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In the office, Rama was restless, considering that he had not found any trace of Sari for three days. A few calls from Anita in Rijek. He did not want the woman to add to his confusion. Anyway at the moment, he is not wanting ‘haivng s*x’.

“What's up sir?” Ask secretary Rama, after he entered the room of his boss.

“Fika, please clear my schedule for the next three days. I want to Malang.” Replied Rama, who was directly influenced by Fika.

Actually it's from yesterday, Rama really wants to go to the house of Sari's parents. If Sari wasn't in her office, in her boarding house, the biggest possibility would be that she went home to her parents.

“Good, sir. I'll set.” Fika said, then left the room, because Rama had flicked his hand.

****

Sari arrived in Malang, after a day on the train journey. He arrived early in the morning, when his father and sister had gone off to activities. While Ratih, was sweeping the courtyard of his house.

“Sari.” Shouted Ratih, when he saw his daughter open the gate made of wood.

“Mother.” Sari immediately scattered her embrace on the mother. He misses that hug.

Sari hugged Ratih as she did not want to escape.

“Why are you, Nduk?” Ratih asked confused, because it was unusual for Sari to be like this.

He loosened his embrace. “You're fine, aren't you, son?”

Sari fell silent.

Ratih saw the look on the face of the princess who looked moody. He knew very well that this child was not the quiet type of child. Every time she got home, Sari would talk a lot, asking how her mother, father, and younger brother were doing. His face was usually so cheerful, very different from today.

“Sari, fine, Mom. Just tired.” Said the sari, who immediately stepped inside.

“Ya already, you rest first yes.”

In the afternoon, Ardi's voice came from school.

“Eh no mba Sari, yes Bu?” Ask Ardi.

“Iya is in her room.” Answer Ratih.

Ardi's eyes sparkled, he was very happy if the brother came home, because Sari always brought stuff that was again trendy and viral for the sister.

Chequelek

Ardi opened the door of Sari's room, and saw the brother who was daydreaming.

“Mba.” Call Ardi, who Sari didn't respond to.

Sari's gaze was still straight out the window of her room.

Suddenly Sari jerked and snapped. “Do not hold-hold!”

“Ma.af, Mba.” Ardi stammered. He was surprised by the response of his sister, because Sari never once hit him, or spoke high with round eyes.

“Oh, Sorry, Ar.”

“Mba, why are you? Is something happening? You can count on me, Mba.” Ardi lirih. He knew something was going on with his brother.

“Ardi.” Sari cried in the chest of Ardi, the 18-year-old sister, but already had a chest that was fielded.

“There's something you're afraid of, mba? Whoishe? Rama?” Tanya Ardi streaks. His jaw hardened, he did not want the brother he loved was hurt by others.

The Sari family is warm and harmonious. Firm and very gentle and gentle coach. They never once issued a word in a high voice, nor did they play hands against their two children. It makes Sari and Ardi also have a soft heart. Ardi became a teenager who was known well and loving by his friends, especially with his family.

Sari told Ardi everything she experienced. Somehow only Ardi he can trust, he does not want to tell this to his parents, he does not want to make a burden and become the mind of his parents later.

Ardi's jaw is getting hard.

“Now, where is that guy?”

Sari shakes. “Maybe he's not in the country.”

Brakes

Ardi drove across the table until the foot of the table shifted slightly.

Yes, Ardi does follow the black belt karate. He has loved this type of sport since he was 8 years old. Maybe that's what makes Ardi's body good and the field with a proportional height.

“Continue where is Rama?” Asked Ardi without frills, he was lazy to respect his future brother-in-law.

Again, Sari shook her head, because indeed since the incident he closed himself and did not care about people who had hurt his heart.

“Mba phone, where?” Ask Ardi again

“Living in that hotel.”

“Dek, do not let father and mother know yes!”

Ardi nodded. “No going, Mba.”

Ardi hugged Sari again. “Quiet, mba. There I am here who will always guard and protect, mba.”

Sari nodded. “Still, Dek.”

Both crying, Ardi also felt a clear bulir flowing on his cheek. Really, he did not have the fate of his brother. He wanted to strangle a man named David, or hit Rama who had hurt his brother.