For the Sake of Heart
Story 2

An atmosphere of mourning in the residence of Jafar. Jafar's death shocked everyone. Whispering to each other.

There was a cry heard where. Tahira could not hide his sadness.

While Jafar's mother lamented Jafar's death. Bisma fainted many times. The mood of grief is very gripping. Because the next day Kasif will be executed on death row.

"Jafarrr... Don't leave us. Jafarrrrrrr..," cried Tahira. Unable to endure sadness.

"Papa....... Wake papa..... Don't leave us. Papa...," cried Rafi and Huzel.

The attendants present whispered to each other."Jafar before he died had been fired disrespectfully," said neighbors whispered to each other.

"Yes, he was involved in the scandal. He wanted to take the money that was evidence. He should have handed it to the police. Well, the incident last night unmasked of course the gang is trying to retaliate," said another person.

"Hey. Don't talk recklessly. Do you know where it's from? Later heard the same they shsttt," whispered another.

The body began to be bathed. In the cry of the family. And the morticians immediately completed their task. In the bath and in the bath.

Finish the last body with the family. A chance to see the face of the mayor.

"Don't leave me hiks... Huhuhoo..... Please I can't lose you. How our son. Jafar..," isak Tahira.

"Tahira's... Never mind. You must accept this taqdir. Don't you let me deny. What happened was divine will. Wake up, son," said Tahira's mother while hugging Tahira.

"Mothers. How's my life, ma'am? I can't afford to lose him? Mom help me Mom!" said Tahira.

"Already Son! This is the decree God has determined. You are strong for the sake of your children" said Tahira's birth mother.

The mortuary arrived. And ask everyone to pull over. "It has. Everyone please step aside. The body will be taken to the grave. Please everyone pull over" said a few people.

"My boy......Jafarrrrrr..don't leave my mother nakkk," cried Jafar's mother. Losing consciousness, crying happens.

"That's it. Break your heart. Poor your daughter-in-law and grandchild. If you behave like this," said Jafar's father.

"How could I lose him. My only child," isak Jafar's mother.

One by one the mourners started to go home. With a gripping atmosphere. No one dared to speak. Because it's still traumatized by the events of the other day.

******

The first night the family lost Jafar. Everyone is still sad. But Tahira's mother tried to take her son home.

"Tahira. Listen Nak. This is our chance to take Rafi and Huzel away. I don't want to keep them away with their chest. But we don't have a chance anymore" Tahira's mother said.

Tahira for a moment. Then he woke up for a moment. "really. This is our chance to escape from the Jafar family. Come Ma! We go silent" said Tahira. Tahira hurriedly packed up and quietly came out of her in-laws' house. Because if caught will definitely be stopped.

"Taxi. Please leave soon. Mom, I'll find a place away from here. And we'll stay there" Tahira said.

"Later you set it up. We take it as far as possible as possible as a child" Tahira's mother said.

"The opportunity will not come again. Better now we do," Tahira said grudgingly for the treatment of Jafar's mother so far.

The Jafar Parents residence. "Where's my grandson, Huzel... Rafi's... Tahira isn't there either?" ask Jafar's father.

"So they're still here. A few minutes ago. Try calling Tahira's phone number" said Jafar's mother.

Crings..... Crings..... Tut..

Phone calls came in at Tahira's phone. But he turned it off intentionally. Tahira was ready to run away with the children. Otherwise his fate would be much worse later.

"Come on. Our children are leaving. Mom, let's take this, I'll lock the door" Tahira said.

"Let's get the kid in the car. We will arrive late at the terminal. We have to hunt" Tahira's mother said.

"Where are we going Nani?" ask Rafi. Nani calls grandma from mom's side.

"Sweet we're gonna get away from here. Now this place is no longer safe" said Nani ami Rafi.

"Let's go" Tahira told the driver.

They drove by car to the terminal. Tahira sent a short message to Jafar's family. Don't ever look for us again.

Kontan alone Jafar family new in the thickets of sadness increasingly restless. Various allegations point to Tahira.

"What's he doing? Whatdoes thatmean? Did he take our granddaughter away?" ask the restless mother.

"Eitherway. I told people to find out where they were" Tahira's father-in-law said.

Next day. The shaken turn of the bisma. The death of her husband Kasif really makes Bisma hit. No severance and pension for Kasif's wife's son.

Bhishma now relies only on her retired father, who is an ex-cop as well. The corpse of the passive is not allowed to be shown to family members.

After being buried in a continuous mood of grief made them shaken. Tahira is lost in the earth. No news.

Aini always told what happened to Furqan. And hope Furqan will soon pick him up with the children.

