The Pursuit of Love Om Doctor
Raka Escape

"How ?" Mami Rachel asked a little nervously. He was pecking his face in the mirror, rubbing a bright red lipstick onto his sexy lips. Outside, the twilight had started disappearing into the night. Time for Rachel's mom to act because the King's Club is always crowded with visitors, even full booking.

"Berez, Mi." Answer someone on the other end of the phone.

"Good ! Take it directly to the address I sent. Leave it there until it's all safe." Mommy Rachel's orders again. Now her hands are squeezing the tip of the perfume bottle, spraying it under her ears, wrists, and in the areas of the limelight.

Staring at the reflection of her body in the mirror wearing this red dress seemed to remind her of something. Ah, he forgot again. His hands were massaging his temples, suddenly feeling dizzy.

"Luna ! Please get me a drink." His orders were to the woman who was standing not far from him. The one called Luna according to. Put the lipstick and powder back into the bag, then walk out the toilet.

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Aksa decided to immediately bring Aris' body back home to be buried immediately. As Hilda regains consciousness, she hysterically hears Aris, her husband dies. It was so exciting that he fainted again

The image is busy taking care of everything, of course, Lena helps. Aunt Mia and Om Hardi also came to recite their condolences.

Roy, Ricky and Satria will help with the funeral.

People gathered in the middle room. The body is placed in the middle of waiting to be sholatan.

The image sits not far from Hilda. Suddenly Aksa entered with reddened eyes, a look down. It was clear to her face that she was being destroyed. His gaze was straight on Aris' corpse until Aksa saw the helpless Hilda sitting leaning against the wall. The eyes are swollen but no longer shed tears. Aksa walked over to her mother, still bowing her head. Set her seat next to Hilda. Hilda raised her face looking at Aksa then embraced Aksa's arm. The crying broke again. Aksa's gaze shifted to look at the father who was stretched stiff inside the coffin covered with green cloth.

Until a few days passed, inside the house turned so quiet, quiet. Hilda who was so excited by the presence of Citra, now only occasionally seen out of the room and back again. The image also fell. But looking at those who were completely destroyed, made Citra strive to understand. Not asking anything or bothering them first. Aksa and Hilda need time to be alone and accept everything. Looks like she was when she lost her mother, and also her baby.

That night, Hilda handed A letter to Aksa.

"Mama found this letter under the folds of the shirt. Maybe papa wants to give it to you when you get home." Hilda arranged her sitting position next to Aksa.

Aksa.

"But maybe he didn't think you'd accept it under these circumstances." Hilda.

Hilda wiped her nearly wet tears again. He chose to leave Aksa alone to read the letter. Citra was still standing in the doorway staring at Aksa. He wouldn't leave his stuff for a minute, even if it had to be from a distance.

Aksa started reading the letter.

"Aksa, papa missed you so much lately. Somehow the distance between us grew, our relationship was so cold, it rarely spoke. Papa Rasa, papa the reason for all this.

Papa knows, you look at papa as a failed father, a selfish father and have paid less attention to you since childhood.

But papa never felt like a failure.

Papa open failed to be your father, papa failed to be your friend, accompany you. Too busy working and too ambitious to ignore your wishes.

Papa knows you'll achieve whatever you want. That's why papa's forcing you to do what you can't do like every father.

Forgive me if possible, son.

Papa misses you so much, Aksa.

Papa remembers the little things. You remember ? I used to accompany you for walks in the park when you were a kid.

If you go home, I want us to talk a lot, spend time together."

Aksa's chest feels tight. So tight. His eyes are wet again. The image could not stand it anymore, he moved up and approached Aksa, sitting beside Aksa.

"Papa Aris is crazy about you, Mas. But somehow there are no words between you." Say Citra lirih.

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That afternoon Roy receives a call from Satria.

"How's Roy ? There's been a subpoena from the police to come and testify ?" Tanya Satria wants to make sure Raka's case is running smoothly or not.

Roy was a little surprised. After a few days, he realized there was no such thing.

"Yet, Sat." Answer Roy.

"Freaky kok ? It's been almost a week ? Why didn't you tell me, Roy ?!" Satria panic. Something's not right.

"Where do I know, Sat. Because of Om Aris' death, I'm so out of focus." Roy acknowledged.

"Today I have important business, have not been able to check with the police directly. If you have time later at noon, try to ask directly." Satria. Roy nodded in understanding.

"Why don't I remember at all ? Am I getting senile ?" His curse to himself.

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Roy moves without instructions from Aksa. He and Satria went to the police station closest to his basecamp, checking his complaint report a few days ago.

"Who went to handle the case yesterday ?" Ask the police chief to someone standing next to him.

Some of the names of the police mentioned were already a few days after the incident they were no longer seen coming to duty.

Weird ! Roy was aghast, clutching the back of the chair firmly until his hand muscles tightened.

Shit ! Someone fooled him ! Who sabotaged those cops ? He should have not rushed away yesterday.

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"Why didn't we notice yesterday ?" Roy still doesn't believe himself to be so late.

"Maybe someone else planned it. Raka in such conditions would not be able to do many things. Who do you think did it ?" Racau Satria as his feet continued to walk offset Roy's slowing steps.

"I know who did it !" Said Roy suddenly, still peeking beside Satria.

"Who ?" Satria was beginning to be patient.

"Mommy Rachel." There was an inexplicable emotion from that tone of voice.

"We need to find Raka soon, Roy ! I'm afraid he'll be even more daring to terrorize Citra. Mr. Aris is gone. If the brand wants a director position, the next goal is..." Satria has not finished his words.

"Aksa !" Sela Roy's.

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Seriate,