The Incomplete Love
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Dicky read a short letter his father had written. He still recognized his father's slightly wavy writing.
Hanna hugged her husband's shoulder. Soon, Babah Liong and Wen Wen entered with small envelopes.
“Dicky, sorry new now this letter we give. Haven't yet asked Oom your address, Mardi breathed his last. As for him, only us and his officers took turns in the hospital. Eliza went on vacation to Bali with her son.”
Wen Wen handed the small envelope and said, “In this envelope there is a safe deposit box key at Bank Turi. They need keys and codes. Your father used the birthday of Mariam, Aisya, and you. We don't know what it is.”
Babah Liong pat Dicky on the shoulder, lamu expressed his heart, “What Mardi did was wrong, he has betrayed his family. At least he does not deny. His marriage to Eliza made him suffer. But he always said this was his punishment for sinning and hurting you. Oom hope, you will forgive your father.”
Dicky stared at the envelope in his hand with a blank look.
“Now you go to the bank, take care of your father's legacy. Later Oom and Aunt will help settle the store next to.”
***
In the safe deposit box room, Dicky's hands trembled as he turned the key and pressed the secret code. As soon as the door opened he could see his father's neat writing on top of a green card: For dear Aisya and Dicky.
Dicky blinked his eyes.
Two deposits worth one hundred million each were given to Latifah and Fatimah.
A three-hundred-million-dollar deposit on Dicky's behalf with a message, which touches tacked on it.
“Bapak did not have time to finance your college. Allow me to equip your children.”
Then a bankbook in the name of Muhammad Dicky Pahrevi. With a message attached containing, “Bapak does not know if this is enough to pay Ibrahim's debt. I just don't want my favorite son to be difficult.”
Dicky looked up at the deposited balance listed in it: 1 billion rupiah.
“Mas, the book has not been signed yet. Means you immediately deposit and do not see again,” said Hanna Lirih, touched by how it turns out Dicky's father really loves his children.
“Obrahim's debt has been cut off and there are only a hundred million left. There's still plenty left without taking the flowers, too. Riba.”
“In syaa Allah can for lunch Latifah and Fatimah.”
Dicky looked down sluggishly, his eyes soft.
“Honey, I feel guilty for being hostile to Mr.”
“Mas must have felt pain to see Mom hurt by Mr.”'s betrayal
“Banget. Moreover Eliza it likes show off spoiled in front of Mom.”
Dicky suddenly cupped Hanna's face.
“I'm afraid..fear khilaf kayak Father and hurt you and our children.”
“Hanna too, Mas. We take care of each other, yes, and pray the most important, may our way of life and marriage be safeguarded with God.”
Dicky stuck his forehead to the forehead of the woman he loved so much. Then Hanna hugged him tightly.
“I love you, Hanna Adinda.”
“I love you too Muhammad Dicky Pahrevi.”
***
A bilboard was attached to the square with a photo of Eliza plastered there.
“Restore our money, Eliza Linggarwati. Then the number is 5 billion.”
In the middle of what used to be Mardi's, Eliza called someone who had been her protector. A man who had an important position in the area. The man who had always been a friend but friendly both when he was still the wife of Mardi and Daru.
“Job!” Eliza slams her hape.
His emotions were so hard on his ears that he did not hear any slow steps but surely entered his house.
A woman with cynical eyes looked at Eliza.
“It's no use anymore that you called my husband.”
Eliza turned to the origin of the voice. The woman stepped gracefully. His hair is neatly arranged, his clothes are designed by famous designers, not to mention bags and shoes whose graduates need their own language science.
“Those years, I'm waiting for this moment, Eliza. Looking at you, falling into the deepest abyss and even my husband or any other man you use is no longer willing to lift you up.”
“Mother Petra ..” great-grandson Eliza, her face deathly pale.
“You think I don't know who Eliza is ? Fish that play in large ponds. You think your bed games can save you? Remember, anchovies will be forever teri.”
Eliza was speechless. His mouth is like a goldfish. She knew the classy woman in front of her was Ms. Petrania Alexandra, the wife of Mr. Adiyusuf, a bedmate who was an official there.
Not long after, two footsteps crept in. Eliza looks like a demon. Two women whose husbands also often played in bed with him stood in the main doorway.
“Eh, Nes, Ti, in. We want to fry anchovies,” said Petra casually, his eyes can not be separated from Eliza.
“Saw?” Eliza did not expect, the matter of the material store would be revealed as well.
“Ck, basic dongok usually ngengkes doang. Look,” said Nessa impatiently and then brandishing his hape.