Today there is still mourning in the family of Kala Furqan. And Aini called Furqan saying what happened. " dear. It was really horrible. A few days ago I was so scared. Please get us there!" aini pinta.

"There are many neighbors who have been arrested. Next to our house, in front of and at the end of the street. Either because the politics are heating up again or indeed now it is not safe anymore, if you are here the time of the incident. Then you are definitely arrested too," said Aini horrified. Imagine that Furqan is here.

"Where is he? Did you talk to him?" ask Furqan.

"I've been since that night. Not where. The kid just happens to be on a month off. I don't know about him. I just heard that he took his son to run away" said Aini.

"Pity him" Furqan said.

"How to be pity. That's his fate. If she's here, she's sure her parents-in-law will take her son. Now he wants to run away. Than to continue here. Woe to the in-laws. You knew? Jafar was fired before the incident that night. Well he was injured and died. He's not leaving retirement" Aini said.

"Ah is right? How can?" ask Furqan.

"Eitherway. The news goes so!" said Aini.

"It's a shame I'm scared of Inza's boyfriend. People said he was involved too. Later carried away also our children," said Aini anxious and was was was.

"You and the ordinary child. Like you didn't talk to them much. Now it's better not to be in touch. I will quickly bring you here" Furqan assured Aini.

*******

It's been a month of gripping events gone by. Desas desus mister Jamal getting cruel.

Just recently there were some young people in his trap. Then they were forced to obey Mr. Jamal's orders.

"I saw with the young man the other day" said Mr. Jamal. In some young people who had met Akram

"I don't know what, let us go. Let us go home, "please one more youth.

"Can't! You should want to do this. Otherwise your family will be punished" said Mr Jamal Beringas.

"Don't my master please have mercy on us" they said.

"Can't! Tomorrow you must go to the village of hiding places. Before leaving, please give any reason to your family. And remember don't bring my name. If you break then your family will pay dearly" said Jamal.

The young men were frightened. They went home to their families. It turned out that there was one young man who tried to tell his family.

"My mother will go please report to the police. I'm." I'm." Arrived Dor. The young man lay lifeless. A bullet lodged right in his forehead. Apparently Mr. Jamal's eyes are always watching.

The other boys were getting more scared. He tried to calm himself but could not be denied they were afraid.

The next day the young men disappeared in the village. And the growing chaos of fear of the local community.

Looks like their village is relentless in the terror of successive disasters. Losing the young men but not worrying about their families. Freaky.... Yeah, very strange. Mr. Jamal, however, told them to go be accomplices to their cabal. In the village, Mr. Jamal gave a decent life to their families.

Mr. Jamal will also not hesitate to kill the young men. If caught offending orders. If they obey, they are safe and the family who lives is also safe.

"Bag what is our fate? Will it be like this forever?" ask one of them.

"Eitherway. We obey first. Is not what they want our expertise in the field of technology. I just don't know who's on the laptop," said another.

"What might be left to people outside our village. When the incident happened he who was chased continued to enter the village and jump the roof of the neighboring house. It happened so fast" said another friend.

These young men are genius children. But they never did go to school. So their intelligence from families who work in the field of technology.

"Or don't be Akram" said another whispering. Afraid

"Sstt... Don't be hard. We can kill someone if we speak wrongly. If it is Akram, I agree. He's amazingly smart. Very genius. We must not mention his name again. It's dangerous for everyone. Not only is he we're here they're gonna kill. For a while it's better not to talk about laptops," said another.

They nodded in agreement. Suddenly there was a secret code connected. "Sstt silent. Let's open the computer. There's an incoming message. He asked for a code. How'this? How do we know?" ask the young man to his friend.

"Ops... You forget. It's in one of the captives. Check back to the prisoners" said another.

They rushed to find out. One by one, the prisoners of Lord Jamal were met with fear. One of the prisoners gave a code. And yesss can.

"had gotten. Let's send it to them" said another young man.

******

The Aini residence. Apparently Akram asked for the code. Yess can. One press freed dozens of people in the village where the young men were detained Mr. Jamal.

"OKs. Now time. Bismillah. Click, quickly send," murmured Akram. Succeeded.

Akram has sent help to several places at once. Suddenly there is an entry code on Mr. Jamal's computer. "Quick... ." Mr. Jamal ran as fast as lightning to meet the young men earlier. "Quick search" said Mr. Jamal.

"Yes sir. This is my process. It turns out that in a few different places, there is none in Kamalia. It means they're outside Kamalia.

"For the Bank code where he transferred my money," said Mr. Jamal upset.

"Attent. Click."

All the wonder because the transfer place is not a Bank. Except the traditional market. To trick them into making a bank.

Elsewhere Akram smiled with satisfaction. Because they managed to trick them. "That's a good start" said Akram.