tanya Mak Chek.

“Since when?” connect Mr. Cheque.

“Yes geez. Husband wife this if this business is compact once.” Ridwan regretted his words in front of his two bosses.

The boss and his wife are famous for matching people. Everyone in the market knew that even Abu himself knew that his sister was someone who was fond of matchmaking others. Many have succeeded in their efforts. So that the nickname of the anchor craftsman is attached to both.

“So you really like Cut?” ask Mr. Cek Amir back.

“Iya, Ridwan has also told Abu. But Abu told me not to wait for Cut. Because his condition does not know when it will heal. Abu told Ridwan to ask Pak Cek to find a future wife.”

“Bby. We will be happy to find the best for you. But when did you say Abu? Dare also you apply to people's children directly as the father.” sela Mak Cek Siti.

“Just soul mate later if you are healed. There is something more important than a soul mate. Do you know or see the face of the person who shot you? The doctor said the target of the shot might be to your chest like the late Razi but it just shot. How's story?” everyone in the room was silent waiting for Ridwan's answer.

“At that time, Ridwan went home as usual after closing the store. Ridwan stopped in front of a stall near the street to buy cigarettes. After burning a cigarette, Ridwan was about to ride his bike back suddenly Ridwan called the same kiosk owner for forgetting to take change. It was then that Ridwan heard the sound of gunfire as well as pain in the arm just as Ridwan was about to turn towards the stall. After that Ridwan no longer know.”

“God still protects you so that the goal of the criminal is not achieved. Unlike Razi.” Say Mak Cek Siti.

“Do not do so, Ma. Razi was happy there. If it were to die, every human would die. Exactly or not the time according to us. But it was all written before we were even born. All we can do is be sincere. It is all God's destiny. No man can stand against His destiny. Destiny Ridwan might say another.” Advice Mr. Cheque Amir for the wife.

“But, Wan. Mr. Chek was really curious about the incident between you and Razi. If Razi there might be a problem that we don't know about. But if you are, it feels very strange. Your days are always with us. So what makes you a target for OTK?” said Mr. Chek Amir.

“Everyone is also curious, Mr. Cheque. Even the same police soldiers are also curious because Ridwan is not the son of the official, the son of the apparatus is also not. Not related to them either. Why Ridwan was shot. The face also does not look like Shah Rukh Khan. The body is also not like Salman Khan. Why was Ridwan shot? Is he wrong?”

“It could be, Wan. Your face is the face of the market.” Gurau the older brother who had listened to the unclear conversation between the boss and the men.

Meanwhile, a woman with eyes looking far ahead was sitting under a shady tree in the courtyard beside the mental hospital. He was accompanied by a psychiatrist who had been with him for two months to talk. Widia Pratiwi, Sp.KJ (K) who handles Cut so far with full persistence and patience.

There are many things that dr. Widia to Cut. Things are light and easy to understand. As an expert in dealing with patients with psychiatric disorders. Cut conditions are common in big cities. Proper treatment proves that patients with mental disorders such as depression can be treated.

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