
Fajri stared at his father's newly installed wooden pusara. He sprinkled various types of flowers that had been prepared in one container, on a mound of soil that buried the body of the person he loved so much. Fajri could not hold back all the tears that were churning in his eyes, wanting to come out immediately. I don't know how many have been spilled since yesterday. He was crying, sitting limp with his head leaning against his father's last sign.
Beno tried to provide moral support by rubbing his back. It was inconceivable how much pain Fajri felt. He lost the person who had always strengthened him.
Everyone left while Fajri was still lamenting his loss. The morning was dark, though the sun shone on Fajri's shriveled forehead as he rose from the grave ground. Beno follows her, but Fajri gestures so she doesn't follow him for a while. Beno could only stare at him who passed by with heavy steps.
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Many blisters on Hasna's legs and face, the slow-looking collision apparently caused many injuries on her body. A nurse helped him treat the wounds on his expressionless face, but his eyes were constantly watering.
"Miss, if you continue to cry, your wound will not dry quickly and cause infection. The scar will be hard to lose, it's on your face!" said the nurse who had trouble applying the wound ointment because of her tears.
She did not respond, the nurse sighed, she came out after running out of the tissue she had brought from the nurse's room. He smiled at Fajri who was staring at him from the doorway.
Fajri took out his handkerchief and gently swept his injured cheek. Fajri looked at Hasna's hand and arm that had been imagined by her had been dragged by her own body on the asphalt.
"Father is buried, he no longer needs to watch over me who is always lazy and not excited. He won't scold you anymore to just stand up for me because of all your complaints" Fajri said.
Fajri wept looking at Hasna who was the same situation as the first time he knew her. Silence without a word, crying without a sound. Looking at without life. Sometimes she wiped her own tears.
"What am I supposed to do without you and dad? What can I do if you keep doing this?" Fajri sat complaining on Hasna's side.
Still no response, Hasna was like an undead for up to two days lying in a hospital bed. Vino came even more to make him silent. Until Nabila came to see him.
"Sister, I'm sorry" said Nabila.
Hasna's eyes moved hearing her voice. He stared at the girl who a few weeks ago was critical in the ICU room for the negligence of the guardians.
"He came after my sister asked me, before the police came to record all my testimony. He said if he said he was the culprit, he would kill Vishnu's brother. I'm afraid, brother, I have no one but Vishnu's brother. I'm sorry brother!" said Nabila with tears.
Hasna remembers, Nabila said something else with what she told him, to Fajri and Beno. Disappointed, upset and definitely angry. But when he was there at that time Nabila was incessantly crying in his brother's arms.
Nabila came out of Hasna's nursery because there was no response from her.
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The test results show that ***** Dudung is in Nabila's clothing. Dudung admitted before Fajri and Beno that he was caliph because he had not struggled with his sickly wife for a long time.
Fajri also identified that Dudung was carrying out the attempted murder on Hasna in the hospital. Nabila's case is complete and filed by the attorney general.
Hasna attended the first hearing to bring in the perpetrator and the victim also listened to the prosecution and other demands. Hasna looked at Dudung with her eyes becoming more and more rounded as she remembered that Dudung was speeding with a sharp look at her adoptive father Agung.
His gaze turned on the grinning Bima staring at Dudung by folding her hands across her chest.
~Daddy accident on purpose!~ heart words Hasna sure.
His hands were trembling, he tried to stand up and was about to say that Dudung hit his father. But Hasna's knee was weak and she collapsed in the middle of the trial.
The doctor came, Hasna checked.
"He's weak, malnourished. You have to take him to the hospital to get the nutrient fluids" said the doctor.
Fajri who just came running after knowing Hasna fainted, immediately brushed off the hand of Vino who was holding her hand.
"Thank you for bringing him here, the rest let me take care of it" Fajri said as he carried it.
Vino stood up to block.
"My father is innocent, all have been proven and the perpetrator has been arrested. Why do you still blame and keep me away from him"
Vino's words stopped Fajri's steps.
"Whatever!" answer Fajri.
He continues his steps and takes Hasna to the car that Beno was carrying. Hasna was treated again.
Bima looked at her son's face which looked very sad to see Fajri carrying her. Then Bima called someone.
"Find out where the girl's house is, steal all her important documents and belongings. Bring me!" bima said.
Vino came out of the infirmary and looked at his father. He forced himself to smile and walk hand in hand with his father.
They went home, Vino said back to the apartment, he stepped limp and not excited like before. Bima was very sad to see her son who was decided by her lover.
Suddenly Bima's phone rang.
"I have it Sir!" said the man on the other end of the phone.
Bima slid into his house. Arriving there the package in a paper box was placed on the living room table by the guard. Bima immediately opened it and checked one by one the existing items.
Long poking, Bima stared at the photo of the girl about fourteen years old. His eyes were round, he covered his mouth with one other hand. Bima let out a loud sigh, she leaned her body on the sofa.
~Isn't he dead?~ says Bima's heart.
He stared again at the photo, comparing it to the photo that was with Agung and Fajri after he graduated to become a lawyer.
Bima was getting surprised, the girl was Hasna. The girl who was his victim when his wife caught him. Bima thought the girl had committed suicide after her father hanged himself. Because Dudung told him like that.
"Si Dudung this is not doing his job. I used to know Hasna was dead, hasn't she told you. Now told to throw Nabila even plain that. Want a lot of money, the work is not dirty" Bima annoyed and throw all the goods.
He found a flash. Bima looked at him deeply, she thought it was just a case file she had handled. Remembering the words of Jefri who praised him. But he was curious about the contents. Bima brought her laptop and looked at the contents of the flash.