For the Sake of Heart
story 6

"Momuuu.." cried Busra. While running to hug his mother. "No way Mom! I find it hard to believe. But this is reality. Her.... He killed Dad and now he's after our treasure. And he's already threatened me with a vulgar photo he took forcibly." Busra furious.

"Who is your son? Don't make mom a hanger. Mother is no longer able to bear it. Please speak plainly" asked Busra's mother weakly. Because it was a gap she had always felt since the death of her husband.

"Kazem. He orchestrated the plot to kill father and take possession of our treasure. We must be careful. He's a human-shaped demon. He'll make my life more than hell. Mom, do you know about Furqan's son? It turns out he's the one who set everything up. And now Akram is playing the role" said Busra.

"Mom doesn't understand anymore, son? What does this have to do with Akram? We've never known how to dance with them!" said his mother lirih.

"Mother help me to kill Kazem. Otherwise we will be killed by him. Whatever this treasure and the grudge of my father's death I will avenge" Busra said.

"We'll arrange everything. As soon as Kazem comes and we arrange for him to be busy. So that he would be caught off guard by danger," said the middle-aged woman.

Somewhere else. Kazem was very upset because for the umpteenth time his attempt failed again. His face flushed with anger.

"Quick search. Who her? If you had to ask Busra, he would know. If he won't open his mouth then just finish him off" Kazem ordered his men.

"Ready sir. We will do as your orders. Let's go" said Kazem's confidant.

The car immediately left the scene. All the men jumped up. And then drove fast towards Kamalia.

bruuummm......

Ciiiiit....

Mm-brum....

Citt...

The sound of the car turning around at the residence of the Jamal family. And there will indeed be a great tension between the former trust of the late Jamal with his wife and child.

"Hey.. Who told you to act like this? Are you looking to die? Stop immediately or not?" said Busra's mother.

The car stopped. And Kazem is out. "Or not why? Haha.. You're just an old woman. You can what?" snapped Kazem.

"I've known all your foul play. So from now on get ready to pay everything" replied Jamal's late wife.

Plakkkp.... One loud slap floated onto the cheek of the middle-aged woman. Contants only the woman fell. Seeing the woman fall because of her slap Kazem laughed in satisfaction.

"Haha....... Who will help you, old lady? Do not be like me or not, I will not hesitate to do more than this," Kazem snapped without pity.

*********

The past of Kazem.

"Who is that woman? Why are they still here. Dismiss him!" mr. Jamal's wife's orders.

The woman who holds the hand of a child. He is little Kazem. His father was arrested by Mr. Jamal for stealing. Even though the master Jamal wants to control the land belonging to the Kazem family at a cheap price. Of course the Kazem family did not accept it.

"Madam please let go of my husband. I beg the madam. For the sake of my son. Who will finance us? Please madam tell the madam's husband," sobs little Kazem's mother. Begging Kazem's father to be released. But with her vow the rich mistress drove away the woman and her son, little Kazem.

"Go from here! Don't set foot again into my house, "push madam Jamal violently.

Suddenly a car came in. Indeed, the habit in the residence of Mr. Jamal during life is all like irregular. The car came in quickly into the house. Almost always hit the waiter.

Brmj ..... Ciiiittt...

Brakkk....

Hit the woman with the little boy earlier. Suddenly all was shocked over Madame Jamal.

"Hey don't you have any rules. Look what you're doing" said the woman.

"Hey wake up quickly. Madam, she fainted" said the maid. After checking the victim.

"Well, bring it in the back. After consciously telling her to leave," said Mrs Jamal without feeling.

"Okay, ma'am" said the waiter. While calling another servant friend to lift up the woman and her child.

A few minutes later. The woman is conscious. " ah. Where am I? Why is it here. Kazem my son is awake. Quickly we go home" said the woman, waking up her son. Arrive arrive. Akh... Shake the woman. His stomach hurts. Hearing that lady Jamal's maid came.

"What's wrong? You- . Not to mention the waiter saw blood where. "You why? Madam come quickly here," said the waiter.

Hearing that scream. Mrs Jamal came to see what was happening. "What's this?" ask her.

"That's the mistress. This woman is bleeding heavily now not self conscious anymore. He was trying to build his son. And there's been blood everywhere" said the waiter.

"Bikin' bothered. Quickly take her to the hospital," Madame Jamal ordered.

Soon little Kazem's mother was taken to the hospital. Kazem was still asleep. After arriving at the hospital and in the care of it turns out the woman died of blood loss.

"Madamma the woman died" the maid reported.

"What???? What another disaster this is. His son is here too! Who takes care of her child" said the rich woman.

The fate of Kazem. From small made miserable by Mr. Jamal. But Kazem's story was a disaster for Jamal's own family. After Jamal was killed, it was his wife and daughter's turn.

*******

A bright morning. Kazem sat in the garden watching Jamal's mansion.

Arrive arrive. "How did it feel last night? Can't catch the culprit?" sindir Busra's.

In the lyrics of Kazem the woman. "I know you already know who the laptop holder is. But you don't want to cooperate. You want to master it yourself. That means you have to disappear" Kazem said sharply.

"Wah wow... A man who is not ashamed. Now I want to disappear. Haha... What if you yourself were to disappear?" ask Busra.

From a distance as usual from the house Jamal can see people taking water. Drinking water filter. Busra carefully watched Akram. Because he was taking water for his family.

In Busra's heart. I have to investigate the boy. Everything leads to him. If it's true then he should not be told by this Kazem bastard. Could danger. And will make the money float.

Within a month in the family of the late Mr. Jamal many gripping events. Kazem is planning a murder.

