Not my Man
Deal.
Rahma hurriedly came out. From the doorway she could see clearly that her daughter was curled up in tears. His firm and steady steps slowed down slowly, as if being hit hard to paralyze his entire muscles.
With a heart as broken as Muezza, Rahma walked over to her eldest son who was still moaning to hold tightness in the chest.
Touched the little shoulder and hugged Muezza's body. “Don't keep this up, Honey!”
“Mother ... was Mue see dad. Dad sat next to Mue,” he said with sobs.
The tears of the two women broke without pause, with their still-locked hugs strengthening each other.
“Dad ...," cried Muezza softly in the arms of her mother.
The night sky featuring the stars was now shrouded in black clouds, as if the sky was also saddened by Azmi's departure. The raindrops that fell added to her recovery the woman Azmi loved so much.
As if not feeling the sadness, Rahma took her daughter inside.
"Tonight, I slept with my mother, yeah." Looking at my sad face, the child.
The night of sadness was full of grief and just passed. Lunar light was replaced with solar light. A bright yellow light illuminated a fairly wide corner of the room.
The netra that had been clenched now opened slightly and found the figure of a small man who was sitting while looking at the pale face of Muezza.
"Why don't you see me like that?" ask Muezza curiously.
"Alif just wants to see Brother. Can't you?" alif said back to asking.
The long haired girl let out a long sigh while slipping her hair behind the earlobe.
"What do you want for breakfast, brother?" muezza said as she folded the blanket she was wearing.
"Some," Alif replied while raising both his shoulders upwards.
"Fried rice or toast?" muezza said, looking back.
Alif's lips clenched tightly, while his eyes looked up. As if thinking of something important.
"Would you like to eat or want to hang out there?" punkas Muezza who can not stand waiting for the response of his sister.
"The peanut butter toast," he said, afraid of being scolded again by Muezza.
The girl nodded and left. Trying hard as if nothing happened in his life. That's Muezza's decision to sleep in the night cradle.
The short breakfast was missed with silence, after which many of Rahma's neighbors and relatives came to prepare for the event later that night. Muezza who had difficulty dismissing this incident was disturbed by the arrival of all of them.
In indecision, the girl tied her long hair with eyes that stared at her reflection in the mirror.
"Mue promise, will realize father's wish. Anyone who blocks Mue's intentions, will Mue exterminate the cockroach kayak!" that morning.
However, his confidence vanished along with the whispering voice of the neighbors who regretted Azmi's departure. The middle-aged women talked about the father's history with great admiration.
True, Azmi has always been kind and humble. Although he was created to be an acute cold man on this earth.
Muezza's cries and groans were heard from them from behind the door.
"How will Mue live this life without your guidance, father? There was nothing Mue could do," he asked in this small, silent room.
Their joking laughter could no longer be heard, emptiness engulfing Muezza's heart and life today. His eardrum only heard a very loud ticking of the clock, his net glanced back and forth looking for doors and windows.
The modern minimalist room turned into a flawless building. The high solid wall shut him in his weeping of sorrow. In her grief she screamed for her mother and sister to help her out of the silent room that tormented her.
"Mother! Alif, help sister get out of here!" he shouted while hitting the solid wall.
The loud voice seemed to be caught by this high wall, so that the two people he called out no one came to help him.
"Oh Allah ..What other trials have you given? Why is my life like this!" the pecker's in a panic.
Whether since when his chest felt tight, the air he breathed disappeared so he was out of breath and unconscious.
...****************...
In a skyscraper, there was a man sitting down enjoying a cup of coffee. The man's eyes were not sinister, but enough to intimidate his interlocutors.
A CEO who is emotionally stable, makes his character stronger. All his words are capable of coordinating others, what a perfect leadership attitude.
"Sore, Boss!" greet the man.
Hardy nodded without turning his body just looking at the presence of the man. He even pulled his slightly torn fingernails on the side edge.
"Damn it!" he said while pulling a tissue.
Let alone the curse, just the shadow of Hardy's back can cause a very strong impact.
At a glance, the CEO of PT Tunas Kemuning saw the face of a man who had been battered. It could be stated that the man's face was covered in bruises.
"Explain!" a short order from a man named Hardy.
No need to say at length, Hardy's men could understand the purpose of the direction of his orders.
"He's the one who cheated your money of five hundred million. This brainless person has destroyed the franchise that will launch next month" he said, holding a hand that almost hit the man's already unrecognizable temple.
As soon as the deceitful man knelt down while fusing his palms together.
"I beg you, forgive me! I can give you anything as long as Master releases me!" Rubbing both hands.
"At the same time it wasn't my complete side" said the man, glancing at the bodyguard standing not far from his place, "I was trapped by the diamond, he was the real culprit." Again the man covered both his hands.
"Basic shameless man, already proven guilty." Bodyguard Hardy stopped saying as Hardy's hand lifted.
"What can you give me? Your house is rickety, there's no way I'll confiscate it. Your wife is not pretty either!" break it while mocking.
The man was grieving in his heart, he did not accept Hardy's words. Even though he was depraved or a jerk, the man still loved all members of his small family. Despite the fact that he had abandoned his eldest son.
"Come, answer!" snapped the bodyguard wearing a collared black shirt.
"Which question should I answer?" the man said without shame or fear anymore.
"You're starting to fight!" The eyes of the bodyguard glared and the lotto of his eyes almost popped out.
In a fit of rage, he refuted that statement.
"T-no, I .. don't fight. I'm just trying—" This guy's word hangs because bodyguard Hardy back snapped at him.
"Try what, heum!"
Hardy turned to look at the face of the con man who had caused his new company branch to go bankrupt before it went ahead.
With a relaxed face Hardy stood up and kept both his hands in his pants pocket, Hardy's eyes stretched out toward the 45-year-old man.
Before the foot stepped, the kneeling man prostrated asking for forgiveness from a Hardy.
The wealthy businessman smiled his slanted smile while crouching.
“I have a good offer for you.”
The middle-aged lung man silently thought of the move he was about to take. For a long time he kept silent, now he was raising his head and making the decision he thought was right.
“What offers does Boss offer? Can I trust the Boss's words?” he questioned the offer.
Hardy patted the man's cheek slowly while showing a photo of the girl on his phone.
“You just need to bring it to Luminor Hotel next month,” Hardy said with a jumawa.
The man glared when he saw the photo of Muezza, his clenched hands did not accept.
“You want what ‘kan him?” ask the man with the teeth tightened.
“What I want to do is none of your business! All you have to do is take her there, or you and your family ...” Hardy deliberately hung up his words.
He felt that the man who was currently kneeling in front of him understood the intent of his words earlier.
“Can't the position of the girl be replaced by another girl?” The man asked again.
“Are you tired of living? If I say bring him, it means you have to bring him to me!” hardy snapped with his distinctive voice.