NOT PERPETRATORS
Same Photo (Antara Fania, Pak Wibowo, and Secretary Ve)

On Thursday, four o'clock in the morning, I was awake. Today I will go to Bali with Mr. Wibowo. He said he would pick me up at 08:00 WIB. So, I made breakfast. After that, perform the dawn prayer.

Soon I will arrange the items I will carry in my suitcase. After arranging the items, I went to Fania's room, to wake her up.

Knock on Fania's bedroom door. I moaned, of course he's still sleeping. I opened the door to the room that he had not always locked. I approached Fania who wrapped her body in a blanket.

"Fania, wake!"

I shook his body. "Fania, let's get up!"

"Hmph, I'm so sleepy. Don't bother me" she said with her eyes still clenched.

I sat next to him. And just as I was about to wake her up again, I suddenly saw Fania's diary fall. Immediately my hand reached for the diary book. A picture fell out of me while I was taking the book.

Kuraih returned the photo. And ... how shocked I was to see the picture of a woman I thought was in her 20s in the photo. Uh, this photo .. is ....

Is this Ve's secretary before plastic surgery? Yes, this is very similar to the Ve secretary. But ... somehow like there is a little difference between the photo of the Ve Secretary ID card that I saw at that time with this woman's photo. But where, yes, lies the difference? However, this is very similar to the photo of the secretary Ve as a young man.

I remembered something again. But there was another one suddenly ringing in my memory. Ah, yes. It's the same photo I saw behind that frame. Photos in the room Mr. Wibowo at that time. Suddenly my heart was racing. What ... lest-don't ... have something to do with this photo with Mr Wibowo?

Who is the woman in this photo? Why do Fania and Wibowo have them? Or ... This is a Ve secretary? What is the relationship between the three of them? Oh, suddenly there was a strange vibration popping up in my chest. There must be something going on between the three of them.

I watched Fania's face for a moment. Fania's face is similar to that of Ve's secretary before plastic surgery. Then I compared Fania's face to the photo of the woman in my hand. Yeah, it's very similar. Is ... This is Fania's mother?

"Fania!" I woke him up again.

"Fania, come on, get up!"

"Fania, it's seven o'clock. I'm leaving for Bali soon."

Suddenly, Fania opened her eyes, looked at me and sat down.

"You're going to Bali?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Aish! Why so fast. I'm still sleepy" he grumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

"Fania, is this a picture of your mother?" I turned the 3x4 cm black and white photo towards Fania.

Fania was immediately startled and snatched it from my hands. "Imania, don't touch this photo!"

"Why? I can know a little bit about you, right?" tanyaku was surprised to find Fania's annoyed expression.

"He is gone from this world. And she died after giving birth to me. Doesn't that mean he hates me? She didn't want to see her own daughter grow up and live with her" she said sadly.

"That's ... photo of your mother?" ask again.

Fania nodded. "Looks yes. This is the only thing I got from my aunt's drawer in the village."

I grabbed his palm that was holding the photo. "Fania, your mother doesn't hate you. It's all fate. All by God's will. Don't ever think your mom hates you. It's possible, until now he's still looking after you, even in your sleep."

Fania lowered her head. "I don't think God is being fair to me. He sent me down to earth, but lifted my mother up to heaven. In fact, I haven't had the chance to feel his affection. Moreover, I was born without a father. People call me a bastard. Since birth, I've been humiliated" he said in a trembling voice.

I took a deep breath, and said, "I know how you feel. Don't you think I've always loved you? We're going through this life together. And ... one more. Do you really want to meet your father?"

Fania looked at me with teary eyes, then nodded.

"In that case, I'll help you find your father."

I nodded while smiling. "I promise."

"But that's impossible" he lamented.

"Nothing is impossible in this life. There's always a miracle, Fania."

"What if my father is dead?"

"That means, you have to give it up" I replied.

Fania bowed in. The lips are pulled down. Her tears began to flow through her cheeks. He sobbed. Now I know, that behind that side of her cherry, actually Fania has a lot of pain in her life.

"Let me know, what would you like to say to him, if your father is still alive?"

Fania wiped her tears, then said still sobbing, "I want to beat her a hundred times. I wanted to ask her why she left my mother. I want to know why he did this to me and my mom. I ... I want to ask her for an explanation of everything that has happened. I hate him so much! I ... I really want to beat him up!"

I hugged my best friend's body. I gently rubbed his back, calming him down. "You want to meet him, just to scold him and beat him up?"

"Steach me get mad at him. He's an irresponsible man. He ... he's a criminal. He's a cruel father! Even ... to be honest .. I wish he was dead" he said sobbing.

"I just want to continue helping you find your father. But you put up such a grudge instead," I said, deeply saddened by Fania's feelings.

"If he's alive, bring him to me. I really want to beat him a hundred times!"

***

At eight in the morning, Fania and Arka were already sitting on the terrace with me. A suitcase was ready to accompany me for three days in Bali. I've given Arka an understanding of my departure to Bali and she understands.

I revert my watch, Wibowo sir should have picked me up. Suddenly a car came into my yard. But not Wibowo's car. That's Rudi's car. He got out of the car and approached us sitting on the porch.

"You haven't left yet" he told me.

"In a moment, Mr. Wibowo will pick me up."

Sure enough, luxury cars owned by Mr. Wibowo also appeared. I got up and took the suitcase. We all walked up to Wibowo's car, which stopped in front of the gate.

Arriving in front of Mr. Wibowo's car, I say goodbye to all of them. Arka kept hugging me. It was like it was so hard to let go of me, but he already understood. For some reason, Arka whined again.

"Mrs .... "

"Honey .. right, there's Aunt Fania and Om Rudi. They'll take care of Arka."

"Yes, Arka. Oh, I promise, deh. Om will stay here with Arka," said Rudi.

"Well, Om Rudi will accompany Arka to sleep. Asiatic?" my spoken.

After Fania and Rudi persuaded, Arka finally released me. I also got into the car. While my suitcase was put in the trunk by a private driver, Mr. Wibowo.

I'm sitting next to Mr. Wibowo. For a moment I noticed the mimic of Mr. Wibowo who continued to pay attention to Fania. Thats odd. It seemed like there was indeed something to do between the photo behind that frame and Fania. Same photo as Fania. Although Mr. Wibowo's property has worn off, but I make sure that it is the same photo.

The car drove too. Fania, Rudi, and Arka, waved their hands at me. They look harmonious. If only Rudi liked Fania, not me.

As the car continued to pass, Mr. Wibowo's eyes were still staring far back, towards Fania.

"Sorry, Sir. Why would you look at Fania like that?"

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