JUST FRACTURE
CHAPTER 18

Almost midnight, when Mr. Herlan received a telepho from his daughter, crying

"I raided the citizens, Dad. With Bang Subarkah at his house "

The sound of his son's voice across his mobile phone accompanied by sobs and the noise of people talking behind him.

"Bang Subarkah and I were accused of adultery.."

He said again, then Mr. Herlan was told to come immediately by being told to write down the address where they are currently, after which the phone was cut off.

"Who it is, Dad. How do you look panicked?"

Mr. Herlan's wife apparently woke up, then sat on the side of the bed and then listened to her husband describe what happened to his son Nenti.

"Now, wake up Komar. We're leaving now."

Si Komar is the private driver of Mr. Herlan, a bachelor who sleeps in a velt bed, in the garage.

They left three. Along the way he thought, how his son could be with Subarkah

"Don't don't don't...." Mr. Herlan remembered the conversation with his son when he asked for some money

"Now you're sitting sweet, let me take care of it myself..."

That's what Nenti said. He was worried that this incident was just a subterfuge to get Subarkah? Then he remembered Mr. Subrata, his parents Subarkah. The person he once destroyed his business but later, he was also the savior of his company from bankruptcy. Then he decided, telling his partner. He called her many times and then connected.

"Yes, Sir. I am leaving tonight too. Thank you "

That was the last conversation with Mr. Subrata.

by telphon. Mr. Herlan was a little relieved, he hoped that this incident would have no effect on Mr. Subrata's attitude to him.

Meanwhile, Mr. Subrata, after receiving the news immediately called Subarkah. But not connected because some tried, still heard only the word mail box from the operator. Then he telephoned his company's lawyers. Impressed the incident that happened to his son, he asked for the address of the incident.

"Father go first, I'll catch up"

He said across the phone. After that, Pak Subrata with his wife also immediately departed with his driver. His wife could not come along, afraid to make this problem widen. Mr. Subarkah knows very well when it comes to his son, his wife is sure to put his feelings first, his emotions weighed to find out the real events using his logical reasoning.

At dawn, Mr. Subrata arrived at his son's place. Mr. Herlan and his wife were already there, they arrived early. But can't do anything. Two or three people who are guarding the house, can not find Nenti or Subarkah

"Waitu Ustadz Mansur and village officials and figures, then the fathers can meet him "

As he said and the morning was right, there were about twenty people coming, followed by another group behind.

"Thank you for coming, we just wanted to make sure, that girl was a girl or had a husband. Now it's answered that she's still a girl"

After greeting each other, Ustadz Mansur began to speak on behalf of dozens of residents who had gathered there.

"This incident for us here has been called a disgraceful rhetoric, which would make us a great sin if left unchecked, and can only be freed by forcing them to marry siri, here."

Mr. Mansur was silent for a while, then stood up to silence some of the screaming residents

" Right, right ! Then get them out of here !" They say. Then it was silent after Ustadz Mansur and the head of the hamlet told them to shut up.

A moment later the series wedding was done, after it was finished, then Nenti was taken home by his parents, the residents also gradually disbanded, only Pak Subrata still stayed, talking to Mang Karya, Mang Karya, who will be responsible for replacing Subarkah as long as he is brought home.

"Mother, Broken "

Mang Karya mentioned a name, which was then explained to Pak Subrata, who is Patimah, that the largest shareholder in the company by using ten hectares of land that has been mostly used.

"Can I meet now ?" Mr. Subrata said

"Don't know, but what I heard, Ibu Patimah was taking training on the farm, at least later in the afternoon I followed to his house " said Mang Karya.

"To this day, God willing I can handle it, sir "

Mang Karya's answer was enough to calm Mr. Subrata. Only he wondered what Patimah was like, because Subarkah had never mentioned or alluded to that name. From his name, he suspected he was a rich local, middle-aged, chatty, maybe a widow who wanted to plant such a large stock, because of interest in her son alone.

Mr. Subrata then left, carrying his son who was sitting in the middle seat while continuing to shake his head.

On the other hand, today Patimah is not going anywhere, just this morning he went on the show Amir who is now his personal driver, paid a monthly salary, paid a monthly salary, bought some clothes for everyday life to accompany Patimah to do official activities.

Break pilgrimage grave to his father's tomb first. After that, we went to the grave of her husband. There he prayed for a long time, begging Robbnya to keep the spirit of the man who had raised the degree of his life, from the heat of the fire of hell and put him in heaven.

Without any more tears, because in the end he had to cling to his religion which forbade him to be sad for a long time. Just these last few times, for whatever reason, he liked to write something specifically written for the man and put it in his grave, overlaid with bricks before he left the burial site.

--- Honey, if I ever get a replacement for another man's body in my life, don't be angry, because you're always there in my deepest heart until my body will disappear from the mortality of the world. Thank you, dear.because you once made me smile, angry, desperate and happy even for a moment.-------.

