The Murder of the Beloved
Chapter 67

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"Oh, of course. Come on, tell me."

Bram tells the story of Dinda, a stepson who hates her for taking her mother's love. He described Dinda as a child who fantasizes about terrible things because of reading too much but does not like to hang out. "He's a strange child with a terrible prejudice about the person he hates. Maybe a little less well. But strangely, his relatives supported him and were hostile towards me. They don't want to believe that Lilis really likes to gamble and accuse me so cruelly. Imagine. The boy dared to kick me until my jaw cracked. Isn't that unnatural behavior? Girls are so. Obviously he felt such an incredible hatred that it made me sick."

Maya listened carefully. He looked serious and concerned. Bram was a little wary of watching her. He was almost certain by now, that Maya really did not know about Bagas' meeting with Dinda. "Duh, your story's so exciting, Bram!" his comments after Bram finished telling the story.

"Seru? That's a cruel accusation, May."

"Yes. Was cruel. But you have to understand, the boy's sick. Why do you have to worry about accusations from someone who has such a problem? Let only. Moreover, you're out of his life. You have a new life"

Bram was eager to cheer with happiness. In her eyes, Maya was truly a goddess. "So, you don't believe the charges, do you? Oh, your heart is so noble, May. Thank you very much." Bram knelt in front of Maya and hugged her knee. He put his head on Maya's lap. "I love you, May. It's not my fear when I know what Bagas is doing."

Maya caresses Bram's head. "You don't get mad at Bagas, Bram. He did it for our good, too. He actually did not convey. He did not believe the story of the girl. Try thinking. Had he believed, he would not have waited long to tell me. Why should he trust just anyone. He has his own judgment."

"Yes. Your opinion is correct, May. Just right. Of course I'm not mad at Bagas. He loves you too. But I'm afraid of losing you. I'm so scared, May."

"If you're right, you don't have to be afraid. Love is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's beautiful." Bram looked up and looked at Maya's face. The face is not only beautiful, but also beautiful. She really is a goddess. And the goddess was his.

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The next day, Dinda picked up Johan at school according to their agreement. From school they stopped by Dinda's house first to pick up things that had not been brought last night.

As usual, Dinda went down in front of the house to open the gate so that her father could put the car in the yard. Thus, there is no need to bother removing items to put in the car. He wanted to carry as much as possible but did not want to be seen prominently by the neighbors. But then he was surprised because the gate was unlocked. The padlock following the chain that originally hooked the door was gone. He did not immediately tell his father but opened the door wide. It was only after the car came in and he closed the door again that he told me about it.

Johan's surprised. His face turned pale. "I can't possibly forget. Yesterday I chained up and locked the door myself." He hurried to check the door and the surroundings. But there are no remnants of chains or padlocks scattered.

They both looked at the door of the house. At first glance, there is no abnormality. "You wait here, Dinda. Let me go in first" said Johan.

"No. I'm coming with."

Johan was forced to let Dinda stand by him. It turns out that the door of the house is not locked but just closed. Key found tampered with. After the door opened wide and they entered both were equally shocked. Dinda squealing. The house is chaotic. Chairs and tables.punchback is not bad. Television and radio are gone. Dinda's room is more fucked up. Suitcases, bags and plastic bags that have been prepared to be carried scattered contents. All scattered on the floor. Clothes, books, papers. The glass of the decoration table broke and surprisingly on the cracked glass covered with a thick red liquid. After checking it turned out that the liquid was tomato sauce and bottle chili, because the empty bottles scattered on the floor mixed with other items.

In his heart Johan gave thanks repeatedly. He understood now what Dinda's strange behavior meant yesterday. Dinda was helped by her own instincts. He could not imagine what might happen if Dinda and Bi Imah did not leave the house last night. Didn't the thick red liquid that was clad in the mirror symbolize something? There was only one name that came to his mind, Bram!

Soon, the two of them felt strong again. The surprise has passed. Staying facing reality. For that, of course, it takes a strong condition, both mental and physical.

"Om Bram" said Dinda.

"I think so too. But we can't just indiscriminately accuse him of Dinda. There's no evidence. And I'm sure he's not the one doing this himself. At first glance it seems like an ordinary robbery. But why are robbers so hard to do this? Just grab the valuables, then leave. It could also be that they are destructive to vent anger because the original intention was not fulfilled."

"Yes. They meant to kill me. Or at least hurt me. Doesn't tomato sauce symbolize blood, Dad?" dinda's voice was trembling with a feeling of horror.

"Maybe it's just Dind's threat. Don't think too extreme." Johan did not want to justify because he did not want to make Dinda more anxious.

"I've sensed the threat Well."

"Yes. You should thank me for that gift, Dind. No one has such sensitivity."

"Oh, Dad. I'm so mad at him."

"me too. But anger must not darken our minds."

"Yes. Don't let it happen like it used to."

"Let's check somewhere else, Dind. This one let it go. Don't touch. Let the police check on him."

"Police? Do we need to report this incident, father? It's been proven that they underestimated my opinions and conclusions."

"After all, these events must be reported. We can't and can't afford to be vigilante."

"As far as dad."

Together they searched all the rooms. On the back there are no abnormalities. Then they went up to the attic. Since occupying the guest room, Dinda never moved rooms again or occupied the old room. He felt more practical and comfortable in the lower room because it was close to Bi Imah. Besides that adjacent to his mother's room made him always remember the sad things.

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