I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
32. An eye for an eye
An eye for an eye
(Eye in the eye)
Author, pov
Around seven o'clock Caraka went up to the 16th floor where the sky dining restaurant was located. Restaurants with indoor and outdoor themes that have always been a favorite place for seekers of comfort and luxury and romantic atmosphere. He walked towards the outdoor area where a sixty-year-old man was sitting in conversation with Rudi Mahesa.
A man of obvious luxury with a gold chain necklace that was more than a finger. Eight of his ten fingers were filled by gold rings and large rusty diamonds, not to miss the gold chain bracelet and also the expensive watch that coiled around his wrist.
Look nyentric? Indeed yes, it is a characteristic of Hadian Izam Noor. An eccentric man was around sixty years old, with three wives and a treasure that could make people gape.
“This is it, Caraka Mahesa!” hadian exclaimed when he saw Caraka walking closer to those who were sitting enjoying drinks and cigars.
“How are you, Om? Sorry I'm a little late.” Caraka said she was sitting next to Rudi Mahesa.
“Less so good, and you know for yourself know why?”
Caraka smiled as she nodded.
“I am so sorry. I don't know if baj .. sorry, he's a son, Om.”
“Hahaha ... it's okay, he's a jerk indeed.”
Caraka smiled obliquely at Hadian who admitted his son was a jerk.
“So, that woman is your new lover?”
“More precisely .. my future wife.”
Hadian was surprised to hear Caraka's reply, he looked at Rudi Mahesa who was just smiling while enjoying his drink under the night sky, and the view of Jakarta city at a height.
“Not ...you and his son Andi Santoso?”
“The matchmaking was cancelled,” replied Rudi Mahesa casually. “Kids today seem to no longer want to listen to their parents, let alone the problem of matchmaking.”
“That heart problem cannot be forced,” Caraka said with a smile.
“Cih! We are men.” Hadian grieved hearing Caraka's words. “You stay married to his son Andi Santoso, and make the receptionist your mistress. Easy right?!”
Caraka's hardened face held back anger, now he knew where Ferdi's jerk attitude was going down from. The fruit fell not far from the tree. This father and son are both assholes.
“Hahaha .. My children are exactly like their father. We are the loyal type of man,” said Rudi Mahesa while laughing to make Hadian snort. Under the table Rudi Mahesa's hand patted Caraka's leg telling her to hold back her emotions. “And we will do anything to protect the women we love.” Rudi Mahesa's voice now turned serious, there was a acaman in his words that made Hadian now speechless.
Hadian cleared his throat, then gulped his stomach.
“It looks like my son has chosen the wrong woman this time.”
“Very wrong, because I won't let go of it just like that.”
There was silence after hearing Caraka's words, there was anger that was clearly implied from the sentence he said, also from the look in Hadian's eyes that felt slighted by Caraka who he considered as a child yesterday afternoon.
“In fact if that person is not your son, I will not interfere in Caraka's affairs. But since that person is your son, I asked my son to hold back a little.” Rudi Mahesa sipped her drink before returning to say, “I even asked her to tackle the news spread on the internet.” Rudi Mahesa said with a calm voice in control as usual.
In contrast to Hadian who even frowned hearing the words of his business partner.
“News on internet?”
“Iya, he did it in public, so many witnessed how he did ... abuse,” Caraka said emotionally in light of the incident that befell Kirana.
“I tried to hold back that news from coming to the surface because I knew what would happen if they found out the identity of the abuser was your son. You know, social sanctions are scarier than prison sentences. But we also both know what happens in prison against sexual offenders.”
Hadian silently swallowed his saliva. Of course he knew what would happen if word spread of his son being harassed in public. The good name he had been guarding all this time would be ruined. Although he himself is not a clean person, but all this time he has always played safe until his name is respected enough, but now it is threatened to be destroyed if it spreads to the wider community. Likewise with the security of Ferdi, in the prison perpetrators of sexual crimes will get special treatment from other prison inmates. Moreover, there was Mahesa behind everything, then he would be difficult to help Ferdi if he were to go to jail.
