For the Sake of Heart
Story 7

"Regardless of my mother" snarled Busra. While trying to help his mother from the clutches of Kazem's accomplices.

"You'll be in jail. Until I know your rotten plans," understand Kazem's rude snapping.

Saw that incident. Asnen texted Inza for help. With the reason of friends to be able to invite Busra to the market. To buy wedding equipment.

"Bring them fast," Kazem snapped.

Suddenly the gatekeeper came to report that there was a young woman looking for Busra. "Sir is looking for Busra aunty" said the guard slowly .

Kazem looked suspiciously at Busra. "Oh.. Please send me in. Let's see what we want here" Kazem Sangar ordered.

"Okay, sir" replied the gatekeeper politely. And rushed to the gate of his guard. "You're in wait for Busra's aunt. Please keep coming in." Unsuspecting Inza kept coming in.

"How are you, Brother Busra? Do you have time. Please take me to the market. I have a need," plain Inza pinta. Because Inza doesn't know what.

Busra glanced at Kazem. Then he said "why not. I'll be ready first. Please wait for me here," pointed Busra to a chair. While glancing at his mother gestured. And his mother nodded.

"Well, sister" replied Inza.

In Busra's heart he shaved with Inza's arrival. As soon as Busra passed in front of Asnen he smiled meaningfully. Because he knew Asnen told him to.

"Well I'm done let's go" said Busra aunty.

"Well," replied Inza.

"I'm going to the market. Is there anything you want to leave" Busra told Kazem. Kazem looked at Busra with a furious look. "OKs. All right if there's nothing I'll go. Without your permission" Busra said hatefully.

They came out through the gate in Busra's car. Busra drives by himself.

"Inza if you can know. Do you know Akram well" Busra's fishing rod.

"Know why?" ask Inza back. While staring at Busra strange how come Akram. What does this have to do with Busra.

"Ah no. I see the boy is very diligent. Every day grab a drink of water near my home filter," Busra reasoned.

"Oh. He's my cousin's son. Furqan. Stay next to my house. And his mother was a stranger. He's a bad boy. Always bothering us" said Inza, half lying.

"But people say he's a genius kid" Busra lures.

"When I'm not too sure about that. Because our relationship is not good. I rarely talk to them. But what was it about Brother Busra asking him. Is there a problem?" inza asked suspiciously.

"Ah no. Last night I wanted to ask him when I met him. But I didn't get to," elak Busra tried to cover up.

"If Brother Busra wants to know a lot about him, just come to my house" Inza replied arriving.

"Mhh good idea. Later after our market to your house ok," replied Busra.

Then the two women wandered the market. Buying the marriage needs. With various knickknacks that are actually not needed.

"Ok is enough of this. We just go straight home. Brother Yasmin! How are you doing? We haven't seen each other in a long time" Inza said, hugging Yasmin.

"Yes my news is good. You how?" ask Yasmin.

"Oh, you know. This is Yasmin Furqan's older brother. Brother Yasmin meet my friend Busra's aunt. He's a rich man, you know" Inza whispered into Yasmin's ear. Busra smiled at Inza's words. And look at Yasmin.

"I'm Yasmin. Cousin Inza," Yasmin said.

''I'm Busra son of the late Mr. Jamal," said Busra promotion. Because he knows women like Yasmin are easy to fool. " Oh yeah how about we stop by for a second. I want to buy something, "Busra's fishing rod. This opportunity was not given away by Busra. To get to know Akram further.

"Oh yes" they answered in unison.

Busra bought some expensive pieces of cloth. It was purchased for Yasmin and Inza. As a pemulus his intention entered into the life of the Akram family.

"This is for you. Think of it as a gift from me" said Busra smilingly winning. Of course the two women could not resist. What else is the fabric that Busra buys expensive prices and of course good quality.

"Ah is right. You're so nice. Thank you," said Yasmin relentlessly glared at the giving of Busra.

"Thank you, brother" said Inza.

"It has. Do not hesitate if anyone wants to buy again say it. Let me pay" replied Busra.

"certainly certainly.. I'll call you" Yasmin said shamelessly. In his heart he was delighted that there had never been anyone this good to him. Of course he would accept.

Then the three of them got home in Busra's car. On the way home, they laughed happily. In his heart Busra actually did not like them too much. But for the sake of investigating Akram he had to.

"Oh yes Yasmin. How's your relationship with Akram?" busra Fishing.

"Other habits? What's the matter?" ask Yasmin astonished. Why did Busra ask his nephew Akram. Even if his relationship with Aini is not okay. But Akram is his brother's son.

"He was a different child, unlike most of the children in this village. Smart intelijent," replied Busra.

"Oh... Yes, he is a genius. But a little stubborn. Since when do you know Akram?" ask Yasmin astonished. But in his heart he got the idea to introduce Busra with Akram.

"I want to know him. Can you introduce me?" ask Busra seriously.

"Why not? Later we until you stop by my popo house," said Yasmin happy.

Busra approached his head while whispering. "Include me with your niece and I will give you a gift" Busra said.

"Alright," nods Yasmin happily and astonished. Because as if there is an opportunity that cannot be wasted.

Car arrives in Kamalia. With moderate speed because Busra did want to linger long to tell a story with Yasmin.

"Let's stop by first" said Yasmin.

"Well," said Busra. While getting off the car following Yasmin inside. Inza also went down and entered his house. He used to say goodbye to Busra.

"Thank you for all the gifts" Inza said.

"The same," said Busra passed.

Yasmin enters by chance Aini is in the kitchen. Because Yasmin's popo house is right next door to Aini's.

Then Yasmin took Busra in. And gave drinks to his guests. Aini did not suspect what was with Busra's arrival.

Not long ago Akram entered. Yasmin called him. "Here cream," call Yasmin.

