The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
Finally Caught

"Why are you careless anyway?, how dare he appear in a public place, this is again rame, everyone on the street" grumbled Fikri, he spoke half whispered, because he was conscious, he was aware, they're in the police lair.

"But I'm worried about Marisa Kak, she was alone here" said Dery.

"Yes ..., but look at the consequences, it only adds to the problem right?", Fikri looked at.

"Keep ..., now how ?, I've been here", Dery seemed resigned.

Fikri thought for a moment, he looked at Dery . "You have been proven guilty, witnesses and evidence have incriminated you, I myself am confused to defend you", Fikri said.

"Especially the person you have hit and run is Abah and Umi, there is no way that I defend you more than them",

"I owe them a lot of gratitude, let alone me again targeting the position of Abah's successor, where maybe I am against it" explained Fikri.

"Yes.I also understand, I understand", Dery is getting down.

"Keep...., what about Marisa Sis?, pity her, just gave birth again, even I have not seen my son", Dery looked down, there was a hunk of regret in his heart.

It turns out that his wild attitude and urgency is now detrimental to many people, even his newborn child was affected.

"You've been wet already.., yes already let's just take a shower, you just melt" look at Fikri.

Dery clenched his eyebrows together, he did not understand what Fikri was talking about.

"So...how do you mean?", Dery looked at Fikri.

Fikri looked around, it felt safe, there was no police watching them.

"Dery..., can you help us all?",

Dery was more confused, he did not understand where the direction of Fikri's conversation.

"Look, you've already been proven guilty, so you admit all the charges against me" Fikri said.

"I mean..., I have to admit that the cause of the children is poisoning me?, right?",

Fikri looked at Dery and held his hand.

"Yes, like that", look at Fikri, he seemed to want to dive into Dery's heart.

"Don't dong Kak, my case is already heavy, if plus it, the heavier, I can be old here, what about Marisa and her son", Dery stared at me.

"That's it..., if we both are languishing here?, it's worse for Marisa, there are no more protectors and helpers for her and her child, you don't want your child abandoned?", fikri Urge.

Dery lowered his head, his hands propped up, his heart broken, he was faced with two difficult things.

If he does not comply with the proposal from Fikri, maybe they both will likely deal with the Police. Of course Marisa will be alone without protection.

But if he complies, that means, the case will be more severe, and it will be more difficult for him to be free from police entrapment.

"How?, think carefully, it concerns Marisa and your son too", Fikri looked back at Dery who was now completely down, Dery buried his head into the table in front of him.

'Must do this?, admit to a mistake I didn't make?', inner Dery spoke.

"That's enough sir, when the suspect entered his room" an officer approached them.

"Oh yes sir, please!", Fikri now stands, he holds Dery's shoulder.

And Dery raised his head, he looked resigned, he complied when he was brought officers into the cell.

Fikri escorted him by holding Dery's shoulder. "Think carefully!", whispered Fikri.

With a shunt step, Dery entered a damp room measuring four times four, which was once lived by Robi and Badrun.

The officers closed the door and locked it.

Dery was still dreaming, he was standing facing the wall, 'Is this the end of all my adventures in the dark world?', Dery said.

"Der..", call Fikri.

"Sister.., I picked Marisa and my son", said Dery.

"Yes.., take it easy, you don't worry, Marisa and your son will be my dependents, we share for the task", Fikri spoke again in a voice that almost whispered.

"I'm home, sorry Marisa's still there",

Fikri immediately passed while whistling, Fikri was able to pitch calmly again, all his wrong actions he inflicted back to Dery. Fikri is now back at the Hospital.

*****

The Hospital

Ms. Arimbi and Tiara, who were following Bi Iroh, did not expect that they would be taken to the postpartum maternal and child care room.

"Doc...Doc ..., I brought a person who is willing to donate blood" said Bi Iroh

"Ma.ri.saa.".", Tiara could clearly see that the woman lying limp on the patient's bed was Marisa, her college friend."

"Marisa..?", Ms. Arimbi parroted.

He can still remember it. Marisa, a woman who had been close to her son Robi, and in the end, Marisa could tease Briant, until Bu Arimbi let her be deported.

" Let's just go, I don't like to see it", Ms. Arimbi back right wants to leave Marisa's room.

"But Ma'am, he's in need of blood, pity him", whine Tiara.

Two nurses approached them and examined and took blood samples.

After the test, the blood did not match. Marisa's condition is getting weaker.

"Mother said also what, do not bother to help him, he also likes to bother people", Ms. Arimbi immediately left the room Marisa, followed by Tiara.

Bi Iroh has rained tears, "Neng Istighfar Neng, you must be strong, remember your son, he still needs you very much", Bi Iroh continues to talk to Marisa so that her consciousness is maintained.

"Suster...., could you please bring the baby here?", pinta Bi Iroh.

"I'm sorry...Mom, can't, the baby's safe" the nurse smiled.

"Tok..., here's my friend, who knows what the patient's match is" Tiara re-entered with Nyimas.

Nyimas was quickly brought in and examined Sister .

"So, this is blood" the nurse tells the doctor who is treating Marisa who looks to be critical.

The Doctor and Nurse deftly transfused the blood into Marisa's body, and after a few minutes, Marisa seemed to have stabilized.

"Alhamdulillah., thank you Neng, for saving Mother's child", Bi Iroh approached Nyimas who came in a wheelchair.

"Thank you Neng....",

"Nyimas his name is Bu", sambar Tiara. He gave Nyimas' name to Bi Iroh.

"Nyimas...., so Neng this Nyimas?", Bi Iroh looked closely at Nyimas, he seemed to want to penetrate the veil he was wearing, he wanted to see firsthand his face, is this the same Nyimas?.

But Bi Iroh still did not recognize him, because indeed the time had passed a few years, and now Nyimas had covered part of his face with niqob.

Nyimas stared fixedly at Marisa, the look on her face similar to Fikri made her eyes dewy. The old wounds are back.

But Nyimas did not turn on Marisa, she had nothing to do with the events that Fikri had done, only the blood relation she had, as the younger sister of Fikri.

Outside the room, Fikri who had just barged in, because he had just received news that his sister was critical.

"Marisa..!!!", Fikri appeared before everyone in the room, Tiara, Bu Arimbi, Nyimas, and Bi Iroh stared straight at him.

"Ustad Fikri...?", Tiara was immediately shocked.

"Who is Marisa..?, why does Ustad Fikri seem so worried" Tiara murmured.