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65. BU YANTI KIDNAPPER'S SON

"Eh, there's a guest apparently. Come on please, sir. Get in the house first, sit around." Suddenly Mak Asih was already near me, Mak came with Opik. Apparently Opik reported to Mak about the arrival of Mr. Thugs. In addition to Opik, next to Mak there is also Mimbo. Mimbo kiss hands on a Thug.

"Mimbo learn first yes, sir." Mimbo rejoins other children who are still learning to write and read. Come to think of it, I turned out to be defeated by Mimbo. I, who had not known Mr. Thugs for a long time, was so staunchly nurturing my hatred for him. While Mimbo, was able to melt the pride in his heart. Logically, Mimbo should be the most hateful for Mr. Thugs. Because Mimbo has been hurt for years by Mr. Thugs. This isn't even. Mimbo lightly kissed the hand on the man who had done evil to him all this time. Bizarrely. To me it's weird, it's wrong, it shouldn't be.

"Come, Aden, the guest enters first, the guest is left standing outside like this. Poor too, right, come all the way when not told to sit?" Mak reminded. If Mak hadn't told me, maybe I would never have remembered that Mr. Thugs this time was my guest. As the host, I must indeed glorify my guest, that is what my religion teaches me. It turns out that it is true advice that I have heard, that 'never exaggerate anything, because something excessive is not good.' I had too much hatred in my heart for Mr. Thugs, so I had forgotten my duty to glorify my guest.

"Come, Pa. Please come in." My voice is no longer high.

The thugs are following my steps. When he reached the terrace of the house, Mr. Thugs said he wanted to sit on the porch of the house. Mr. Thugs wants to see the sun kids learn. More specifically, want to see Mimbo learn.

Finally I said, me and Randi accompanied Mr. Thugs sitting on the terrace.

Mak Asih and Mak Ucih came out, bringing drinks and snack cakes. Mak also brought a glass of hot coffee and a bottle of bottled drinks for Pak Thugs. A plate of cake is also served Mak in front of Pak Thugs.

"Come, Sir. Please taste the cake." Said Mak.

"Yes, Mom. Thanks." Replied Mr. Thugs, nodding his head at Mak Asih. In my heart, I still grieve. Could be Mr. Thugs was polite, surely it was just action. Kan usually also Mr. Thugs tuh fierce, talk rough, annoying anyway.

Suddenly I remembered Bu Yanti's message. There is a PR from Bu Yanti that I have to solve, which is to investigate the origin of Mimbo. Mr. Thugs is the only key, who knows about the origin of Mimbo. I started thinking, this is his chance. I have to pack my attitude on Mr. Thugs. I had to quell my hatred first, for my mission to succeed.

"Come, Sir. Please drink. Later the coffee hunted cold, not good if you drink cold coffee." I'm feeling stale. Mr. Thugs, according to him, he sipped his coffee.

"The temple too, Pa. Let's eat. Cake made Mak tastes good." Randi was following in a stale manner. Uh, wrong as it seems. Randi is not stale. As I looked at him, his lips smiling, the look on his face also exuded sincerity. If it is just a stale base, usually bright face is not like that. There will still be a difference, the look of the person who speaks with a sincere heart, and the person who speaks only in the mouth but the heart is forced.

Mr. Thugs tasted the cake Mak served. Randi accompanies, participate in eating cakes made by Mak. I myself, can only gulp my drink, even that feels indecent usually.

"By the way can I ask you something, sir?" I started to open up a conversation about Mimbo. The thug who was sipping his coffee back, immediately stretched the distance of the cup with his lips. She's staring. Randi was looking at me.

"What do you want to ask, De?" Mr. Thugs opened up, ready to ask.

"Ask about Mimbo, sir."

"Oh. Can, can." The one I caught, Mr. Thug is a little groggy. His face also turned slightly pale. Either this is just my view, because I didn't like him from the beginning. Or maybe that's how it is.

" This, Sir. Ask about Mimbo's mother." Uhuk, uhuk. Mr. Thug who was drinking, choked a little. He's coughing. I get suspicious, this could be something not right. But it's not true what, I can't guess at all.

"If we may know, where is Mimbo's mother, sir? Who knows, we could take Mimbo to visit his mother." I reasoned. Though he meant to urge Mr. Thugs to tell about his mother Mimbo.

"Mmm, You. I mean, anu." The thugs are starting to stammer. Randi thrust a bottle of drink at Pak Thugs.

"Drink again, sir." Said Randi.

The Thugs are back drinking. He then took a long breath. His eyes looked at the sun children who were studying. His lips suddenly smiled. I was curious, and I became interested in watching the children of the sun. I saw Mimbo standing, reading Kak Agung's writing on the board. Mimbo loudly read 'BABA' 'CACA' 'READ' 'CABA'. Mimbo read over and over again with such confidence. Apparently that's what makes Mr. Thugs smile.

"good. You'll tell me everything, De. Not by any means. All for the sake of Mimbo. Because I love him." I don't understand the words that Mr. Thugs said, it looks like Randi is the same. Kening Randi frowned, she looked at me. I winked at Randi, telling him not to comment first.

The thugs started telling stories, sir,

"The real father of Garut."

"Huh?" Uncommanded me and Randi shouted together. Of course we were surprised. We didn't expect that Garut's Thugs, either.

The Thugs continued the story,

"One time, a few years ago, the father was walking towards the Garut Thunder Terminal. I will be back in Bandung at that time. From the residence of the parents of the father to the terminal approximately thirty minutes walk. Deliberately you walk, to save the money you have. " Randi and I were silent, trying to refrain from commenting.

"On the way from the house to the terminal that the father found Mimbo. You've been trying to find Mimbo's parents, but it didn't work." Randi and I looked at each other. Our suspicions are the same. We suspect Mr. Thugs is the one who kidnapped Mimbo from Bu Yanti's house.

"So Mimbo's not a father's son? And you don't know who Mimbo's birth parents are?" I'm trying to investigate further. Mr. Thug spontaneously keeps an index finger in his mouth.

"Ssttt don't speak out loud, De. Mimbo doesn't know the truth." I reduced the volume of my voice. I thought, pity Mimbo too if he knows the truth now.

"Sorry, Sir. You know we don't trust Dad very much. We can't understand, my father suddenly found Mimbo, which is weird!" My sentence has led to the possibility that Mr. Thugs is the abuser of Bu Yanti's child.