Footage of Blessing Shop employees complaining to TV reporters is enlivening the virtual universe. The face of a small person who was trying to make netizens in Indonesia Raya congregate to blaspheme Eliza.
“I .. I can return the money. Please, unplug the bilboard. It must be Petra's mother who installed it, right?”
“The three of us put up. You survived because our depraved husbands protected you. Yes, our husbands are not holy people. We are not even clean from sin. When you hear you steal a lot of people's money especially small people, it's time we bully you,” said a woman named Nessa with a cold face.
“Seyuyurnya we no longer care, our husband is sleeping with whom,” Petra said no matter.
Tia connect, “Udah immune. Also clash they already got a younger replacement than you ..”
“We accept this crazy wedding and try to be sane in it for our children. But we can't stand it the least if there is a greedy actor like you who oppresses small people. What you take is the money of people who seriously save for the future of their children!” Snap Petra again.
“I can return investors' money and pay employees' salaries. And I will also go away from the husbands of all Mothers,” great-grandson Eliza in a compassionate tone.
“Teri yes teri. Denger, this case has exploded, yes at least you will be subject to fraud. Beb Tia, how did your boys tell you to bring this to the office?”
“Udin, Beb, at most five minutes nyampe. I want a video-in,” says a woman named Tia who is blonde while chuckling.”
“Lu still have to pay, but your house will slide a little, the pager is high and many are guarding,” Petra remains cold looking at the woman who diligently gives warmth to her husband.
“Pity, I have a child, still underage.”
“Women cheap! Are you the same as Aunt Mariam? Do you think my children are left by their father for days to rub your body?” Nessa Jerks.
Fieryly, Nessa connect, “I used to owe my Mother a lot of the same Aunt Mariam. At the beginning of his career as a designer, Aunt always supply good fabrics with sloping prices for my mother. You're just a nurse who nyodorin body until Oom Mardi sleeps with you. Aisya, that's my best friend. He cried the same at the time. And now, you're playing with my man. This asshole is a girl! I want to jambak it feels.”
Nessa gets up about to invade Wliza but is held back by the two friends.
Eliza did not dare to argue, she knew that igniting the anger of three influential women in her area was the same as seeking death.
Three policemen broke into the house, providing arrest warrants. Eliza looked down, no more arrogance on her face. It just occurred to Karenina.
***
Dicky and Hanna wait for Eliza who is being taken from the detention room. Dicky held onto Hanna's hand. He knew the atmosphere of the place opened up bad memories for his wife.
The door opened, Eliza entered in a prisoner's uniform. No more short skirts and sexy clothes wrapped around her body. Hanna noticed a thin bruise on the cheekbones and eyelids of women who usually always thought it was low.
Eliza did not open her mouth. His eyes continued to stare at Dicky with an indecipherable look.
“Read,” said Dicky, his hand pushing a letter from the hospital where he practices.
DNA REPORT
It states that a sample of Karenina Mardi's DNA from a swab sample of the cheek mucous membrane has 0% similarity to Muhammad Dicky Pahrevi's DNA.
Dicky looked at Eliza with a hateful look.
“Karenina is not your child with Father, right?”
Eliza looked down for a moment. Suddenly a terrible laugh came out of his mouth.
“Hhhhaaah, Mardi, Mariam, her children are fools! You guys are too innocent looking at the world, wishing everyone was as good as you. Yes, Karenina is not Mardi's flesh blood, I faked her DNA results.”
Eliza laughed again. Laughing at the mentally ill.
“He's not your father, but he should be our son, Dicky. That night I heard Mariam calling Mardi saying that you were going to stop by the house soon. I made you a cup of coffee with stimulants. Eh the one who came even his father. But ..”
Whispering Eliza said, “Your father's wig is delicious too, I'm sure with Mariam he's never that wild.” Psycho laughter again filled the gloomy 3x4m room.
Hanna was holding her husband. Dicky's hands were clenched tightly.
“Mas we're out, come on!” Hanna tugged at her husband with all her might so as not to attack Eliza.
Feeling that her power was running out, Hanna took a stand and whispered, “Don't let your heart be possessed by demons. That woman is not your mahram, it is illegal for you to touch let alone hit her. Istighfar same Hanna, yuk.”
Hanna's voice was soft and soothing. The bubbling anger in Dicky's chest disappeared with Hanna's touch on her cheek.
“Liat me, Mas. All done.”
Dicky touched Hanna's face. Look at him full of love.
It only took a split second for Eliza to jump and thrust the handle of her toothbrush into Hanna's back.
“Hanna!”
***