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THE LANDLORD

Once a new white Toyota Hilux car with the top variant type will enter the yard of the house owned by Juragan Ibrahim and Arif Rahman Family who are in one area, Wisnu, men the same age of Arif Rahman who is a neighbor in front of their house who first noticed with the presence of the car seemed to immediately slowly elbow the arm of Arif Rahman who stood next to him while whispering.

"Sir Arif, it's like his son-in-law's coming ..."

Arif Rahman raised his face towards what Vishnu meant.

The man had said that he and his wife were waiting for the arrival of the son-in-law who planned to leave the next day.

Sure enough, the appearance of the exact same car with the car that Biyan boarded three days ago is now almost stopped right in front of the house of Arif Rahman painted light green.

"Right, Wis, it's my son-in-law. Excuse me well, I stay a while .." said Arif Rahman with a slow tone of voice accompanied by his face that resolute as cringe.

Vishnu nodded and gave way, while other residents who seemed to understand, helped unravel a little gap for Arif Rahman to be free from the crowd of citizens who ranged from twenty people.

Arif Rahman's steps rushed swinging towards his own house, where right in front of the car carrying the son-in-law had been parked sweetly.

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"Rpa ... Mr. Biyan ... Awake, Sir ... We are nyampe ..."

Biyan instantly blinked her eyes a few times, as soon as she found her shoulder being shaken slowly.

"What, Don? Wasn't nyampe?" biyan asked towards Doni, trying to straighten her back.

"Yes, sir, we're in front of Mr. Arif's house ..."

A pair of eyes Biyan who still feels a bit looks squeaking when watching the scenery presented in front of his eyes, through the car glass.

"Well, this is again on the rame-rame what the hell is it, Don ...?" biyan asked with furrowed eyebrows, watching the community on the porch of Juragan Ibrahim's house, which was because the house was next to the house of his father-in-law, then the gathering of these people also looks real in plain sight.

"Don't know, sir, it's like something's going on until the people get together like that." said Doni, with two shoulders raised.

The sight of the figure of his father-in-law who emerged from the crowd of residents who crowded the terrace of Juragan Ibrahim's house made Biyan immediately open the car door next to him.

Without waiting any longer Biyan rushed down, coinciding with the father-in-law who greeted his arrival with a smile spread.

"Just arrived, Yan?"

"Yes, Dad." nodded Biyan as he reached out to greet the in-laws as was his custom from the beginning.

Doni who came down with Biyan also did the same thing, namely greeting the father-in-law of the big boss with a reverence.

"Sir Biyan, I think I want to go straight back, so not kemaleman on the road .." said Doni towards Biyan.

"Don't drink or have lunch first, Don?"

Doni seemed to shake his head. "Actually before leaving here I had lunch first, sir ..."

"So you want to go back now?" biyan asked again as if she wanted to make sure.

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, already. But tomorrow don't be late, Don." said Biyan again, reminding Doni that the man should not be late to deliver himself to the airport.

"Ready, Sir. Nine o'clock in the morning, right, sir?"

Biyan nodded.

"Sir Arif, I'm saying goodbye, sir ..."

Arif Rahman nodded in response to Doni's saying. "Be careful on the street, Don .." added the man later.

"Yes, sir, thank you." replied Doni who eventually turned around and returned to the car he was driving, the actual car is an operational vehicle that Biyan deliberately prepared for the smooth mobilization in the work, which he can also use when he came to visit.

"Let's go in .." take Arif Rahman while embracing Biyan's shoulder as usual, as soon as the white Toyota Hilux driven by Doni out of the yard area and disappear from view.

"Mother is next door. Sit down, Yan, I want to call Mom to make coffee and prepare food for you ..."

"Egh, no need, Dad. If the problem of coffee I can make my own, eat can also take it myself, will stay take at the dinner table, do not need to repotin Mother for trivial things like that ..."

"But ..."

