NOT PERPETRATORS
Aircraft For Arka

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THE WARNING!!

In this episode, Author Keceh wants to remind. Prepare a tissue before reading, huh? Just in case, he-he.

Happy Reading!

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Mr. Wibowo looked at me. He looked at me very surprised. "What did you say?"

"Yes, the story you tell is the same as my best friend's story."

Mr. Wibowo is still staring at me glued.

"Sir, actually .. the picture behind the frame in your room is very similar to the photo of Fania's mother."

And .. Mr. Wibowo still looks at me unmoved.

"What ... is the same photo?" muttered.

***

After hearing the statement about the same photo. Mr. Wibowo immediately took me home. The target to go home tomorrow is missing. He hastened to go home soon.

Mr. Wibowo immediately booked a flight ticket for the flight schedule at 18.25 WITA. And we actually flew from Ngurah Rai Airport.

Mr. Wibowo is already very impatient to make sure that the photo is the same. While I ... very happy if true Fania will soon find her biological father. Yes, Mr. Wibowo is Fania's biological father. I hope that's true.

After landing, we were picked up by private car. In the car, Mr. Wibowo did not stop sighing and exhaling. It seems obvious, Mr. Wibowo is very nervous. He can't wait to meet Fania and match her photo with Fania's.

"Please go faster, okay?" mr. Wibowo orders his personal driver restlessly.

"Good, sir."

While I ... still ringing Fania's words that morning, before leaving for Bali.

"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."

"What if my father is dead?"

"I want to beat him 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!"

"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."

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

Yes ... Lord. If Mr. Wibowo is Fania's biological father, will Fania forgive all mistakes Mr. Wibowo?

Sseeett!!

Suddenly our car almost hit a motorcycle that was turning and in the opposite direction to us. Oh, my God, it's lucky it didn't hit him. Along with this incident, my feelings suddenly became restless. I don't know why, I suddenly imagined the face of Arka and Fania.

Our car stopped a few centimeters before hitting the motorcycle. The man who was carrying the motorcycle came straight over and knocked on the windshield of our car. He looks very angry.

"Hey! Out!"

"Open the door!!"

"Hurry and open the door!!"

The man kept shouting and beating the windshield of our car. When the private driver Mr. Wibowo will come out, Mr. Wibowo actually forbid it.

"Let me just." Mr. Wibowo came out and the man who was carrying the motorcycle came straight to him.

"You almost hurt me!"

"Sorry .. forgive us," said Mr. Wibowo.

"Not enough of an apology, sir. Your driver almost killed me. What if I get hit? I could die! You gobl*k driver!!" hardik the man while cursing at the private driver Mr. Wibowo.

"I'm sorry, sir," said Wibowo, a private driver who looked up from the windshield.

"I want to hold you accountable!"

I was very upset with the behavior of the motorcycle-carrying man. There was clearly no accident, but he asked for compensation.

Mr. Wibowo grabbed his bag from the car, then took a pile of money to give to the man. I'm sure, it's over five million.

"Well, look, donk."

The man immediately left on his motorcycle, while Mr. Wibowo went back into the car. I glanced at my watch showing at 20:15 WIB.

"I'm sorry, sir," said Mr. Wibowo's private driver, feeling guilty.

"Focus and continue driving fast!"

Apparently Mr. Wibowo has been very eager to meet with Fania. Too bad Mr. Wibowo, if Fania does not forgive him.

***

After traveling less than two hours by car, we arrived. Mr. Wibowo came down with me, right in front of the gate of my house.

I rang the bell, but no one came out of the house. I pressed again and again no one came out. The atmosphere of the house looks lonely. There was no Rudi's car in front of my house. Maybe he's not staying tonight.

The watch in my hand shows at nine o'clock in the night. Is ... have they slept? Fania usually sleeps at ten or eleven.

"Hows it? Is Fania asleep?" ask Mr. Wibowo with a face of anxious hope.

"Let me call."

I took the phone out of my bag and called Fania's number. However, when my finger was about to press the call button, suddenly my phone rang.

"Hello."

"See, are you still in Bali?" asked my mother in a slightly hoarse voice as if she had cried.

"I just got there, Mom. Here I was at the gate, waiting for Fania to open the door."

Mom suddenly flinched. Silent.

"Hello, Mother."

"Hello, Mom."

"Mother?"

I heard the sound of mother's crying.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"Ima—" Mother's voice came to a halt, changing with sobs.

My feelings became ungodly. "Mother .. Are you okay?"

"Patient, yes, son." Mother's voice sounded vibrating.

My breath held for a moment, waiting for my mother to continue her words.

"Arka, Fania, and Rudi .... "

"What's wrong with them?" My feelings are getting worse. My heart is getting restless. What's the matter?

"They were accidents."

"Imania!" Mr. Wibowo's last voice I heard.

***

I opened my eyes slowly. I could see my mother was right next to me. I'm already in the hospital. I remember what Mom said.

"Arka, Fania, and Rudi .... "

"They were accidents."

"Mother, where are Arka and Fania?"