"How's popo doing?" ask Akram.

"good. I know this is my friend Busra" Yasmin said.

"I'm Busra. It's nice to meet you. What class?" ask Busra full of search.

"I'm in 8th grade" Akram replied.

"Masha God" said Busra.

"Oh yes I said it first. There is work" answered Akram. Suddenly Akram felt that there was something strange about Busra. Like suspicious. This wahtang. When it's up he starts to suspect I'm inner Akram.

"Don't you," said Busra still trying not to be careless.

For a moment I went to the kitchen. And pura throw the trash. "Ami ji I want to take this trash out. It's full of this" Akram told his mother.

"Nice heart, oh there's your popo. How are you Yasmin? This who?" ask Aini while greeting the guests.

"I'm good. This is my friend Busra" Yasmin said.

"Here. Yasmin's older brother's wife" said Aini.

"Busra. Friends of Yasmin" replied Busra. Smilingly. "What was your son, huh? He's very smart and polite" continued Busra.

"Masha God. It's already big. You know," asked Aini.

"Well," replied Busra. Looking at Aini from top to bottom. With the intention of investigating. Guess what kind of person Aini is? And what's Furqan like? There's a lot Busra wants to know about auntie.

"I leave first" said Akram pamit.

"Hurry home. Don't go where you go straight home" said Aini.

"Okay ami" answered Akram. Awass later if I don't throw it away it'll be hard. Must immediately dispose. Otherwise those bastard bastards will finish off my family right now. Before they could know better I threw it away first. You guys remember I was stupid. It's a basic criminal.

Akram went to get rid of all that laptop junk. And a little signal that there will be a delivery to 4. Of course Kazem's accomplices are already moving. Quickly complete the mission.

******

"Master there is a quick delivery to the destination" reported accomplice Mr. Kazem.

"Quick moving. Why are we going to the colongan again" cried Kazem growled.

"But now it has nothing to do with Busra's aunt. Because of the scavengers found around the place. Not in offices or banks" said Kazem's accomplice.

"It doesn't matter where it is. During this time we are also fooled by both the market, office and others. Now focus on finding the code" Kazem said.

They're moving fast. Go in the direction you mean but how shocked everyone. There was not a single piece of trash there. There was a big cleanup in that place. Right after Akram threw away the laptop.

Busra got a text from Asnen. If Kazem had moved. "Sorry Yasmin I have to go home. There's work" said Busra. In front of the gate Akram crossed with Busra smiling meaningfully.

"Fifty" said Akram. Looking at Busra.

Degs..... Busra's surprised. And rightly so. I threw the laptop away.

"So-I," said Busra. While looking at Akram. Really slippery this kid thought Busra.

"Why?" ask Akram. He asked Busra.

Without answering Busra straight home. On the way home Asnen reported that Kazem had fired on some garbage collectors.

Ah... Why was I weak. I should have just taken it away, Busra thought.

At Kazem's place. Always check the existence of the laptop. While Busra had already reached home before entering at the intersection he was shocked. There's a scavenger throwing a box in the car. It just so happened that the window door was open. The road car is slow so it's easy to throw.

"Hey. Who're you?" shouted Busra. The scavenger had already run away. Curiously Busra opened the contents of the box.

Degs... His heart was pounding hard.it was what he had been looking for all this time. Quickly he got in and checked.

"Ah I don't understand. It just comes on its own now. The danger is that Kazem knows" whispered Busra. Busra tried to check all accounts. And leads on behalf of his father. The master Jamal Foundation.

Busra was getting confused. Every code was sent in his father's name. But on the other hand, his father lost many lives. For this laptop.

"What does the owner of this laptop mean. If everything is organized why should make a laptop as important. How could it not smell at all" murmured Busra astonished.

Dor... Dor..... A few shots from someone who was disappointed. A Kazem. He shot his gun many times.

Busra came out smiling. " How? Got your hunting results?" tease Busra from the porch.

Kazem pointed the gun at Busra. But Busra was not afraid. "You'll die in my hands, but later. Your death is too easy for me" Kazem sneered.

"Now there's no point in that laptop. Because it's organized. Even if you meet you still will not be able to change the code. Better forget it" said Busra.

"Eits. Wait a minute, from what you said, you seem to know the existence of the laptop?" kazem was suspicious.

"It's up to what you're accusing" Busra said. Because previously Busra had put the laptop with several laptops in the office space. Laptop is there.

"Check Busra's room aunt. Hurry up.." Kazem's orders grow furious.

All moves through the entire room including Busra's room. " Mister nothing strange was found" reported Kazem's accomplice.

"Cannot be. Search again there must be," shouted Kazem sangar. Go inside and check for yourself. Suddenly he saw something strange in the office. Which is not usually a laptop that much there. " wait. Who added this laptop," asked Kazem.

"I am" replied Busra. While entering the office.

"What does that mean" asked Kazem. Pointing a gun at Busra's head. " Hey cheap lady. What are you doing that for? Do you want all your photos scattered here," taunted Kazem cynically.

"Here's one of the laptops we're looking for. Because it is well programmed, so all laptops can be programmed. Missing one copy of ten" said Busra.

"How do you know," Kazem replied curiously.

"Just like her you give honest employees. Of course there is an assessment" Busra said.

Suddenly Kazem picked up the gun on the table. He turned towards Busra. " Hurry up and show me which laptop one is or isn't you'll be dead soon" Kazem said

"I'm not afraid of your threats. Once again you torture me then I'll finish you off too" Busra said.

Sometimes I think it should be in Akram's hands. Than in Kazem's hands.

"Hey you can't dodge anymore. Must tell now. With Busra's hand.

"Fetch me. Don't force me to do more" Busra said.

Dor... Kazem was shot himself.