The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
Foul Intentions

"Kabur...?, why run away?, why run away?", muttered Ilyas, he who knew nothing looked dumb, as well as Ronald.

"We'll just meet Abah, let Abah know" Mang Daman asked. They then walked towards Abah's house.

From far away Abah is still on the front porch, accompanied by Umi and Nyimas, Risman was there, he was struggling in the hands of Nyimas.

"How, where is Ustad Fikri?", asked Abah as soon as Mang Daman, Ilyas and Ronald were in front of him, Abah looked impatient.

"There was no Abah, Ustad was not in the cowboy, instead we were forced to open the door, the door was locked, fearing Ustad was so desperate", Mang Daman smiled.

"I mean.?. Suicide so?, ah...When this Daman existed, when Fikri made that determination, Abah knew who Fikri was, he was a strong person", defended Abah.

"Well..., where are we going?, right from now we are here listening to the lecture, then came the four police brought Ustad Fadil, if Fikri out?, yes....pass here", explain Umi while pointing at the road in front of her house.

"Yes ..also", Mang Daman and the others nodded their heads in a sign of understanding Umi's words.

"Try to find Mang once again, also tell the students to come look for him around the cottage, because if it goes outside, it is impossible", Abah ordered.

"Both Abah", Mang Daman then returned to look for Ustad Fikri again with the students, Ronald and Ilyas also joined, because they were also looking to meet with Ustad Fikri.

"Okay...., there is only, we ask Mr. Robani to help accompany Ustad Fadil and Ustad Dzaqi at the Police Station" Abah proposed.

"Yes.., pity them", agree Umi.

"That was asking Mr. Robani for help first, only he could help", Abah was seen talking through his cell phone.

"Alhamdulillah.., he was ready, Abah so embarrassed, we used to be mistaken for Robi, but now even we are a lot of trouble Robi family" said Abah in a soft tone.

"Have.., don't be taken anymore, Umi is sure they are good people, there can't be any grudges in their hearts",

"We go in, Abah must rest, here the wind is strong", Umi pushes Abah's wheelchair into the house without waiting for Abah's approval, Nyimas and Risman followed.

In kobong, all santri rame-rame looking for Ustad Fikri, they even looked to the back garden, and to the river where Robi found first, but Ustad Fikri still not found.

Everyone seems confused, where else to look. Whereas, what they were looking for was now hiding in the hills, he was devising a plan.

Yes, Ustad Fikri is now in the place where Robi used to be, where Robi fell into the ravine, precisely to the north of Pondok Al-Furqon.

Fikri could even see the santri who were busy looking for him from up there.

"I'm sorry guys, this is forced, I saved myself from the police, even though I had to sacrifice you Tiara" Fikri muttered.

"But look at it later, I'll come back here again, on a path you never expected", furious Ustad Fikri.

"It's all because of you Tiara, I'm so because of my love for you, I've come to justify all the means to get you, I won't waste my sacrifice, you and this cottage must be mine!", the Ustad Fikri.

"How is it not?", cried Mang Daman to the santri who were already at the end of the river.

"There is no Mang", replied santri simultaneously.

"Already...already....already, we return to the cottage, here to gather first", orders Mang Daman, he waved his hand to all the santri to gather where he stood.

"We'd better go back, Ustad Fikri is a smart guy, he's got a good reason to do all this, you know, Ustad Fikri is a senior here, in fact he was his son-in-law Abah, even a replacement for Abah again, if Ustad decided to leave, surely he had a good reason, there was no way he could just leave, leave everything", explain Mang Daman.

"Yes..., but why yes...?, did Ustad go without saying goodbye to catch up with Tiara Tea?", said one of the students.

"Everything makes sense, yes.., but do not know which one is right?", said Mang Daman, he shrugged both his shoulders.

"Or don't-don't" said Ronald , he hung his speech.

"Don't what?, that's the obvious talk, don't be curious" Ilyas nudged Ronald's arm.

"This is just my guess, Ustad Fikri went what because of the arrival of the Police?", guess Ronald.

All are now silent, looking at each other .

"Police?, why should they also go because of them?, if not guilty should not be afraid" said Mang Daman

"Yes already!, we just go back to the cottage, look and check all his friends, is it kumplit?, do not let anything disappear again, add the hassle later", Mang Daman circulated his gaze to all the santri who participated.

"Already.., safe Mang, all is complete" said santri almost simultaneously.

They finally returned to Pondok with various questions and various allegations in their minds related to the disappearance of Ustad Fikri from Pobdok Al-Furqon, Pondok who had raised him with religious knowledge.

****

The Police Station

The car carrying Ustad Fadil has arrived at Parkiran, they are all down. Ustad Fadil was seen in the dribble coming in with his handcuffed hands, from behind following Ustad Dzaqi.

They were all facing a Chief there, he was Mr. Rusman.

Mr. Rusman looked fixedly at Ustad Fadil who was sitting in front of him with his head down.

Although he had only met with Ustad Fikri several times, when delivering Dery first, but Mr. Rusman still seems to recognize the look on the face of Ustad Fikri.

"What are the times not wrong people?", looked at Mr. Rusman to his four men alternately.

"Every , no sir!", said the police behind Ustad Fadil.

"You still know me, Ustad Fikri?", asked Mr. Rusman.

"Fikri.., I am Fadil Pak", said Ustad Fadil.

Suddenly the four policemen standing behind Ustad Fadil, shocked by the shock, looked at each other .

"Don't lie to you" said Mr. Rusman.

"True sir, I'm Fadil, not Fikri.

Mr. Rusman looked back at his four men. "How is this?",

"So this isn't Ustad Fikri?" said the policeman who handcuffed Ustad Fadil.

"Yes sir, he's Ustad Fadil", defend Ustad Dzaqi.

"Terus .., this time in the mosque, he said Ustad Fikri who was lecturing, so we immediately arrested him earlier",

"Oh .., apparently Ustad Fikri already knew the arrival of the Fathers, until he waved to me, to replace him, and after Ustad Fikri left, I was on the pulpit", ustad Fadil.