Not just this once he settled his children's problems, and usually all could be done with money. But when dealing with Rudi Mahesa, money will not apply, what else seems like the girl has her own place in the Mahesa family. It seems like this time Hadian Izam Noor has to admit his defeat.
“Jadi ... what should I do for you to free Ferdi?”
Big Boss fell silent, he shrugged then looked at Caraka, letting his son make up his mind. Caraka was silent for a while before she finally looked at Hadian's eyes in earnest.
“Mata reciprocated eyes.” One sentence from Caraka is enough to make Rudi Mahesa smile proudly, while the jaw of Hadian looks hardened.
Damnit damnit! Hadian cursed inwardly realizing that his son had actually made a fatal mistake this time.
***
Ferdi and Marcel were sitting in prison on thin mats. But it's better because they got their own cells not having to cram in with the rest. They've been in jail longer than expected, their lawyers failed to get a hold-up permit, but at least they can still enjoy a little luxury inside here. The cell itself, when night officers would bring them pillows and blankets, differed from food with other prisoners. Money talk .. when money talks then all is safely under control.
But no matter how much comfort they felt there, the sense of wanting to get out of the prisoners was huge. And the opportunity finally came when a guard came to open the cell door.
“You are free,” he said making Ferdi and Marcel smile while standing up.
“It's time.”
They walked outside confidently without the slightest guilt. Breezed freely leaving the police station, leaving all administrative matters into the hands of his lawyer.
Not just this once he did something like this, but everything was always under control. This might be the first time she had to stay a little longer in prison, but she knew there was nothing that could not be done when Hadian Izam Noor intervened directly.
But this time he was wrong. Hadian Izam Noor could do nothing but give up on Caraka's wish for the man to drop the charges against Ferdi.
“Goblok!”
A floating glass greeted his arrival when he had just opened the door. Fresh blood came out from the temple, his eyes gasping at his father who was standing with a red face extinguished.
“What's that ikam brain (What's that stuff of your brain), huh?!”
The golf stick hit his body several times trying to survive, although his facial expression depicted extreme pain, but Ferdi could only be speechless accepting his father's tantrums because he knew when he fought then it was the end of his life.
“What are you thinking, huh!” A hard blow now landed on his jaw until Ferdi's body staggered a little more powerless to withstand his father's rage, but he quickly returned to his feet not wanting to look weak in front of his father, but quickly returned to his feet, which will only get more angry.
“Know Ikam sapa binian to? (You know who that woman is?)” Hadian clutched Ferdi's collar until it was slightly strangled, ignoring the reddened face of his son almost out of breath. “Ikam (you) know?!” His eyes bulged, his jaws hardened, the veins on his temple bulged outward restraining anger.
“He's a Mahesa!” snarl. “You hear? He's Mahesa!” Hadian shouted while pushing Ferdi to stagger back who immediately coughed and inhaled the air greedily.
“Do you want to die, dare to touch a Mahesa!” Hadian shouted again while throwing a vase of flowers on the table. “Use brain ikam gasan thought! (Use your brain to think)”
The mahesa? Ferdi furrowed his brows thinking. How could the receptionist be a Mahesa? Damnit damnit! He should have realized something was wrong when he was in jail for quite a long time.
Hadian is now sitting on the sofa, his chest up and down with hunting breath, his nose kempis, his eyes giddy looking at Ferdi who is still standing with wounds on his face and body.
Although his emotions were not as difficult as earlier, but the remnants of anger were still clearly plastered on the face of Hadian Izam Noor, the Sultan of Borneo. He did not accept having to lose to Caraka Mahesa, who he considered a snot boy, but look at the boy who had dared to fight him for the sake of a woman. And he admits he lost because of his son's stupidity.
He thought he could persuade Caraka with investment, but Caraka turned him down outright, even this time Rudi Mahesa supported his son. For Mahesa, self-esteem and family honor are above everything else, but Ferdi has dared to smear one of them so it is very natural that the Mahesa family is angry.
It was fortunate that he could still persuade them to release Ferdi and muffle the news that would be widely circulated.
“Done your belongings and come home to Kalimantan.”
Ferdi was in disbelief when he heard his father's words.
“Pah!”
“I have promised to punish you personally.”
Ferdi was able to understand the meaning of punishing personally. And it's more horrible than having to go to jail.
