THE VIRGIN WHO WAS (ALMOST) STAINED
Karmas

"What do you mean, you reported Mirna's future husband to the police station? Huh!"

Julian's forehead creased, but soon Julian's smile grew. "So my report's been processed?"

"What do you mean? Huh! You think Reynan's parents are gonna shut up? Remember, Jul! You are no match for the Reynan family! You're just a piece of trash that he can libas at any time."

"Loh, Mr. Rastam this is weird. I'm dealing with Reynan, so why is Mr Rastam angry? If Reynan is innocent, ask to face it. Reynan's a man, right, sir? Not ..." Julian replies to relax. His heart also rumbled. He wanted to beat up the old man, but Julian chose to hold back. After all, it was easier that his position went awry.

"Yes obviously not afraid, only you will not regret if you lose and instead you go to prison. Just got rich a little. It's clear that your wife is wrong, a soft man, a bad boy's mentang so ..."

"ONCE AGAIN MR. RASTAM SAID I WAS A BASTARD! DON'T BLAME ME FOR DRAGGING ME TO JAIL!" Julian went straight up. Anyone who saw Julian shouting was filled with anger, astonished at this moment. Julian's three wives also panicked and tried to restrain Julian in order to control his emotions.

"Curtain! Ngaca. If you are not a bastard, then where is your father? Everyone knows, Jul. Ever since your mother moved to this village, she hasn't brought a husband. When asked which husband, the answer was not clear."

"ASSHOOK!" julian's anger was mounting, his chest flailing with reddened eyes. He was about to attack Mr. Rastam but was detained by his three wives as well as some neighbors.

Mr. Rastam was also asked to leave immediately by neighbors and people who witnessed the quarrel. Many people were regretting the attitude of the middle-aged man. Mangtang mentang nicknamed the richest person in the village, the man was always careless in his attitude.

Mr. Rastam himself left the place with the sound of a triumphant laughter. He felt satisfied because he had opened the disgrace of a child who he thought did not know himself. Though from the beginning Mr. Rastam and Julian have never been involved in conflict at all. Everything that happened between them was because of Mirna's complaint that turned the facts upside down.

"Already, I'm patient. Later that person will also be silent on his own if he knows the truth. There is no need to fight people like that with emotions," Namira advised her husband as soon as they entered the house on the advice of some residents.

"Where are the emotions, Dek? I've always been a bastard, which I can take for granted."

"I know, Mas. Not everyone will take it for granted if insulted. But you want how else, want to prove also free right? There he'll be more and more looking for a loophole to continue insulting Mas Jul."

Mendenngar and digesting the words of his three wives certainly made Julian can calm down faster. What they say is true, against people like Mr. Rastam it is not necessary to use emotions. Just be patient and let time answer it later.

"Now I believe that karma exists" Safira also opened her voice.

"You mean, Fir. Jul got that karma?" ask Kamila.

"Yes not a frown. But Jul remember? Without feeling first why us if we are cheap girls just because we say we like it first?"

The deg!

Julian gasped to hear it. Of course, he still remembered his actions like that. He used to insult the three women without any clear evidence, and now Julian feels for himself how his heartache is being accused and insulted in the absence of evidence.

"You're right, Deck. Maybe this is karma for Mas," Julian said staring at his three wives. There was no emotion in his eyes. There was only a sad face like full of regret. "It turns out that this hurt yeah, Dek, was insulted on false charges. Sorry."

Julian's wives stared at each other for a moment. "We're sorry, Mas Jul, really," Safira replied. "Even if I remember myself, that doesn't mean I'm not sorry Jul. It's just a lesson, if we have to be careful in our attitude."

Julian smiled faintly. "Still, Deck. All of our actions turn out to be turned on our own, either through the same person or a different person. Just like I did."

Julian's three wives simultaneously smiled.

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