The Murder of the Beloved
Chapter 21

Living at home, however much he tried to avoid, it was not able to secure himself. There was a time when he met Bram. Despite the presence of his mother, Bram dared to throw a scornful look at him. When his mother did not see. And no matter how he tried not to look, still Bram's intense gaze drew his eyes. When she stared back and challenged him with a look of hatred, revealing all true feelings, Bram smiled and his eyelids flickered. His smile just got wider!

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The days after she said "yes" to Bram, Lilis felt herself treated like a queen. Bram bestows with attention and affection that sometimes feels too much. Lilis felt lulled and happy. It seems to be in a dream realm, or an unreal state. He no longer regretted, or felt the slightest misgivings, for having given all the property he had to the stairs of Bram. His deposits became nil and his house was pawned. And he has not seen a replacement in the form of a safe-deposit bank whose name alone is not mentioned. He said the stock was safe and secure there rather than being kept at home. What if the house arrives robbers or burns? Lilis believed completely.

"Later Bank interest becomes my dependents and the benefits I get transferred in your savings. Look at it later, how your savings will swell." Bram promises with complete confidence.

Dinda was surprised to see her mother so bright as a great loss of sustenance. Lilis often daydreamed with a face full of smiles. His gun filled the air of the house. Bi Iman was also astonished and reported her to Dinda. "Mother is happy."

"Why Bi?"

"Non know?"

"Well, if you know the question time, anyway."

"I don't know either. How could I possibly know that Non just doesn't know. Probably..." Bi Imah quickly closed her mouth with a worried look.

"Perhaps what, Bi?"

"Eh, it's okay Non. I just sprained my tongue."

"Come, dong said Bi. No slippage of the tongue either. I promise I won't tell anyone else."

At first Bi Imah still refused to tell what happened to him just now, but Dinda pressed on, persuading and half threatening. Finally Bi Imah was overwhelmed. "Vowal of yes, Non. Don't tell anyone. Especially with mom. Wooh, I could be expelled."

"I promise, Bi. Why do what say. We are free to think."

"Don't expectant mother, Non!" whispered Bi Imah after looking left right first.

"What?" peekik Dinda's. But he quickly regained his senses after seeing Bu Imah turn pale. He immediately patted Bi Imah's shoulder to calm her down. Bi Imah sat down. "Ouch, Non. Don't forget to keep your promise, yes" he complained of fear.

"Sure, Bi. It's just between us. But where might Bi. Mom is old. He's 37, you know."

"Age of forty can still have children."

"Rubber, Bi?" Dinda insists anxiously. If Bi Imah's conjecture was true, how wretched it would be. That means her mother is tied more tightly to Bram in addition to the extra burden of having to take care of the baby. And Bram had a reason to stay in that house. He complained in his heart. Such a problem had never occurred before. She thought her mother tam might be able to have another child. A little brother who betrays Bram will definitely become a monster. And she will be his nanny one day. Uh, how bad luck like that. If so, should he survive in that house? He became sad suddenly.

"Why Non?" tanya Bi Imah was anxious when she saw Dinda's tears.

Dinda quickly dried her eyes. "It's okay Bi. But I don't believe it. If it's true, Mom's time doesn't say."

Bi Iman nodded. "Betul Non's. Not necessarily true," he said in an entertaining tone. He knew Dinda didn't like the possibility.

But Dinda was still worried. Had the conjecture been true, his mother would have told him. But definitely not now, when the symptoms have not been seen. His mother could certainly estimate how he reacted. Later if his stomach is already bloated then he will feel compelled to tell.

"But that's just Bi Imah's guess," Della said after thinking. "So it's not necessarily true. People who are happy can cause it. Don't worry, Din."

"Is it true that you can get pregnant again, Auntie?"

"Of course it could be if he's still fertile. So does Om Bram."

Dinda became gloomy. What other joy could be the cause?

"Maybe your mother won the lottery, Din," Della guessed. "Or Om Bram made a big profit."

"If so, of course he bought something, Auntie. Whether it's a new car, new jewelry, new furniture, or other new items. But there's nothing new in the house."

Della doesn't know what to say. For a moment I thought this kid was a little weird. Everything else than usual becomes an intense thought material. Is not the worry about something that is not certain even become self-torturing? "Calm down, Din. If that was true, sooner or later he would have told me. But it feels awkward that he waited a long time before telling. I should have been the first one to be told once I knew she was pregnant."

Dinda was a little relieved. "So Aunt isn't so sure?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank God it wasn't so."

"Ah, apparently you're not happy to get Din's sister?"

"Not that question, Auntie. Who was his father."

The slightly taut truth surprised Della. He was revived of Dinda's hatred for Bram. "What about your room door, Din? Do you feel safe now?"

"Oh, it's Auntie. I can sleep well now. He must have known that my door couldn't be opened again. So what's tired of it?"

"Who is he, Din?"

"Who else, Aunt." Dinda immediately recounted her experience peering through a vent in her room. "Home right, no one else Auntie. Bi Imah could not have done that. Especially mother. I didn't see it when I was in front of my door. But he was the only one who was flirting at the time and the door to his room was opposite."

Della's face turned red with anger. He believed in Dinda. "Braken men!" he cusses.

Della's anger made Dinda worried. "Don't tell mom, Auntie. If he was told he wouldn't believe it. So free. Later we are even suspected of slandering. Mom loved that guy so much. Under such circumstances, how could he possibly see his ugliness?"

"You talk like an adult. Can you handle it later? Frankly, I'm very anxious to think about it."

"I'd really like to kick it Auntie."

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to be continued 😂