Not A Liar But A Hated Wife
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Village in the area

A small house had several yellow flags perched, and many people were seen coming to the church.

“Hiks......hiks........hiks.....why did you go.......,” Salma's cries were so heart-wrenching in the ears of the mourners who came.

“Why do you live in Salma, sir....,” cries of immeasurable pursuit come out of the tiny lips of a girl.

What a heavy blow to Salma, when he just came home from school got the atmosphere of his house so many people, as well as the yellow flag in front of his small house. The girl's heart was beating fast when looking from a distance, it could not be avoided that the beautiful and petite village girl was galloping towards her home.

The girl's body instantly became stiff, when she saw the body of the middle-aged man she knew so well was covered by a batik-patterned cloth.

All the mourners who came immediately held the body of the girl who suddenly collapsed unconscious.

And now the girl was hugging her lifeless father, a sorrowful, sorrowful, who immeasurably slipped into the heart of the girl. For the second time the girl lost her loved ones, before four years ago lost her beloved mother, now the girl lost her beloved father.

“Why you go..hiks..hiks....”.

“Salma, who is patient.you must accept your father's departure,” 40-year-old woman gently stroked the back of her nephew.

“Why Bik, why did you leave.when this morning you were okay Bik....hiks....hiks.....” Salma asked as she looked towards her aunt.

“Your father when he left for the factory, accidentally hit by a car, Salma,” said his brother Salma, who was sitting next to his wife.

“Di hit....!!”

“Where are the people who hit him!! Salma wants to kill him who has made my father die!!” salma's emotions were stirred when she heard her father died in an accident.

“Where is the person....you know which one....Uncle!!” shouts Salma, ignoring the mourners who came.

In the corner of the small room, there was a man wearing a neat work suit, following sadly the cry and roar of the little girl. Iba but helpless, the man was just a personal assistant representing his Boss, who had hit a father riding a motorcycle accidentally, but resulted in the life of the person being lost at the scene.

Uncle Salma the victim's sister glanced for a moment at the man sitting cross-legged in the corner of the room.

“Uncle...where the man who had bumped into Mr. Salma” tugged at his uncle's shirt sleeve.

“Nak, calm son....now more people son,” Aunt Tia trying to win Salma who still wiggled her husband's body.

“Basic jerk, he must die substituting for the life of Mr. Salma.....hiks......hiks!! scream Salma.

The man's hair was goosebumps hearing the beautiful girl's scream. As Salma cried out in tears, Uncle Didit and the man looked at each other.

Then the beautiful girl returned unconscious, Uncle Didit and Aunt Tia immediately carrying Salma's body and taken to her room.

The procession of bathing the corpse and the cemetery still running, not waiting for Salma siuman. As the younger brother of his father Salma, the man took care of his brother's funeral, assisted by other villagers.

“Ari, how is the victim, buried?” ask someone on his phone.

“I am again at the funeral of the victim, Sir,” reports the assistant.

“You have given money to the victim's family?”

“Not yet, after this I will return to the victim's house.”

“You try to get the victim's family to receive the money not to let this accident case be reported to the police!!” his baritone voice was clearly heard.

“Good Sir. Sir no intention to go to the victim's house?”

“No need for me to go there, just you who take care and represent me to the end!!”

“Good Sir...”.

Make the man enough to give some money, then the problems he faces will be solved.

Actually a very sad incident because he was receiving a phone call, finally making the concentration of the man was scattered in driving his car, until he hit the motorbike in front of him. Fortunately the streets were quiet until not many people saw, the man immediately contacted his personal assistant who was at the factory to follow up to the scene of the accident, and asked him to take care of the victim. And it turns out the victim was one of the employees who worked at his factory.

Back to Salma's house

The mourners one by one have left the house of Salma, now Ari who is still in the house of Salma.

“This is please received, compensation money from Mr.” Ari thrust an envelope containing money in front of his Uncle Salma.

“Please the case of this accident should not be extended and reported to the police, inside this envelope there is money of one hundred million, I think this is enough as peace money,” Ari said again.

Uncle Didit and Aunt Tia were talking to each other as if there were things to talk about before making a decision on the matter of peace over the accident that befell her brother.

“I have not been able to accept this peaceful money, this problem I have to discuss with my wife first. Since this is not just a matter of losing my brother's life, but the fate of the child left behind by my late brother, there was a girl he left behind, and now somehow fate in the future," reject Didit.

Ari let out a long sigh, hearing the rejection of the peaceful money given by her Master.

“If I can I want to meet first with the person who has bumped into my sister,” pinta Didit, with his firm attitude.

“My master, people are busy so can't get here. It is precisely I who represent him to be present here.”

“If you can not meet, then this case should I report to the authorities, after all there are people who are willing to be witnesses!” threatening Didit.

Ari looks like he thinks, “well I will convey to the Master your wishes, then excuse me first,” said Ari.

“Please....,” Didit ushered the tall and dashing man out of Salma's house.

After making sure the rich-looking guest from his appearance figure had left Salma's house, Uncle Didit went back inside.

“Mas kok money was not received, quite a hundred million, we can share,” said Aunt Tia.

“You if the money problem is fast, indeed you can not think about the future problems of my nephew Salma!!” reprimand Uncle Didit. Aunt Tia was stunned for a moment.

Pama Didit sat cross-legged on the mat, sighing deeply.

“Next Mas Didit, what does it want with Salma problem?” aunty Tia asked to sit next to her husband.

“Our son has three, added Salma, who inevitably we both have to take care of him. Automation is my responsibility. But our finances are also all deficient, make our daily lives just hanging if not helped by his late father Salma,” Uncle Didi massaged his chest, thinking about life in the future, if not helped by his late father Salma, it will be hard after the death of his father Salma.

Seriate.......

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