Forcing Old Marriage
There are a thousand languages...

"Where are you going?" tanya Mentari when he saw Ujang wearing his jacket and also took the key of the motorcycle owned by Mr. Mamad.

"I want to go out for a while, there are needs that I have to finish," replied Ujang.

"Oh be careful well Brother, do not go home too late," said Mentari worried for her husband.

Ujang smiled faintly and nodded, Mentari's concern for him was enough to feel that he was really valuable in the eyes of Mentari, the old motorbike owned by Mr. Mamad was running at a moderate speed, drizzle does not dampen the steps of Ujang to go down the winding road and is filled with sharp gravel. Not waiting for how long Ujang arrived in the rubble of the former fire of his house, just the darkness that he encountered once he got there, it was very stifling chest,,, sadness once the army radiated in the eyes of Ujang, only the remnants of the fire were there, the former teak tree that had been charred and became charcoal at this time.

Ujang pulled his motorcycle over a tree located far from his house. There was no light there, for some reason tonight her heart was so strong as to go see the rest of her house back. A few minutes later, Ujang saw something coming from the village road next door, someone was walking in the darkness of the night alone, he said, although not so clear but Ujang saw a man wearing a green jacket, the light came from a flashlight used by the man, the man, the man was wearing a pet hat and a mask that covered his face so that the man could not be clearly recognized by Ujang. Ujang saw the man standing petrified towards the debris of the rest of the fire, very long time the man did not leave the location.

Ujang heart suddenly felt bad as soon as he saw the man was very long standing among the debris of the fire, the fire, without thinking long Ujang walked up to the man who was facing the debris of the rest of the fire, the man was immediately shocked in shock, he turned right and walked up to his motorbike which was a few meters away from the location.

"Hey wait! who're you?" asked Ujang to the man who looked so panicked.

The man did not reply and continued to accelerate his pace and Ujang of course did not give up, soon he ran to catch up with the man.

"Hey, don't go what are you doing here? do we know each other?" ask Ujang back.

The man instead turned on his motorbike and immediately left by riding his motorbike at high speed. Ujang could only sigh regretfully, deeply regretting why he did not move any faster. Why was he not quick to arrest the man and interrogate him, there must be something that the man did here, of course it has a lot to do with the fire that just happened a few days ago. Ujang's mind raged, after he felt a little calm, he turned on his motor and left the place. Over time Ujang increasingly convinced that the man was one of the perpetrators who became the mastermind of the fire that occurred in his home. Ujang knew and believed one hundred percent of the masterminds of the house fire was Angelica.

After leaving the location of the fire, Ujang did not go home immediately, he stopped by a coffee shop that was always crowded at night because the migrants came from a neighboring village. The shop was made of bamboo, with a bench made of bamboo as well, the atmosphere of the shop was very crowded, leaving only a few places whose contents only fit for two or three people.

They are residents who come from neighboring villages, the other is named Indra and the other is named Doni, the same name as one of the students who had interned in their village and stayed at Ujang house for a while. Indra seemed to smile widely while the man beside him who looked very pale could only be wide-eyed once he saw Ujang with a gaping mouth. Without feeling the slightest suspicion Ujang followed his footsteps to sit beside Indra because he already knew them.

"What message does Jang want? this time I will treat because I have more money now, hahaha," said Indra with so much enthusiasm.

Doni from earlier just clenched his mouth, he did not say anything and just smiled badly at Ujang so remembering what he had done to Ujang. Wait, Ujang suddenly remembered the person who stood for a while at the location of his house fire, a black pet hat that was lying just like that on a wooden table in front of a bamboo bench, then a green jacket also whose color has faded placed on the back of the chair. Ujang's friendly attitude instantly disappeared and he immediately looked at Doni who was getting pale at this moment.

"Hey Jang, what do you want to order? let's just say, I'll treat you, and also I feel sorry for Jang for what happened to you, you good people Jang will definitely be given convenience later," said Indra again.

Ujang just nodded then...

"Sorry Bang Indra, I immediately felt not thirsty because there was something that made me immediately lose thirst and also not hungry, I did not become a message Bang Indra,," said Ujang with a taut tone while looking into the eyes of Doni who was getting shrunken, Doni really looks very suspicious in the eyes of Ujang,, the more stared at the man the more frightened he felt and the more pale.

While Doni was completely terrified, afraid that Ujang would know everything, afraid that Ujang could guess himself, for what he had done to Ujang, as long as he had burned down Ujang's house,, the guilt continues to haunt him. Even though Doni had earned a lot of money but he was unable to live a quiet life, he always thought of the origin of money from something that was not good, from something that made others suffer,,,, from something that made others suffer,, he used the money to treat his sick son.

"Excuse me!!! I have to go home first because I'm sick now, sorry Indra I can't accompany you until midnight, let's Jang!!! me first!!!" pamit Doni's.

"Wait for Bang, don't rush home, let's sit here together and talk from heart to heart" said Ujang in a cold tone that made Doni even more frightened, just,, Doni immediately thought that Ujang might already know that he was the culprit.

A cold sweat flowed in the temple of Doni while Indra who only listened to their talk was silent a thousand languages, he tried to look stupid as if he did not know anything.