The Murder of the Beloved
Chapter 59

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"What do you want to ask me?"

The young man became nervous by the attitude of Dinda's judges. Her face flushed.

"Please ask." Dinda became pity. It seems that people like this are harmless. But he still would not open the door, according to his father's message. A person can never be judged from the outside, no matter how he looks.

"Lookin deck. I just want to make sure, is it true that Om Bram has lived here and his late wife named Lilis?"

"It's really mas. Miss Lilis is my mother. Om Bram was only about eight months into my mother's husband."

"Yes. I asked my aunt next door. Must be the story, huh?"

"of course. Just got the story."

"Shoulder? So just now?"

"Yes. Why why?"

"I spoke to him over a month ago. Why hasn't he told you since then?"

"Where do I know. I may not be home often. Or he just remembered after seeing a car hanging out there. But why didn't you from that moment also question me. How about the same neighbor."

The young man's face flushed again. "Sorry, deck. I thought I was asking the neighbors. If you ask directly the same adek, fear of suspicion. Then it doesn't feel good if you don't talk directly. I don't know why. Then I come again."

"Cong you waited a long time ago?"

"Oh, I eat bread first. And I also estimate the sister must have eaten after school. So I don't want to disturb."

Dinda nodded. "alright. What is the purpose of asking that?"

The young man looked to the right left first. It's not good to talk outside the fence, but what power is not welcome in. He understands. He is still suspected. "Look. I was told by my aunt to check Om Bram's testimony. He wants to know, Om Bram said the truth or not. Aunt Maya, as her name was proposed by Om Bram to be married."

"Oh, I see," Dinda's feelings were suddenly overwhelmed with horror. He became anxious about the fate of the woman named Maya.

"Why did my sister turn pale?" ask the young man.

"Tante Maya wasn't married to Om Bram, was she?" Dinda asserted without answering the question.

"It has. About a month ago."

"What's? Already?" dinda said, forgetting to control her voice. When he noticed the gazes of passers-by, he hurriedly opened the gate. "We talk inside the mas," He let the young man in, and then shut the door.

The young man reached out his hand. "My name is Bagas."

"Minda."

Bagas was stunned to feel the coldness of Dinda's hand. But he was happy because he was welcome in. He was trusted as a good person.

They sit on the terrace.

"So when you came to the next door, your aunt wasn't married to Om Bram?" ask Dinda. The feeling that he and the young man were in fate prompted him to act familiar.

"Not yet."

Bagas looked at wonder. On his face was an emergency. "What's up with him, Dind? Is he a sadist? I don't want my aunt to be anything."

Dinda looked at Bagas' face. He felt sympathy. "Do you love my aunt? Does he have no children?"

"I'm just a nephew. But she took care of me like a child."

"My mom had me when they got married, but my mom never trusted my instincts that man was no good. He trusted her love more. Yes, mother's love is sincere. But Bram's love is dreadful."

Bagas terbangu for a moment. "My aunt loves him" he said softly, half complaining.

Dinda looked at Bagas' face. He secretly acknowledged the handsome face of the young man. Bagas looks like a soap opera star he has ever watched. "Your daughter must be beautiful" he said.

"Yes. She is beautiful. Oh, I almost forgot. A moment." Bagas opened his bag. He pulled out a brown cover. "Here are some photos of my aunt's marriage to Om Bram. You can make sure my words are right. Well, who knows he's another Bram."

Dinda looked at the photos. Just like his blood was boiling to see Bram together as a bride with another woman. He remembered his mother. If only his mother was alive, he could show the photo and prove how fierce Bram is. See how Bram's face beamed with happiness and how his eyes looked at his bride with love. Oh, dreadlocks.

After his emotions subsided, his attention turned to the bride. It's true she's beautiful. More beautiful than her mother. Just like her mother, she looks happy. Dinda frowned. He looked more closely at the bride's face. Is he really as happy as he looks?

"Why Dinda? You glared for so long," reprimanded Bagas anxiously. "Do you recognize my aunt? Maybe you've seen it?"

"No. I don't, know him. But she is beautiful. Tell me, what exactly did your aunt see in Om Bram? Is that so great is the appeal?"

Bagas couldn't help but laugh. "Well, how do I know. Your mother was interested in him, right? You don't like him, do you?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm not just not into it. I hate him!"

Bagas was surprised "Will you tell me what Om Bram's ugliness really looks like so I can remind my aunt?"

"The story is long. Very, very long. He was only a short time my mother's husband, but the story was a lot," Dinda suddenly felt sad. Retelling everything means refreshing bad memories.

Bagas saw Dinda's sadness. "I'm sorry, Din. Must be hard for you to tell, huh? Just sometime then. I'm sorry I made you sad." He was very curious when he wanted to know at that moment.

Dinda shakes. "No mas. I have to tell her not to fall victim again."

"Fell victim?" Bagas widened his eyes.

"Yes. Don't be the next victim. But before I tell you anything, may I ask you about your date status and celebrate her?"

"Auntie is a widow, childless, and quite wealthy from the legacy her late husband left behind."

"Just right! My mother is not rich, but she has few possessions. After my mother died, her property ran out. The word Bram is used for gambling, but I'm sure my mom doesn't like to gamble."

"You mean that Om Bram is the kind of man who memorizes his wife's possessions?"

"That's fine. But it's very likely your daughter won't believe it. Love has blinded the deceived women of Bram. I have experience with my mother. He doesn't trust me. I have reminded and determined to take care of him. But how could I possibly be able to? I didn't actually manage to protect her."

"Say, both of his ex-wives died in an accident."

"Yes. Seems so. Ah, you're very curious, aren't you? Alright. I'll tell you the full story." Dinda took the envelope with the photo.

Then Bi Imah came out. "Non's got a call from Johan's sir."

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