NOT PERPETRATORS
Beaten People

Although tired of walking far away, I continued my journey home. Still with Arka asleep in my sling. After traveling for about three kilometers, we finally arrived.

Relieved it. I took the keys out of the bag and went into the house. I put Arka in bed. I watched his pale face. I put the palm back on his forehead. Still feverish.

"Ma?" Arka suddenly woke up.

"Darling? We'll eat first, okay? After that take the medicine," I asked.

"Aren't you?"

I sat next to her and stroked her thick hair. "Bear Arka? If Arka does not want to eat and take medicine, how will it be cured?"

Unyielding, I persuaded Arka that she would eat. And he wanted to, even if only a few mouthfuls. After that Arka took her medicine.

***

Time shows at 22:30 p.m. As usual, Bastian has not returned. Actually what he did in his office, until he had to work late at night. When asked, Bastian always replied that he was overtime.

I still can't sleep. I occasionally stick my palm to Arka's forehead. Check if the fever has gone down. Thank God, the fever is getting lower. I'm starting to feel relieved.

After a few minutes, the sound of a car stopped in the yard. I think it must be Bastian. I also moved to open the door. How surprised I was when the door opened. A beautiful and sexy woman got out of Bastian's car. Then he opened the left car door. There's Bastian's mas there. The woman immediately grabbed Bastian's mas. Take him out of the car.

"Mas Bastian!" myrag. "He why?" I also approached them immediately. How surprised, mas Bastian came home battered.

"Hurry up, help me clean it up!" said the beautiful blonde woman.

"Fania .. apa-"

"Oh, I'll explain later. Come on, get him in. He's hurt."

Without asking any more questions, I helped Fania bring Bastian's mas in. I put Bastian's mas on the couch. Bastian was unconscious. Smells of alcohol from his mouth. His face was bruised, fresh blood was left on the corners of his eyes and lips.

"Mass? What exactly is going on?" much worry.

"Imania, don't talk about it. Get some warm water, quick!" Fania.

I immediately took warm water from the kitchen, and brought it to where Bastian was lying.

"Clean the wounds on his face!" Fania who stood next to Bastian's mas re-ruled.

I immediately wiped slowly Bastian's face with a clean cloth that had been submerged in warm water, with a feeling that was still full of questions. What the hell happened to him? Bastian had never drank alcohol before. To my knowledge, he was never drunk.

"Imania, infuse the wound with red medicine!" Again Fania ruled.

And silly, I did exactly what he told me. And without him telling me, I knew what I had to do. After cleaning the wound and giving him the red medicine, I immediately asked for an explanation from Fania.

"What happened to my husband, Fania? Why is he with you?" ask directly.

Fania took a deep breath. "He's beaten up by people."

"Who hit him?" many surprised.

"Not knowing his name."

I'm getting surprised. As far as I know, Bastian never had enemies. He is a kind and friendly person.

"Where was he beaten?"

"In the cafe."

"Why can you be with him?"

"You know, right, the characteristics of the man who had dared to beat my husband up?"

Fania rolled her eyeballs. "You are like a journalist!" chirps.

I am confused to understand this situation. My husband was battered, smelling alcohol from his mouth, and suddenly Fania drove him home. It's freaky. What .. don't-don't ... Fania is really an affair with Bastian.

"Easy, huh? I'm going home!" Fania went to leave, but I chased after her. Pulling arm.

"Wait!"

Fania stopped her steps. And turn to face me. "What else?"

"What ... are you Bastian's affair?"

Fania looked at me sharply. "Don't I ever tell you, I'm not interested in taking someone else's? Especially being an actor. I'm not that cheap!"

"Don't lie! The proof is that you're with Bastian at the cafe!"

He pulled one corner of his lips up. "You should thank me. Not accusing me of anything!"

"Fania! Just tell me the truth!"

"Hey! How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not an actor! I'm just a teaser! Is my answer unclear?" Fania suddenly pushed me. I fell to the floor too.

"You!" I got up and slapped him. Plaque!

Fania glared at me. "Are you this rude? Really ... It's worth Bastian turning away from you!" her lips while holding her smooth cheeks.

"What do you mean?"

"Imania, to be honest, I feel so sorry for you" he said, handing Bastian's car keys to me. Then he left my house.

I stared at the mini-clothed woman from a distance. Is he on foot? It's late at night. I immediately took the blanket, put it on Bastian's body. Then move outside the house.

I kept walking around looking for that sexy woman. Fania was standing on the side of the road. In the dark of the night, the woman is seen calling someone.

"Yes, hurry up here, honey," he ordered, then hung up.

I'm still watching him from the alley of the housing complex. Why am I worried about him? Isn't that woman a bitch? Oh. .. I should have let him. What care! I turned around and went back home. But suddenly ....

"Hey!" funnier Fania.

I stopped the step, still behind him.

"What are you doing there? Are you stalking me?"

I tried not to respond to it. I continued my footsteps, moving away.

"Hey! Thanks for worrying about me, yeah!" yells.

I stopped and said, "It's late. Go home!"

I quickened my pace, leaving him.

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