I saw both maternal netra swollen and puffy.

"I want to meet Arka!"

I got up and got out of the patient's bed. Just as I was about to step up, mom suddenly held my arm.

"Son, hold your heart."

I stared at both mother's eyes. "That's fine, isn't it, Mom."

"Your son ... your son ...."

"How's the Ark? He's fine, right?"

My mother hugged my body while sobbing. His hands patted my back. "Your son .. he .. he wasn't saved."

"Yes, God." I can't hold any more tears. I was crying so much. What other test is this? My son ... no! Mommy must be wrong! Mommy must be wrong!

"Calm yourself, son?"

Mom kept calming me. After my tears were almost drained to describe my pain. I was led by my mother to the ICU.

Once there, I went in to see my son. In the room there was also Fania lying helplessly, with a large oxygen tube by her side. Mr. Wibowo was beside him while holding Fania's hand.

"Doctor, where's my son?" ask me to a doctor who is standing next to a bed containing patients who have been covered by a white cloth.

The doctor pointed at the body covered in white cloth.

I went straight to the closed body. I opened slowly from top to bottom. Until the body of the three-year-old boy was more clearly visible. There were wounds and blood half wet on the head of Arka.

"Carca!" I hugged my son's body tightly.

"Darling, wake up!"

"Darling .. mom came home. Open your eyes!"

Kuremas had her fingers soft, then kissed her cheeks many times. "Arka .. mama here. Arka don't go anywhere, huh? Mama's here. Come on, honey, open your eyes. Look mama!"

I looked at my poor son's face. I rubbed his bushy hair carefully, as there was a wound on his head. "Darling .. You said you wanted an airplane. I bought it for you. Open your eyes!"

My father who had been standing next to Arka also calmed me down. "Son, calm yourself!" Dad rubbed my back gently.

"Darling .. Mama bought you an airplane. Awake, Son. Come on, let's play together!"

"Father, we better pray for Arka to calm down and go in peace, huh?" Mom pulled my body away from Arka.

"Take me off, Mother. Let me wake Arka."

"Son ... your son ...."

"No, Mother. Arka's just sleeping. I can wake her up." I still think my son is just asleep.

I turned my eyes to the doctor who was still standing near me. "So, my son's just sleeping, right?"

"Sorry .. Your son cannot be saved."

I immediately approached the doctor. "Dok, you're, right, a doctor. How could I just let my son!"

Dad held me back, but I pulled the glasses doctor's collar. "Come, save my son! Save my son!"

My mom and dad pulled my body away from the doctor. I looked at the doctor with emotion. Then it turned towards my son who did not move in the slightest.

I touch my son's eyelids softly. "Darling .. open your eyes. Mama's home."

I immediately remembered the toy airplane I bought from Bali again. "Mother, where's my suitcase?"

"For what, son?"

"I've bought Arka an airplane. I have to get it. Arka's gonna want to see it."

Mom hugged me. "Son, Arka has left peacefully. Let him calm down, will you?" said mom while sobbing.

"No Mother. Arka's not going anywhere. She's with. He will always be with me."

"No, Son. Your son ... is now with the angel in heaven" said the mother again.

"No, Mother. We're going to heaven together. Where could he go without me?"

"Yes, God, son. Realize yourself. Arch ... Arka's gone."

"No, Mother. Trust me. I can wake Arka. Look it!" I whispered softly in Arka's ear, "Darling. Come on, open your eyes. Wake up. Tomorrow ... We go for a walk again, huh? We're gonna go get a lot of ice cream."

Mom and Dad hugged me, but I immediately broke out of their arms, then ran out of the ICU room, but he chased me.

"Son, where are you going?"

"I'm going home, Dad. I want to get my suitcase. There's an Ark aircraft inside. I want to show that to Arka."

I walked back quickly, but father immediately pulled my arm, facing my body to him.

"How many times do I have to say it! Your son is gone! He's gone already! Be aware!" father said loudly while shaking my shoulders. Succeeded me. So that I can accept the reality that has happened. A reality I still cannot believe.

I stared at the two middle-aged men who were standing before me. Slowly, the light in my eyes came back down. Until the flow becomes heavy. Very swift. My chest is tight shaken by sobs. I cannot accept this harsh reality. I can't! Arka, return!

"Mama, if you go home and buy Arka a plane, yes, Ma. Arka wants to fly, get on a plane to the sky."

That voice rang in my mind.

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Readers Cheating?

Who again melek or who again sprained and mengedumel angrurin Author in the heart. Pardon, deh! Patience ... Istiqlah.

Please stay calm. Don't suudzon first with Immania's suffering, huh?

Author Kekeh, mah, so, raft upstream, swim to the edge. You know, don't you mean this proverb? Who doesn't know, asked Babang Google, huh?

So that you guys do not fuss bingits, nih, Author Kecih you know. This novel IS HAPPY ENDING. It's obvious, huh? Just watch, how unexpected are the surprises that Author Kecah will bring.

Wait until the novel ends, okay?

Greetings from the Kecih Author?

Thank You ...!