Grudge from Paralyzed Husband
Chapter 7

PoV 3 (Pov Author )

"That's Azwar's request. He doesn't want to meet you. Because Azwar doesn't think of you as his mother anymore, since he left the house 10 years ago ..." 

'This man, not just anyone. Seen from his words, he shrewdly played no tick.' Madam Puspa looked at the man sharply.

"Don't you already drive him away from home and cut off the mother-daughter relationship with Azwar? Even during these 10 years, even if you never come even if just to see him,"

Madam Puspa was silent, not a word was able to come out of her thin lips. His heart hesitated, should he confess that Azwar is currently with him and expose all the lies of the man?

But on the other hand, his wits weigh, if he speaks honestly then all can turn around and attack him, considering the man in front of him is very good at twisting words.

Wrong, it is Azwar's life that will be threatened.

"Did I say something wrong, Madam?" A triumphant smile was engraved on the boy named Bram.

"Your words are not wrong. I had a problem with my son, and our relationship has been strained for years. But ...,"

"But you talk as if your relationship with your child is fine." Bram smiled more and more.

"I don't know what brought you here. But please, don't slander my son, Rahma, and turn the situation around like he's the one who's doing evil here."

"Is that right?" said a citizen.

"Oh, it's only fitting that I never saw Azwar's family come to visit. It turns out Azwar's relationship with his family is not good." As for other citizens.

"I understand, ma'am, if you don't like my son. But what to do with slandering her like this?" Bram was increasingly trying to point the spearhead at Madame Puspa. He turned everything around, and bestowed all the blame on the middle-aged woman.

"I, slandering your son? Wh-wh-what for? It's ridiculous." Madam Puspa began to be provoked by emotions. But he kept trying to control himself.

"If it's a problem, only you with God know." Bram threw a smile full of ridicule.

"It doesn't make sense! I just want to meet my son who I haven't seen in 10 years. I don't know about the problems that are happening to your child. So don't try to throw the blame at me!" Madam Puspa spoke loudly. He continued to stare at Bram sharply as if wanting to pounce on him.

"really? But why do I feel like everything is so coincidental." Bram kept pressing Madame Puspa.

"What coincidence? Why don't you ask the citizen who first got the proof of the photo, before throwing the charges at me!" Mrs Puspa looked at the residents who first showed a photo of proof of Rahma and Nandar's marriage.

"I don't know this lady" said the resident half-shouting.

"Who knows if you've conspired." Bram shrugged his shoulders.

Madame Puspa squeezed her hand strong. His heart was so arrogant and annoyed to see the man in front of him continue to lick his tongue.

"How about this, Mr RT? I'm so confused."

"Yes. Why did it go like this anyway?"

"So who's wrong here? Rahma or the Madam?"

People were heard and kept whispering to each other.

"He lied ...!" The screaming sound of a girl shrieked, breaking the boisterous atmosphere in the village hall.

"Sir Azwar .., Azwar's brother was not in the pesantren. All this time they locked Kak Azwar in a narrow contract on the edge of the city.  They're torturing him." The girl spoke with a trembling voice. It seemed as if the girl was holding back a burning anger.

"Who are you?" Mr. RT asked slowly. Dumbness adorned the face of the czech man.

"I .., I am Rahma's younger brother." 

Not only residents, Mrs Puspa was silent, trying to digest everything that was happening in front of her eyes at this time.

"Sister Rahma did marry Siri to the man. The photo was the original photo of their wedding, not the one that was made to surprise Azwar."

"Don't worry about you, Saints! Papa knows you're harboring heartache on your brother, but you don't have to slander him like this!" Bram shouted at the woman called Holy.

His eyes were red, like holding back anger. Bram's face was agitated, like something was worrying him.

"That's not slander! I have a witness!" The saint turned around, then walked towards the back. The girl approached a pickup truck, then pulled someone out of the car.

Bram was very surprised, as were Rahma and Nandar. The faces of the three of them, turned deathly pale.

"Why is that possible ..," whispered Rahma quietly.

"He was a key witness of the series marriage that Kak Rahma had done with the man ..." The index finger of the Holy One is pointed towards Nandar.

'This man ...' Madam Puspa whispered inwardly.

"So they really have married siri? So outrageous!" Shouted a citizen.

"really. I could have sworn that they were actually having a wedding. The photo is real." Suci looked at Papa and his Brother full of hate.

"Ask this man." The saint pushed a man who was beside him.

"Quickly tell them all what Rahma, Papa and the man have done to Azwar!" The saint shouted, giving orders to the man.

"Sa-I don't know anything" the man replied quietly.

"Sa-maya .. was only ordered by Mr. Bram to be a false ruler in his son's marriage. I swear, I don't know anything." The man squealed.

"Badrun .. how dare you!" Bram squealing.

"Yes, the man's face is in this photo. Exactly the same with the ruler who married them,"

"Excession! So the man lied to defend his son?"

Madam Puspa smiled. Although he did not know who and where the girl came from, but at least his presence was very helpful to his current situation.

"Sorry, we should take this matter to the authorities. Because it's not a matter of infidelity alone, but it's been entered into public deception." RT gave us a solution.

"No! Please don't take us to the police station. We beg!" Rahma roared, while resting on the floor.

Bram seemed to rub his face violently several times, while Nandar just sat down while continuing to look down.

"Wait!" Madam Puspa shouted. His brain worked hard, trying to forgive the situation to add accusations to the three people.

"Tell me where you hid my son, Azwar! You must have locked it somewhere! Tell me, where's my son!" Madame Puspa pulled the collar of Bram's shirt, and stared at him fiercely.

*****

"Ehm .. um ..." Azwar looked at Mr. Robi, trying to ask using his language about the plans they had made.

"Relax, Sir. Everything went according to plan. Rahma and her Papa, won't be able to twitch anymore." 

Azwar tried to smile, even though the lips of his feet were very difficult to move.

'I will not let you win, Rahma. I will find a thousand ways to take revenge and destroy you. I'll unmask you, and I'll expose every crime you've ever committed." Azwar.