"Udah, Dad. Don't have. From now on there is no need to bother so, if only small things like that I'm used to doing myself ..."

In the end, Arif Rahman stopped stepping, because Biyan who insisted forbid him to call his wife who was still in the house of Juragan Ibrahim.

"Well, that's a rame-rame in Juragan Ibrahim's house again what the hell is it?" biyan asked as soon as Arif Rahman threw his body on the living room sofa, right opposite Biyan who had already thrown his body on the same sofa..

Biyan did feel unable to hold back her curiosity, when she recalled the faces of the residents who were entirely filled with an aura of tension.

"Hhhh ..."

A heavy gasp of Arif Rahman was heard before the man decided to recount the matter at the house next door.

"It's a pity, Yan, the family of Juragan Ibrahim at this time as if being hit by a calamity alternately ..."

Both of Biyan's eyebrows are real, but he chose not to refute first for the smooth explanation of the father-in-law.

"Early from Haris who disappeared since being discovered had impregnated a girl, as a result of Juragan Ibrahim who had been in his health condition down and up again made a shock because of the arrival of the girl with her brother, who had been pregnant, who came berserk to hold Haris accountable ..."

Biyan who heard the opening sentence from Arif Rahman was shocked.

Although the truth about Haris' mistake in a girl he already knew from the beginning, but realized that Haris had not taken a step forward on the matter made Biyan inexhaustible.

"At the time of the incident the whole village was made a scene, Yan. But unfortunately, finding the incident, instead of being happy to solve all the problems and admit all the mistakes, Haris was even afraid and chose to hide. Sontak aja the girl's family is getting angry, do not accept with Haris' attitude that is not gentleman, so they also report Haris to the authorities."

Biyan was seen shaking his head many times, but there was not a word from his mouth that intended to refute Arif Rahman's sentence.

"Well, today, after knowing his father was allowed to go home by the hospital, it turns out that Haris secretly intends to go home, and intends to see the condition of his father. The reason is, suddenly a few policemen came and then immediately arrested Haris ..."

"So now Haris has been arrested by the police?" concluded Biyan who was shocked half-dead to hear the words of Arif Rahman who told a tragic end, the fruit of the cowardice of a Haris who could not even be responsible for the mistakes he made himself.

"Yes, Yan, it happened even just now, about five minutes before you came."

"Gosh ..."

"The question is, when Haris was about to be arrested did a fierce fight to the officers, plus the Juragan's wife was also hysterical and insisted not want the child alone puppet brought. The commotion that occurred finally invited the arrival of the surrounding residents so that the situation increasingly heated up. The two sides have been at odds, so a police officer was even determined to throw a shot into the air to control the situation and conditions of the citizens who began to be provoked by emotions to help defend Haris from being held by the Police ..."

For the umpteenth time Biyan was stunned, inexhaustible thought why the incident could be so stressful.

"We shouldn't be able to fight such officers, Dad, especially if they have official arrest warrants ..."

"They have a formal letter, Yan ..."

"Well, if it is like that then why do people still want to act like that ...? The situation is also clear. Kan kasian also if the citizens must endanger themselves against the officers. How do you try until something unwanted happens ...?"

Arif Rahman seemed to nod, unwillingly to join in justifying the words of the son-in-law.

"Yes ... How else, Yan, maybe because the villagers are still classified as people who like to shoulder to shoulder in everything. Moreover, Juragan Ibrahim is a person who can be said to be quite distinguished. Many residents who depend on their lives by working on land owned by Juragan Ibrahim, so by itself the citizens here are also called to defend ..."

Biyan. In his heart he also agreed with what Arif Rahman had just said, because in fact Ayu also told me a little about who the family of Juragan Ibrahim and his position in the eyes of the community.

No wonder it feels that the residents including the Ayu family seem very obedient and loyal to the family of Juragan Ibrahim, the landlord who is quite powerful and respected in this small village ...

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