The Imperfect Story
Chapter 57

After Kia's departure, Riska was still sitting there pensively. Sip the drinks and breakfast until it runs out. When he was going to pay, he saw a woman and a man who was not a stranger into the cafe.

Riska smiled as she muttered, "Even fate also indirectly helps you, Ms. Kia."

Riska noticed and moved her seat close to them. The woman and the man are none other than Wati and Judge.

Riska secretly starts filming, recording their conversation in the hope that if the time comes, this recording could be new evidence to help Zaskia.

"I still have one more way I can do it" said the Judge.

"What way?" ask Wati.

"Mother Wati act well, being a Mom who is on a straight path. You know what that means?" tanyw Judge again.

"You mean, I'm not straight?" wati's snapping made the Judge blow his breath.

"I mean I'm I'm a repentant mother and want to be a good person." explained Judge, if Wati still does not understand, she just wants to die.

"Do you think I can act like a good person? My son knows that I'm good at acting" Wati interjected.

"Minimal Mother Wati do not be angry anymore. That's enough to convince them." said the judge.

Wati massaged her temple, "Gosh, what kind of acting should I be?" he nodded while thinking.

"As much as Ibu Wati wants to act how, basically, Ibu Wati must help my work to be easier" he said.

Because they felt enough discussion, they went home to launch the action. While Riska, she went to the office to work.

***

Today the shareholders held an important meeting. About the instability of the company and the many complaints from clients.

Mr. Faisal and the others were waiting for Ishmael's arrival in the room. They told Riska to call him to a meeting.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ismail. Today there is a meeting, Mr. Faisal and other shareholders are waiting for your arrival." said Riska politely when he entered a special room belonging to Ismail. Ismail was getting ready to leave his office.

"Tell them to postpone the meeting. I want to go out for a while" he said guiltlessly leaving Riska feeling awry.

Riska knocks on the door of the meeting room, and she goes inside to tell him about a message from Ismail.

"Sorry, Mr. Faisal. Mr. Ismail today cannot participate in this meeting. He asked to postpone this meeting first until he returned to the company" Riska said in a voice trembling with fear.

"Where did Ishmael go?" faisal asked with a slight annoyance.

"Sorry, Mr. Faisal. Mr. Ismail didn't say where he was going, he just said he was going. There may be urgent business." said Riska while looking down.

Faisal breathed a rough breath, visible from the look of his angry face, he massaged his temple.

"I'm sorry, sir." Riska said, looking down again.

***

Bella enters her mother's house with a suitcase. He entered the room that had been uninhabited for a long time and began to clean it, because the dust had already piled up there.

Wati had reached home and was shocked to see the door of his house that was not locked. With slow but sure steps she enters her own home and settles into Bella's wide-open room. The old woman was afraid that it was the thief who went in there carrying all her valuables.

Wati glanced into the room but found no one. While Bella who had just been from the direction of the washing room was amazed to see her mother who peeked at her room.

"Mother!" bella and Wati shouted in shock.

"Devil's son! It might surprise your mother!" Wati stroked her own chest.

"Where's mom from?" bella asked, researching her mother's fashionable clothes.

"Mother of-" her mouth stopped when she remembered the Judge's words. He also had a sad expression.

"You came here by yourself, son?" ask Wati whose purpose is to mince words.

"Yes, Bella was afraid that she would cry alone in this house." Bella said. Wati was actually upset, but he held it.

"Go back there, I'm okay here alone" said Wati lowered her head with a sad expression made up.

Bella sighed, knowing full well that her mother was acting up for attention.

"Look, Mom. You don't have to act angry, sulking and running like this. Isn't Mom happy living there?" ask Bella to go fishing.

"It wasn't your sister who kicked Mom out, was it?" wati.

"Mother is missing. Don't you feel the same way that Zayn did you just throw away? Thank goodness I still have a house, look at Zayn, where is he going?" ask Bella who indirectly gave her advice.

"Mom knows, as thin as this hair of mine is, I still understand religion. And it's time I wake up to Mom now." said Bella stroked her blond hair.

"Are you not afraid? Throw away the child there are his Laws and the most strict Laws are those of the Creator. You know, what punishment does the Creator give you if you keep committing crimes?" bella asked for her answer. Not answered, the listener even looked at the girl.

"If Mother has not changed and suddenly God took the life of Mother in a state of unconverted. The answer is Hell, Mom. Hell's a bitch for a fuckin' mother."

"Do you know the story of hell? Hell is hot, very hot from the fire on earth. There are no fans, no AC and no refrigerator, Mom must be dead of heat there. Not to mention Mother's mouth was stabbed using a torch spear that lit because it always said harsh words." chirped Bella then left her mother to continue berberes room.

Wati gulped her bitter saliva, however what her daughter said was all right. He often heard and read stories about the torment of hell as a child. Even taking the rights of others without the knowledge of the owner is already said to be stealing, and stealing it punishment is cutting off the hand.

Again and again Wati gulped her saliva for a few seconds, but the next second her evil soul came back.

"How dare that stupid kid lecture me! He doesn't know yet, if a bad guy like me is hard to die. I can repent after getting what I want." he murmured inwardly.