Grasping
The Part 41
One week's deadline passed Nesva was unable to restore the company's funds that had been in corruption, finally the woman was forcibly picked up by the police to account for her actions.
Yusha, the owner of the company, has agreed with the police to hold Nesva for one year. Actually, for the case of criminal acts of corruption, at least languish in confinement for 4 years. But Yusha himself filed the sentence, until the police agreed. Of course, with certain conditions.
Right where Nesva was in the sleigh entered the police car, when Sumiati was unconscious and Mr. Bejo asked for help Aris immediately took him to the hospital.
An hour after the incident, Mr. Bejo contacted Niar to inform him of the chaos. Niar's body suddenly suffocated, shedding on the floor. The tears are not stopping flowing. The woman cried sobbing with mixed feelings, regret, guilt, and self-condemnation. Why, why is everything so complicated? Right now there only wanted to blame Yusha, why would the man lie to him. If he turns out he's convincing, everything's gonna be fine. But, look, all is not well. All chaos.
Niar braced himself to move to the closet and arranged clothes to take home. He won't let his father handle everything on his own. Although Yusha is going to the office, or is taking care of Nesva's arrest, he does not know. He decided to go home alone by bus.
Before the feeble foot came out of the door, he spoke inwardly. 'Sir, I'm sorry I left without permission. I'm leaving for good reason, may the Angel not do me.'
"Miss, where are you going?" ask one of the guards at Yusha's house.
"I want to go home, sir."
"You can get between the Mas Dedi." Mas Dedi calls them to Yusha's private driver.
Niar shook his head, "That father doesn't exist. I'm in a hurry, so, just take the bus." Niar continued his steps towards the gate. But immediately intercepted again with the two guards earlier. "So soon, Miss, let me allow Mr. Yusha, we're afraid he'll be upset if you leave the house."
'I am not a prisoner who is always hidden in the house. Even to go to meet the family must be prevented like this.' Niar's inner increasingly confused. The woman could not think clearly. Couldn't reach Yusha's max if the man was just worried about letting him go alone. Yes, little by little Yusha's heart began to assume the existence of Niar. If in his heart and mind there was only Sheli, since some time ago the name Niar began to infiltrate and and participate in the night.
Not heeding the ban of the two guards, Niar stepped hastily out of the fence. Walk far to reach the big road that is often passed by public transportation.
Across the phone Yusha cursed angrily at the screams of one of the guard guards, he suspected that Niar would come home without his permission.
The man left the metting room just like that.
"Sir, where are you going?" Kelvin half-cried calling his master. But whatever the matter, Yusha blurred with wide strides.
Inside the bus that was crowded with other passengers, Niar's mouth was silent, but tears were the ones who kept talking. He could not hide the anxiety that was squeezing the chest. Sharp nails pierced the handbook, but he did not feel it. The fingers were looking at each other and hurting each other. Often he does if he is troubled in anxiety.
He wants to get to his destination soon. The usual journey he passed seemed to be increasingly circling, until the bus felt very slow.
Three hours later, he just got off at the bus stop. In a hurry, he sought public transport to take her to the hospital. Like his father's message.
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"Assalamualaikum, sir. How's Mom doing? Is that okay, sir? You're okay, right?" The series of questions he was asking for Mr. Bejo.
The middle-aged man looked up, a look of sadness framed adorning the increasingly wrinkled face. Age-eaten. "Mother, you're resting, son," she replied.
A second later Niar dropped his knees in front of his father, he prostrated to apologize. "It's Niar's fault, isn't it, sir? Niar bo doh is not trying to help Mom nor is sister. Sorry Niar, sir." The woman sobbed under Mr. Bejo's limp feet.
"Have a son, don't turn yourself on." Mr. Bejo stroked the head of Niar, wrapped in a pasmina hijab. The man continued his sentence. Halfheartedly blaming fate, half-heartedly not knowing who to confuse? Should he blame Niar? There have been many sad events experienced by the woman to sacrifice the future to bear a second wife to save her family. Does he still want to corner her? Nah! He won't have the heart.
"You just came, son. Be seated! After you calm down, I take care of Mom, yes. I'm going to the police station to see your brother. Poor nobody goes there. He was also shocked by the experienced." Mr. Bejo said softly, making Niar more overwhelmed with guilt. But his power has been drained since, he was only able to obey his father's words. Sit next to Mr. Bejo and lean on his father's left arm. Finding a little comfort, it's just that the anger is still reluctant to disappear. He shut his mouth but let a thousand regrets haunt him.
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Rarely, the man with uncertain feelings was traveling the distance from the office to the village, where Niar lived. It took three more hours, without pause, tirelessly driving the car among the density of other road users.
The main thing to think about, Niar must be confused with regret. Predictably if the woman blames herself for an event that is not her fault at all. He began to understand Niar's attitude that was too weak to face the people around him. The woman was not strong enough to resist and rise.
Another thing to think about, did Niar turn resentful after this incident? Though what was done only wanted to give a reply to the injustice done by Sumiati and Nesva, and according to him this is not worth compared to their actions that began from birth until now.
Somehow, he himself did not accept if Niar was treated like that. If Niar is weak, he wants to advance as a shield. But will find distress because the person concerned does not want to be protected.