I Love You More
Eps 107 Ten Billion

Mr. Darmais came home from the bank with a trembling body.

For a moment he sat on the porch of his house with a deathly pale face.

He remembered that time at the bank.

The flash back

"Sorry sir there is something I can help you with.?," said the Bank's security.

"Yes sir.I want to print a book and ask if the transfer and funds for me already exist.?.?" said Mr. Darmais while showing his savings book.

"I'm sorry on whose behalf, sir..?."

"Darmais.pak Darmais's.."

"Sit down sir..," the security official took Bank's book and took it to the teller.

"Thank you..," said Mr. Darmais while sitting in a chair that is widely available in the waiting room.

Somewhat long time security officers and some Bank officers chatted while occasionally glancing at Mr. Darmais who was then wearing a family uniform.

"Eh..what is this.tumben only want to print a book complicated, even though the transfer bara one hundred and two hundred million is not like gini..," Mr. Darmais' mind is a little restless.

Yes a few times....The transfer fee of one hundred million, two hundred million to several times is not like this process, so it makes Mr. Darmais a little nervous.

"I'm sorry.with Mr. Darmais.?," said the security officer.

"Yes..my own..what is it..pak..?."

"Can you come with us to the leadership room first sir.?," said the security officer very politely.

Mr. Darmais immediately followed the security officer to the leadership room of the Bank which is quite large.

Inside the room the leader of the Bank had already welcomed him very kindly while standing up.

"Let's take a seat, sorry to make you uncomfortable..," said the Bank's leader.

Mr. Darmais then sat in front of the head of the Bank leadership.

"Sorry sir this is just a procedure that we have to do, because this is not a transfer as usual then we need to ask a statement from Mr. Darmais.."

"Yes.pak..," said Mr. Darmais increasingly pounding.

"I want to ask sir.this is a transfer from where and for what.again sorry sir because the procedure must be this," said the Bank's Leader.

"This is a transfer from my besan sir.because my son and daughter-in-law want to create an independent tourism project based on edupark.so to facilitate the development process besan I transfer some money," sahut pak Darmais as it is.

"Thank you sir for your statement, because from the Bank must also report this to the authorities in this case is PPATK, because the Bank must also report this to the authorities in this case, because the transfer value is far from the numbers usually Mr. Darmais get transferan.," said the officer explained.

Mr. Darmais nodded his head.

"Indeed, how many transfers sir..?" asked Mr. Darmais who was also shocked.

"Ten billion.pak.."

"S.ssepten..mmbilyar.. sir.?," said Mr. Darmais repeated the words of the Bank officer.

"Yes.pak ten billion.."

Flash back Off.

Ms. Romlah still looked at her husband who had just come from the Bank with a pale face and looks trembling.

"What's the matter, sir.?" asked Ms. Romlah to see her husband look weak and trembling.

"Sit down, ma'am" said Mr. Darmais.

"Is there a problem.?," asked Ms. Romlah while bringing closer the rest of Mr. Darmais coffee that was not drunk all this morning.

"Have a drink, sir.."

Mr. Darmais then drank coffee at the goose of his wife.

After a little calm then Mr. Darmais started telling stories.

"Yesterday sir Hendrawan his papa nak Yola called the father, we continued chatting, after chatting he wanted to help the Bara project to be realized and operate immediately.."

"And this morning I checked his transfer whether he had entered yet, the problem is pesen pak Hendrawan if it has been in his transfer father asked to call back to Pak Hendrawan to anticipate if there is anything easy to take care of it." said Mr. Darmais.

"Continue the transfer has not yet entered..? so I panicked.?, guess Miss Romlah.

"Not Ma'am.."

"What makes you panic..?."

"The amount of money transferred by ma'am.."

"How much is that..? until you tremble..," said Ms. Romlah.

"Let's guess..," said Mr. Darmais.

"Hundred million..."

Mr. Darmais shakes.

"Two hundred..? three hundred..? four hundred..?."

"Five hundred million, sir..?."

"Ten billion...Ma'am.," said Mr. Darmais quietly while afraid someone heard.

"A.why.pak..? s.ssepten m.bilyar.?," said Ms. Romlah also tolah not afraid anyone heard her.

Mr. Darmais nodded his head.

"Yes Ma'am.bapak is afraid.if the money makes the father insecure..," said Mr. Darmais weakly.

"Yes.. Protect us.Don't make our eyes dark because of treasure." said Ms. Romlah.

"Aamiin..," said Mr. Darmais.

"Yes, ma'am.bapak did not call Mr. Hendrawan first.."

"Oh.ya sir.tadi Tatik shopping to our shop, he said later in the day to go to the city followed by her husband because Tarjo got a job at the Bara..," said Ms. Romlah.

"Working at Bara.?" asked Mr. Darmais in shock.

Miss Romlah nodded.

"Yes.in the Bara gallery," said the Tatik.

"Mom has Tatik's number..?."

"Mak..why is it..?."

"No why why..who knows we need to ask questions tomorrow Tatik," said Mr. Darmais while standing from his seat.

"Father didn't call Mr. Hendrawan first Ma'am, he was afraid to wait" said Mr. Darmais.

**

By noon Tatik had packed off to the city.

Carrying one bag and one cardboard containing bananas to her husband's order.

"Buddy.. Tatik pamit..," cried Tatik while on his sister's bell.

"Yes ati ati Tik.salam to your husband.and Bara and son Yola yes..."

"Jeh budhe.."

Motor Manto brother Tatik has bolted.

Arriving at Pangkalan Bis Untung his still "ngetem" waiting for passengers.

"Yo wes.le' mbak Tatik did not die Yo.wes Kono mulih ojo kelayapan," expel Tatik to his younger brother Manto.

"Iyo mbak.ati ati Yo mbak." said Manto.

"yes it's home..," Tatik returned to expel his sister.

"Begging sangu mbak..," said Manto cengengesan to his brother.

"Weladalaah.bocah pemblung.ni five thousand.sana go home..," expel Tatik again with a smile to see his sister, because after all Manto is a diligent young man even though sometimes the eyes are twitching.

"Ati ati Yo mbak..," exclaimed Manto while riding his blind motorbike and limping left the bus base.

Reeeenngg.reeeng...

Tatik got on the bus after buying his ticket, then sat in an empty seat.

"Your sister kae mbakyu.?" said one of the bus passengers.

"Let's go..."

"Weiiss.numpak and motor.koyo enome.. Valentino Rossi's..Joss," said the man sitting next to Tatik.

The bus on Tatik had started to leave the base.

Tatik then sent a message to her husband.

'Mas.aku wes died..'

Ting

the message sent and read Tarjo who was still resting made a garden, sleeping under a banyan tree beside a shady gallery.

'Let's go.ati ati.mas Tarjo kangen Kowe Tik..'

'Yen wes press my city terminal in kabari.'

Two direct messages Tarjo sent while smiling his own smile like a bloated person, understandably only wear knee-length pants T-shirt torn and lying under a tree beside his garden project.

From afar Om Jhon just a head bobble..

"Well.edan..," he murmured with a happy smile as if to get entertainment.

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