“But how is it possible, Papah just took their request for granted?”
"You think I'm just quiet!" Hadian raised his voice again, making Ferdi close his mouth tightly. "Because of your behavior, I lost my pride by pleading with them to let you go! And you said I was just quiet!"
This time the ashtrays that floated hit Ferdi's body, and ended up breaking into pieces scattered on the floor with broken glass and a vase of flowers.
"You are destroying the dignity and honor of a Mahesha, and I am paying her at the expense of my dignity and honor." Hadian looked at Ferdi. "The eye was returned, that's what the boy told me ... Caraka Mahesa."
Ferdi could only look down not daring to look at his father who was again seen trying to calm down. This time he really made a mistake. His father had been famous for never bowing his head and pleading to anyone, but now seeing the anger that really erupted made Ferdi know that his father's pride and honor had been really hurt, and the cause is his own stupidity.
“Sabarataan ni because of ikam sorang. Ikam nang must be responsible (This is all because of your own actions. You must be responsible).”
Hadian knew Mahesa's intention to ask him to expel Ferdi from Jakarta. Eyes in the eyes. Ferdi had destroyed something precious to the Mahesha family, then they would take something precious to Ferdi. His freedom, as well as all the facilities he had enjoyed all this time.
By living in Kalimantan under the direct supervision of Hadian, and taking all of his luxury facilities in Jakarta it makes Ferdi feel more desperate than in prison, but still got Hadian's help.
It was another price that Ferdi had to pay, in addition to the dignity and honor of his family that had been destroyed in front of the Mahesa family.
Unable to resist, though angrily Ferdi followed his father's orders. He was ready to come with his father back to Kalimantan. But for the last time he walked to the garage where his collection of luxury cars, he wanted to see his favorite Lamborghini Aventador car that had just finished customized the interior, as well as modifications in some parts. Not a little money spent to make the supercar into a car pride. It seems that he has been driving the supercar on the streets of the Capital City, it will definitely be extraordinary. But all must be delayed because of someone named Mahesa.
Some months! Yes, Ferdi will only stay in Kalimantan for a few months, so he only has to be patient for that long by taking his father's trust again in order to return to Jakarta as soon as possible and be able to show off the car, made everyone envious and returned to his sparkling life.
While he lives in Borneo, Ferdi will tell his confidants to take care of his beloved cars. But when he opened the car garage door as soon as his body froze, his eyes were round, his mouth gaping to see his favorite car had now been shapelessly destroyed.
The glass and the lamp are broken, the paint is full of scratches sharp objects, and the body has been severely dented by blunt objects, with colorful pilox graffiti filling most of the vehicle's body which makes it look severe. Even the interior custom that he was proud of seemed to be a victim of rampage. Expensive leather seats now look like rombeng cloth because of slashed, audio equipment was also destroyed. Ferdi's chest was up and down, his breathing was hunting, his body was even as if it was freezing looking at the scene before him.
Not just one, but all three collections of Ferdi's favorite cars now have the same fate. Luxury car garage now no doubt garage car wreck.
A large piece of writing filled one part of the garage wall like graffiti, only it was not as beautiful as the graffiti on the streets. His body trembled, his jaw instantly hardened reading his writing, before he finally shouted, roaring like an angry lion.
An aye for an eye.
Mahesa
This time he knew that he had really dealt with the wrong person.
*****
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Thank you very much to Ms. Sami who has kindly translated into Banjar ... tarima kasih Mbak Sami 😘😘 is also a naughty old boy a.k.a Emak a thousand islands Ceu Renitha who has helped find the typical name of Banjar, Banjar, hatur nohun ceu 😘😘 for Denia who has helped find the right idiom for chapter 30, matur nuwun, Mbak Nia 😘😘 for citizens in the middle of nowhere who always floats pots, slippers, sandals, also barbell if demo, tp make the day more colorful, thank you 😘😘😘 And make everything that is still at home, anteng until now read the story of the Kakang ... thank you very much everything 😍😍😘😘 oh yes, it looks like this story will be a little longer than the previous story, not really long anyway, not to hundreds ... easy"an smoothly writing process jd insyaallah can be up every day, aamiin.
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