"Kang, what are you doing now"

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"Six months ? "

"Yes, Sir. Four to six months"

Mr. Subrata was flabbergasted to hear a plainclothes police statement examining him.

"Our lab has not been able to diagnose, how much, someone who uses drugs with the risk of motor changes of the brain to his organs as requested by the father through the father's lawyer "

Mr. Subrata only mangosteen heard further information from who examined it.

"Like blood DNA testing, it's not as easy as it is now. We used to have to check out the Australian Police Forensics Laboratory."

Mr. Subrata, that day did not go straight home, the results of the conversation with his lawyer was decided to take Subarkah to a special hospital for drug treatment. He left Subarkah under medical supervision there. While he and his lawyer directly police headquarters, coordination with drug officers and the general criminal field.

Finally made the report there, after completion, shortly two officers asked to see the state of Subarkah hospital.

Arriving at the place where Subarkah was treated, the police were just observing, with a long time, occasionally talking slowly with the lawyer Mr. Subarkah.

"If I heard the story earlier, that the patient has not slept until now, I saw it because the patient consumed excessive doping substances as usual contained in drugs such as ecstasy. But if you see the lips are swollen eyes, and the reaction of the eyeball is slow like the patient consumes also a lot of addictive substances, so that more patients also hallucinate, so the patient is more, as usual, people have been smoking marijuana in large quantities ,"

At the end of the observation, the officer gave a brief overview of the condition of the Subarkah.

"How long, this condition is crocheting, sir ,?" Mr. Subarkah heard his lawyer ask.

"Depending on the condition of the patient, there are a day, two days, some even a week.

That's called over dosage or OD in people's terms now. Then, the patient just take it home, before he realized and then chat with other patients. Fear influenced. Take care at home, there is also nothing that can be done medically really ?"

That's the end of Mr. Subrata's conversation with the police officer. He followed his advice to bring Subarkah home.

In other places, Nenti, briefly, intermittently smiled, he was happy, the plan worked perfectly, to this day his heart flowered over his new status, becoming the wife of a man he had so long adored. Subarkah, the big tall man with his stocky hands, from today also belongs entirely to him. Tomorrow he'll meet her, hold her all night, as long as he wants.

"My dear, I am a female wolf, a little bit of a living creature in the world, who passed on the clan of future sons of the makhota to my will not be you. Your sturdy body, your capable face is not balanced with your weaknesses that uphold ethics !"

Nenti now replaced the smileman with a loose laugh.

"Look at my reply now, Bang, for the multiple time-delayments, the multiple times of my love rejection. I swear I'll bring you to my knees at my feet, begging for my love !"

This time, Nenti showed a cynical face, a million plans had filled his head and the devil was so good at nurturing him by giving him the cleverness to make snares, so that others could easily be trapped, in the fulfillment of all the desires that fill the soul of Nenti.

While Mr. Herlan, think differently. Although seeing Mr. Subrata seems fine, still he was worried that one day suddenly changed, if it happened, then it was finished, his company that he started since he was a child, he said, then big as it is now,

Suddenly had to collapse because of the actions of his daughter.

So he again called Mr. Subrata, he wanted to talk more, if the marriage of his daughter's series with Subarkah, his son Mr. Subrata said never happened, he would accept it. But the phone up to several times, not lifted, made Mr. Herlan so anxious. He then knocked on his son's door

"Dad asked, what exactly is the incident like ?"

After the door opened, he pulled hard the hand of Nenti, his son, told him to sit on the sofa.

"What else is there to tell ? Was last night clear? " Nenti answered loudly, he did not change his attitude in front of his father at all.

"How can you be with Subarkah, while you're normal and she looks unconscious and drunk ?"

"What do you care about dad ? That's my way of getting the guy I like? Or did you protest because this should be a father's job, pleasing his son ? A father who is not good takes care of it !! "

Nenti, last said that with a snapping tone. Then he stood with his eyes, walked again towards the room and when his hand was captured by Mr. Herlan, the hand he patted hard.

"Here you are, don't take care of me anymore, take care of yourself ' "

Nenti locked the door, leaving his father sitting glued. He regretted having let his son be educated with money, hardly ever being shown which way was wrong and which way was right. He was like himself yesterday, putting money more than anything. Now his son, like a fruit, fell not far from the tree. If time were to turn back, he would take his son to the nearest madrassa and njai, studying religion and praying as he would. Mr. Herlan went to the bathroom, he tried ablution, but he forgot the sequence and forgot the reading. But he also kept doing it. He prayed for the first one again, after decades he left

Beyond the night crept in the dark, reaching for the stars at the height of the sky, twisting them into a small light in a room where a middle-aged man, prostrating and weeping on a prayer mat, fell, ask forgiveness and the opportunity to repent, to improve his relationship with his Lord.

"La haula walaquwata ila billa ,"

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