Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 46
Like a rusty dagger. Suparman's heart throbbed the pain of hearing it. He kept silent, listening to Gandhi's long speech.
"Ma. forgive me, sir. I didn't mean to push Ayu up ... until...." Anjar opened his voice.
"MORTH!"
A raw bogem was floated right in Anjar's stomach. He staggered to his feet in a stainless chair. Suparman's strong fist, giving rise to the muscles in the man's arm. Though Gandhi did not reveal the matter, he was quite flippant himself.
"You've run away from responsibility and are now killing your son!" suparmanSuparman shouted. It was about to strike back but Gandhi quickly held back the old man's chest.
"Everything can be done fine, sir," Gandhi muttered withholding the stocky body.
"He will take responsibility, marry Ayu after his iddo period is over, Ayu loves him very much" Gandhi said.
The adult male exhaled violently, closed his eyes for a moment and then retreated his steps. Lean on the pole not far from his reach.
After pondering for a while, Suparman patted Gandhi on the shoulder gripping him firmly to the point of grimacing him.
Suddenly Suparman stood up and grabbed Gandhi in his arms. Patting your back, man, slowly. It even sounds faint.
"Sorry! I'm sorry, Father, this has never been so good to you. You have saved the disgrace of the Father's family, but the Father is not good to you. Sorry," he said regretfully while crying. Recalling the beginning of the meeting they rewarded a raw bogem and snapped at Gandhi.
"It's okay, sir. I would be the same if my daughter were to experience something like that. But naudzubillah, may it be kept away from all bad things" Gandhi replied in return for the embrace.
Relieved, one problem has been solved. Divorce permission has been bagged, only execution.
"And you! Beware if you dare to run from responsibility again. You will feel the consequences!" threatening Suparman on Anjar.
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The day passed so quickly. Gandhi decided to return home. His heart was pounding as he opened the screen of his phone that had been disilent since this morning.
Lots of calls and messages from his boss. His hands even trembled when he saw the many swearing aimed at him. He swallowed his saliva heavily.
"Astagfirulabadim...."
Gandhi rubbed his face violently. Soon he got up from the bed and took ablution. Praying for one third of the night. Shedding all the worries in his heart. Surrender to what will happen to him.
By morning, the man could not close his eyes. He immediately prepared for the office. The streets are not too crowded, making it quickly reach the office.
The atmosphere was still quiet, his footsteps echoed in the room that had just been cleaned by the OB.
"Good morning, Mr. Gandhi" said an OB who had just walked out of his room.
Usually the man will answer kindly. But this time, just pulling a smile feels heavy.
"It looks like Mr. Gandhi didn't get rations." The OB scratched his head at the strangeness of Gandhi's attitude that morning.
And at exactly 8 o'clock, the door of his room opened violently. The swift steps drew closer. Gandhi was prepared for the consequences he would accept..
"Good morning, sir" Gandhi said, forcing the corners of his lips to form a smile.
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