Two Traitors
Eps. 60 LEGAL UMBRELLA

Pov Arfan

After finishing chatting, Saiful also said goodbye to search for life.seeking sustenance from the trash to other garbage bins, to survive in the middle of the harsh city of Jakarta. not to forget Before leaving he left his house first, because according to him even though in his house there are no valuable items, but maintaining the property is mandatory law.

After Saiful's departure, I was just silent in the narrow space but did nothing. I was bored to go out, to train my footsteps, not using a crutches.

"Well?" the voice of the child asking.

I quickly turned my body, turned to the direction of the voice.seen her son Bu Narti who was standing looking at me. In his hand there is a plastic bag of groceries, Maybe he just came home from the stall told by his mother.

"Learning ways?" answer honestly.

"It's a big time still learning, losing just as I dong." his lips showed his innocence as a child.

Hearing his words like that, I just smiled without caring about his words. "Where's Tong coming from?" ask me to divert the conversation.

"Repo!" he said as he passed away, as if he had no sin, but the first one asked him himself.

"Basic Bocil!" I muttered with a smile, then I continued my training, without caring for her son Narti's mother who was no longer seen. was bored walking in the Gang in front of Saiful House, Saiful, I also decided to return to the house of Umar.

After being in front of his house, seen Mr. Umar who was tidying up a garbage bottle of drinks.

"Assynogaal?" I said as I approached.

"Girlwindsalam! Great wow! you can walk." Said Mr. Umar, who showed a look of admiration.

"A little bit, Sir! let's get used to it quickly." I replied then sat on a squat chair, which seemed to have faded color, even one of his legs was cracked.

"If we don't get used to it, we'll get used to walking with a stick." The response of Mr. Umar, his busy hand separates between the bottle and the cover.

"Yes, sir! Oh yeah, why is this separated by the cover?" I asked because just this time, I saw a job like this.

"Price's different! maybe the basic material of manufacture is also different, and this has been determined by the buyer.if not separated, the price is the same as the plastic bottle." explained Mr. Umar.

"Oh so!" I said plucking cheek , taking the unopened bottle and then helping Mr. Umar.

"No need! let father, your hands will be dirty." refused Mr. Umar.

"No, Sir! rather than I am confused about what to do," said I who did not care about his refusal.

Without any more rejection, finally Mr. Umar let me help him.we continue to chat to and fro. but in every chat he, there is always advice that he pinned, he said, so that makes me feel at home for a long time talking with parents like him.

"Oh yeah, how's your daughter doing?" I asked on the sidelines of the chat.

"Alhamdulillah is better, but that's it! my son is still traumatized by the incident that just happened to him." explained Mr. Umar.

"May my son recover quickly! as before."

"Amen!"

Again busy chatting, seen from a distance there is a middle-aged woman, dressed neatly, escorted by two men, approaching towards us.

"Assalamualaikum! good day, is this really Mr Umar's house?" ask the new mothers.

"Girlwindsalam! I'm sorry, what need?" asked Mr. Umar who was confused by the presence of the three of them.

"Include! I'm president director of the company Atri Group, where my son works." explained the mother.

"Sorry before! if my presence disturbs your family, but you have to believe I have no bad intentions of coming here, yesterday I got a report that my staff were in the hospital, because it has been beaten by a woman named Karla. I didn't believe it right away, so I came here because I wanted to know what was really going on. Let me as the company leader, be able to take the right decision and be quick." obviously a mother with a flat face, showing her gratitude as a career woman.

"Sorry Sir! what should they be invited in first, so that we can chat calmly, and we can find out about the purpose of their coming here" I said a little soothing Mr. Umar, he said, so that he can think clearly.

"Oh God! sorry if my welcome is impolite, Let's go inside. But first I apologize, because of my circumstances like this. My house is very dirty and not worth it." said Mr. Umar as if he had just realized.

"Yes sir, it's okay! Sorry to interrupt his work." said the mother who smelled a smile, then the five of us entered the house Mr. Umar.

"Once again I apologize! if my welcome is not good, the understanding of my family is being hit by a disaster." said Mr. Umar initiated the conversation.

"It's okay! now where's the father? Can I talk to him?" Pinta's mother, who did not care about how to welcome Mr. Umar.

"Bye, mom! For a moment I call his son first, but if my son is not pleased to meet, with others.I beg his understanding." replied Mr. Umar who was replied by a mother's smile.

Mr. Umar got up from his seat, then he went upstairs, to meet his son, while the mother, accompanied by two people I did not know, sat down and looked at me, Then he smiled.

"You feel at home here?" ask mom while whispering.

"Some! I don't live here anyway, I live in other people's houses." I replied in a whisper, afraid to invite the carelessness of others.

So long waiting, finally heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, saw Mr. Umar who was followed by his son. Mother's eyes continued to focus towards Karla who was bowed. As if he wanted to see clearly how Karla really was. Karla's lethargic face and reddened eyes a little puffy, maybe she just finished crying. With Karla bowed to her mother, she sat down beside her father.

"Hi, Karla!" greet a man who goes with his mother.

"Proof!" hissing karla in a soft voice, then he lowered his gaze back.

"Include me Ms. Aisyah, owner of aTri Group company, I came here to find out what really happened, and earlier I apologized if my arrival interfered with Karla's break." said the mother who was always polite, he never distinguished caste or throne.

"I'm sorry if I made a mistake, I'm ready to accept all the risks of all my actions" Karla said suddenly saying that. he spoke without raising his head.

"I just got a statement, from the Manager of the company. that Mr. Arga supervisor cleaning service, he was hospitalized. due to being tortured by you, is that true?" ask the mother who started interrogating.

"Yes, Mom!" answer Karla briefly.

"Why?"

"Because Mr. Arga, is about to seize my chastity." replied Karla, her eyes that were flooded with water from earlier, now broke soaking her cheeks.

"Have you made a report about this abuse?" said the mother who turned the question, Maybe he understands Karla's condition now.

"No, Mom! I was afraid that if I made a report to the authorities, I was afraid of the mistake, turning to my son, and we were all here only people, who were not highly educated. who does not know how to make a report of persecution." explained Mr. Umar as he took a deep breath, hiding the disappointment he had experienced.

"I as the owner of the company, I offer a huge apology because this is our negligence, which cannot keep an eye on all employees, resulting in such violence. however, as a responsible party, we will assist the process of making reports, as well as providing full support, to the aggrieved parties. We will continue to accompany the victim and provide legal umbrella according to our ability. now depends on the readiness of the victim, whether to bring this matter to the legal path or let it go. All decisions are in the hands of the victim, because the report must be based on testimony from the victim. Now what? Would you report the abuse?" obviously mom at length ends with a question.

Getting such a question, everyone who was in the room fell silent for a moment.just a breath and a sobbing of Tangis Karla who was in the room.everyone was waiting for an answer from Karla.

"How's it?" ask Mr. Umar who never got an answer from his son.

"Then, Let it Pass. Make it my lesson in the future, Let it go." said Karla while sobbing not as expected.

"Why?" mother's question represents the question of everyone who was there.

Before answering looks like Karla took a breath first. "i don't want to prolong the problem, because justice only for those who are rich, I will still be wrong, because I am poor."

"No! you can't talk like that, maybe this mother wants to help us, solve the problem.remember with you letting such a crime, it's the same as letting that person continue to do evil. you are still lucky to escape from the clutches of the unlucky man4n.what if the incident happened to a weak woman, who is not as brave as you, a woman who is not as tough as you. Please think back!" my disgruntled words got an answer from Karla.