Love For My Sad Boy
Chapter 50. Bright Point

Bruk!

The main door of the house was slammed violently by Faris. He came out wearing his denim jacket, leaving a house full of selfishness. Even this is still morning, but they have debated a question that should be very easy to answer by parents who really love their children, thought Faris.

A middle-aged woman wearing an office suit came out chasing Faris.

"Faris, stop! Faris, with Denger Mama! You can't be so selfish, dong! My mom did all of that for your future! You should thank me in a way that works. Or at least with our same! Faris, with Mama! Faris!"

The advised even drove his motorbike at high speed out of the yard of the house and drove on the morning streets were quite crowded. Heading to a school that may not have come much yet.

"Good, that kid!" via-mama Faris-who re-entered her home shook her head in frustration.

Faris drove at high speed to school. Without remembering someone he should have picked up as usual. What was now in his heart was the fist samsak that was inside the martial arts room of his school. He needed an outburst of anger before the lesson began.

***

Time has shown at 7:10 am when Arkan boarded the online motorcycle he ordered from the apartment. He condemned his stupidity that even forgot the time at breakfast with Silva until the time of his school admission was affected. He will certainly be late if at the intersection hit by traffic jams. Indeed yes, it is true that people say, love can make people forget themselves, forget time, forget everything. He just wants to spend time alone with loved ones. Huh! Arkan became his own smile as suddenly a shadow as Silva blushed in his mind.

Stop thinking about love! Arkan has to focus on the streets if he doesn't want to get the wrong address. Yes even though the application has the intended address, but often there is an online taxi that takes passengers to the wrong address. So, to avoid such bad events, it is better for Arkan to focus only.

At that moment, he saw a girl in the same uniform as him but her attributes were different. Looks like a new classmate this year has just entered. The girl was standing on the sidewalk in front of the cake shop, standing restlessly while making a frown, like she was waiting for someone.

"Sir, sir, stop first, sir!" Arkan patted the driver's shoulder online. They stopped a few steps from the girl.

Arkan got off the bike and approached the girl. "You're Permata Bangsa High School boy, right?" arkan asked, making the girl look at him and nod.

"Yes, Brother."

"For what? It was noon, and the bell came in. Who are you waiting for?"

"I'm waiting for my friend who used to pick me up, brother. Usually it's half past seven, but now I don't know why it hasn't come yet" the girl replied worriedly.

Arkan checked the watch in his hand. "Five more minutes in, mending now you use the motorcycle. Maybe you have gone first or not to school. Come on!"

Without warning, Arkan pulled the girl's hand and was taken to the online motorcycle he was riding. As he was about to attach the helmet to the girl's head, the girl held him back.

"Eh but, Brother. Later brother dong late?" asked the girl with a glazed look on her face.

"Nothing, I'm often late, anyways I pinter. School will not omit a pinter boy like me. No, you don't have to think about me. I can ride a rolling motorcycle in front," Arkan said as he attached a helmet to the girl's head.

"So, is it okay, brother?" ask the girl again.

"Yes, the spit's up! Bang, Bang road! Done to my destination, yes!" arkan said to the driver.

The driver raised his left thumb. "Ready, Deck! Definitely my girlfriend delivered safely to the destination!" the man replied while propelling his motor.

Arkan could only raise both of his eyebrows up high. Why is it considered a boyfriend? I just saw her, Arkan thought. But he did not bother, just shook his head and walked towards the ojek base in front of the intersection there.

Before, look at the watch again. "Well, it's eight and a half, he must be late too. Well, at the very least, he can still go to school."

***

Early in the morning, Hanum had a guest. He said all passing to the office, what's wrong with stopping by first to the candidate's house besan.

"By the way, Num, I've found a bright spot who did it" said Setya drinking coffee that had just been served by the household assistant.

"Already, Setya. The culprit is not important anymore if it turns out that Silva is already pregnant," Hanum said after sighing heavily.

Setya frowned looking at Hanum unhappily. "What do you mean the culprit doesn't matter anymore? Precisely if Silva is pregnant, the culprit can we make a clue, who the father of the fetus is actually."

"you mean? My son wasn't defiled by Arkan, but by someone else, was he?" Hanum looked at Setya with a hint of displeased spice.

"Yes that's one of my guesses. Because it could happen, too," Setya replied following his thoughts.

But Hanum seems unhappy. He stared at Setya sharply with his jaw hardened. Of course, he would not be happy if in the stomach of his only child there are seeds from people whose origins are unknown. Maybe if Arkan did it, he wouldn't be so angry. But if not, he could no longer hold back his emotions. He could have forced Silva to abort.

Noticing Hanum's hardened facial expression holding back anger, Setya raised both her hands trying to calm Hanum down.

"Calm down, Num. Don't get carried away, this is also my guess. We do not know who the father of the fetus is and can only do a DNA test if the baby is born. But, there's another way, which is to catch the culprit and we interrogate him to reveal everything. Hence, I really want the culprit to get caught quickly. The police and my subordinates have already started to move," Setya explained.

Sighing, Hanum tried to calm down in order to have a discussion with a cold head.

"Well, that's also your thinking. Everything can be a possibility and should be a guess. Okay, I will support and participate by sending my subordinates as well to help with the investigation. Because I'm sure your subordinates are moving in on the spy section."

"Ah, you know. My probationary candidate already knows me well, it turns out ha ha."

At the same time, two messages entered Setya's phone from two different contacts.

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From Jeffery :

Boss, Arkan's best friend is going to see the boss after school to talk about the culprit.

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Setya then opens another message sent from Faris' contact.

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From Faris :

Um, can I talk to you later in the day? There are important things I should talk about as well. I'll go to school, go to the office. Thanks, om.

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What exactly is Faris' relationship to this case. Why would he know the culprit, Setya thought.

"Well, I just got a message that by noon, Faris will reveal who the real culprit is. So, you want to come with me?" setya looked at Hanum.

"Okay, I'll come."

... Seriate......

Well, soon finish this problem😇