RED MAPALA
Chapter 47 - The King So Involved

Chapter 47 PMM

"Where to move? You ask where he moved to? Where are you going! Si Tutik has returned to his village in the middle of the forest of Borneo there! Just found out?" hardik Irma's.

Dikta had taken a step back because he was surprised by the spray of anger that Irma made.

"Tutik back to his village? When, Ma?" ask Dikta.

"Once you stay in him!" irma replied in a landslide, making Dikta's body stiffen.

"meaning?" Dikta.

"Still you ask what he means?!" Irma even glared.

"Gue really doesn't understand. I think the Tutik is starting to write the thesis, right?" sahut Dikta's.

"Gini, yeah. I know you're dating him, right? Well, if you want to break up, say dong! Don't you hang the Tutik like a coward. You realize that a year ago you left so. I didn't say anything to him, huh?" yelling at Irma again.

"We're not dating, really!" dikta sharp objection.

"Oh, huh? Not dating you said? Lah, then why did you like to take him on the road? You even buy him stuff. You pick him up at my college. Help her to do tasks she can't. And I also know that you often invite him weekly nights. You also once held some hands of him. I don't think it's a date, huh?" point at Irma while raising a cynical gaze.

Dikta started to panic. Moreover, Irma increasingly looked at him sharply and coldly, then the woman was shaking her head and clucking.

"Let's have a different campus, but I know from Iwan that you're a big class playboy on your campus. And I don't think you're the guy, huh? That innocent keypad is still you playin." Irma again clashed in insulting Dikta.

The man in front of him sighed and then asked, "There's a Tutik phone number I can dial?"

Irma just stumbled. He stared in disbelief.

"Elo thou bego is it deliberately insulting, huh!? He lived in a village in the middle of the forest. Where there is a telephone plane, electricity I think sometimes life sometimes dies. He was able to go to Jakarta because his parents sold oil palm plantations. Create the ideals of the Tutik to study in Jakarta. So he just took D3, same courses. Then if you have graduated, and get a job, he wants to help his parents in the village to buy his oil palm plantation back. His family is willing to live hard in the village for the sake of Tutik. But, after the kids got here, he even met a jerk like you. That's really you!" sulcan Irma.

Dikta fell back for a moment. "There's an address I can't samperin meet him?" tanyanya.

His voice turned softer and started slowly. Irma did not answer.

"If I can't call, at least I can send him a letter. Can, right?" ask Dikta again with a glare.

"Oh, I think if you want to send a letter anyway you can," replied Irma directly.

"Where's the address?" pinta Dikta's.

"The condition is yes from the postman during the destination. I'm afraid the postman might be eaten by a tiger, or stepped on by a wild elephant!" tukas Irma held back a laugh and then entered into her rented house which was different from the one before.

"Damn luh!"

Dikta seemed to grumble as he headed to his car. There, he hung out behind the steering wheel for quite a while. Almost an hour his Jeep was parked in the minimarket yard until some employees reprimanded him for a move. Finally, Dikta arrived at the quiet side of the road. Put the vehicle aside and return pensive.

The fact about the Tutik really hit him. The thought of a kind person. Although sometimes a person who is psycopath arises from within him who often has a double personality.

Dikta thought that Tutik must have many dreams and hopes that accompanied his departure to the capital. The place everyone from the remote village felt would achieve dreams and success. Dreams of parents, brothers, extended family, friends, maybe even the whole village.

Especially for both parents. Their daughter who wandered to the capital to continue her education, must have hoped for more. It is so great that a Dikta is able to destroy the dreams of Tutik. All of the girl's dreams and hopes were shattered in her hands. And only now did he know, after more than a year had passed.

With a heavy breath, Dikta dropped his head on the steering wheel. His finger gripped the thing tightly. Until all of his fingers felt very painful. However, the guilt cannot be overcome. Until finally he drove the Jeep car and hit the meatball cart.

The passing king instantly saved Dikta from the rampage of the citizens. After compensating for the losses caused by Dikta, the King accompanied Dikta back to his home using his jeep Dikta. While his vespa matic motorbike, he tipped in a workshop that the owner is familiar with King.

"You're so upset at home just thinking!" pinta King.

"Gue is not more calm if you have not done this," said Dikta.

The young man then recounted his desire to improve himself and apologized to all his ex that he could still remember. Forcibly after listening to Dikta's words, the King accompanied the young man finally.

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"Whose house is this?" ask King.

"This is Lusi's boarding house" said Dikta then got out of his car and followed by the King.

A pompous-haired girl greeted Dikta with a cynical look.

"You really don't know or pretend you don't know about Susi?" he asked after explaining that Lusi had quit college.

"Seriously, Wen, I don't know about Susi. Why didn't Lusi go to college?" ask Dikta.

Weni, Lusi's best friend who was one of Dikta's former, looked at the long-haired man in front of her with a flat expression.

"He didn't go to college because he had to get married" he admitted.

Dikta was flabbergasted then asked, "Why should he spit-spout marriage? Isn't he just in fourth semester?"

Weni's forehead shriveled slightly hearing that.

"It seems that elo deh most know, why he had to spit-spet marriage," he replied flatly.

Dikta was jolted for a moment but then returned to normal.

"I swear, Wen, I just know now that he's been meriting. He didn't say at all. Especially to me!" sahut Dikta's.

"Where do I know why he doesn't listen to you! You're hoping he's got you, is that it?" said fierce.

"What's wrong with him?" ask Dikta.

For a moment the girl's eyes narrowed. Then Weni got up and walked into her room on the second floor. The king still did not understand while observing. He became sorry until he could be trapped with the desire of the Dikta. Before long, Weni returned with a piece of the photo in hand. The photo was given to Dikta.

"The child's life is only two months" said Weni.

Dikta looked at the photo in his hand. His body felt lightened coupled with his consciousness that was drifting along. In her hand was a picture of a little baby. A very funny baby.

"Guess what his name is?" ask Weni.

Slowly Dikta raised his head with trembling hands. Dikta started to panic until no sound came out of his lips. Weni even smiled cynically.

"Name Diktaa. Just a thin difference with your name Dikta. Just the name of the child is double letter a," said Weni.

Dikta sebat only pale. Weni who witnessed that instead smiled cynically. The king approached and tried to calm Dikta. Occasionally the King glanced at the photo of the baby in Dikta's hand.

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...To be continued, see you next chapter!...