Kazem looked at the photo of his late mother's father. And clenched in the chest. "Mother," whispered Kazem sobbing with a cry. "I won't let them live quietly. Life in return for life. And I swore I'd take out his wife and son. Mother help me take this revenge."

Little Kazem holds a burning grudge. He could not forget what he had been doing since childhood. Mr. Jamal's family's treatment is like a time bomb ready to explode at any time.

"Mr Kazem" he said, gesturing with his eyes. And keep passing. Kazem followed the man.

"What's wrong" asked Mr. Kazem.

"My master has information that the person we're looking for is in Kamalia. And that's very accurate info. After we checked it turned out that the evidence all went to Busra's aunt," said the waiter.

"Cannot be. If indeed the woman was sure she had run away with the rest of the money. You follow Busra's trus. Where did he go" Kazem replied.

In the hideout Busra mangosteen mangosteen heard the conversation of the two men. "Mmhh, it turns out that my guess is correct. The boy is a genius. Smart playing. Make enemies kill each other. But I had trouble investigating. Gotta find out about his family" whispered Busra quietly.

*******

Busra's plan is very difficult to do, because during this time Akram was not close to the family of his papa. But Busra has determined whatever it is even though it is still considered a genius teenager must have weaknesses.

"I'm sorry you know that teenager" Busra asked a middle-aged woman. Busra saw Akram then.

"Which one?" ask the woman.

"That's a teenager who just passed by. He was very polite and intelligent. I've never seen a kid like him in this village. He's very different" Busra said.

"Oh that's Furqan's son. Her mother was a stranger. Living next to the house of the hajj baba. There is still a connection with the hajj baba" the woman said.

"Oh.. Thank you," said Busra immediately got the idea. I am going to the house of Baba Haji. He should be investigated. Thought Busra.

While continuing to explore the road towards the house of the hajj baba. And Busra looked at Inza. "Ah isn't that Kazem's boy girlfriend," Busra cried inwardly.

Inza turned towards Busra with a smile. "How are you, brother? Looking for who?" ask Inza politely.

Suddenly Inza's girlfriend came out of the baba hajj house. Because they are now engaged.

"Oh looking for him?" spontaneously Busra got the idea of seeing Kazem's accomplices. With a gesture to the man and the man nodded.

"Oh" said Inza.

"Sorry Busra aunty what's looking for me?" ask Asnen. Asnen's fiancee Inza's name. Still Inza's cousin.

"Can you help me? I know you work for Kazem. But if you want to work for me then I will pay you higher than Kazem gave you, how?" ask Busra.

"I'm sorry I don't understand?" asnen.

"I want you to be my confidant. And it works completely for me" Busra said aunty slightly pressing. "If not, you will be my enemy. We better work together. And enjoy the hard work. You know, there's still twice the shipping code. If we could just take one, imagine how much money we have, "Aunty Busra replied.

"Mhhh. Well I agree," said Asnen.

"But I want your fiancee involved" Busra said, a half-forcible aunt.

"What's the relationship with my fiancee. I'm sorry I can't" Asnen replied firmly.

"Listen that I came here on the grounds of meeting him! People are not suspicious! If you meet you must be suspicious," replied Busra smilingly winning.

"Mhh good is. But don't involve her with our work, because I'll marry her soon this week" Asnen replied.

Like getting the idea of Busra smiling. " When? Our steps are getting smoother. Invite me to your wedding" Busra smiled. Looks like the plan will go smoothly.

"alright. With half the results I received our cooperation," said Asnen.

"Tomorrow to send an invitation to me. Ask someone else to take you straight into my hands. Do not send it on your behalf. Send in Inza's name, will Kazem suspect?" busra.

*******

A clear morning at the residence of the late Mr. Jamal. The wife and son of the landlord live like they are on the battlefield. Always full of mines ready to kill.

This morning Busra has made a special program. So that we can reason to meet Inza.

"Busra aunty," said a woman of Asnen's. In front of the gate while shouting Busra's name. Not allowed to enter by the gatekeeper.

"Yes. Tell him to come in. The guards let the woman in" Busra shouted at the guard.

"Sorry Busra, aunt of Mr. Kazem, forbid anyone to enter without his permission" said the guard.

"He sent me an invitation. Why can't you meet me?" ask Busra.

"For an invitation to me. Let me give to Busra aunt," said the guard suspiciously. Turning back the invitation.

In a fit of annoyance Busra approached the guard. And snatched the invitation from the man's hand. " Hey this is an invitation from my friend he wants to get married. And I'm going to go to her wedding and it doesn't need Kazem's permission. Understood?" snarled Busra annoyed.

Glaring at the guard Busra passed. The man gave his friend a code to notify Mr. Kazem who happened to be not on the spot at the time of the incident.

"Mothers. I have a plan. If this works out we'll get out of here" Busra whispered to her mother after rushing into the room.

"What plan?" ask the old woman.

"Mother, don't let the demon Kazem know. I don't want our plan to fail. We need to get out of his trap. And I'm coming this week at Inza's wedding. This is the plan I actually want to work with Asnen. Inza's husband-to-be who is Kazem's accomplice" said Busra heartily.

Arrived the door was opened forcibly.

Brakkk....

"Hey you. What's so rude about behaving like this?" busra.

Kazem is coming. With a pushy look full of anger he said.

"Hey cheap lady. Watch out if you I know have a foul plan" Kazem said, strangling Busra. Until Busra gasped for trouble breathing.

"Devil is my son" cried Busra's mother.

"Akkkkhh le loose right," said Busra severed.

Then Kazem took off his hand after being satisfied to see Busra out of breath.

"Back them" master Kazem ordered.