Wedding Blanket Revenge
Little exposed

Dada....Alina waves her hand as her husband's car passes from the front of Anton's restaurant, after Erick's car disappears from her sight, Alina did not go inside but came back out of the gate and ran towards the road she had just passed.

I have to make sure what I saw was true.

With a steady heart Alina continued to run down the asphalt towards the red light. Where he saw an old man who was no stranger to him.

With a breath of innocence Alina crouched down with eyes that continued to look all over.

''It was like it was here, ''' he muttered small.

After a fruitless wobble, Alina stood up again and exhaled a rough breath, a little desperate for not finding the person she was in, just a few steps walk Alina turned her head back when there was a crowd across the street.

I think there was an accident, her heart.

Rushing Alina ran up to the person who passed by there.

''Excuse me.'' said Alina splitting the crowd.

Suddenly his eyes widened when he found someone who was currently lying on the road.

''Pak Komar.'' Alina squatted cupping the old man's head.

''Sir, please call for an Ambulance, ''' Alina's pleading for me, the girl looks worried about the condition of the person who is currently in her lap, even the man called Komar sir is unconscious.

''Father must survive, you must tell me and Indra the incident at that time.'' whispered Alina in the man's ear.

After waiting for a few minutes, finally Alina and Pak Komar arrived at the hospital with the help of ambulances called by residents.

''Ok, please save Mr. Komar, I beg you.'' Alina cupped her hands together in front of the doctor who had just arrived.

''Just pray, I will try my best, but everything is in God's hands.''

Alina nodded then sat down in the front seat of the room, not caring about her phone ringing a few times, which surely Alina was currently focusing on the safety of the old man.

Oh my God, save Mr. Komar, only he knows everything.

Alina felt unsettled and peered behind the transparent glass door, with her restless face Alina continued to pray in her heart.

Ceklek, almost an hour waiting, now the door of Pak Komar's room is wide open.

''How's Mr Komar doing, Doc?'' Alina asked hurriedly as the doctor who had entered was staring in front of her.

A smile was seen from the corner of the doctor's lips.

''Pak Komar is fine, the wound is not deep. So not too serious, he can also go home.''

After hearing the doctor's explanation, Alina breathed with relief and was not as worried as before.

''Thank you, Doc.'' Alina said, kissing the back of the man's hand.

After the Doctor's back disappeared, Alina immediately went inside to meet the man.

''Pak Komar.'' And it turns out that the man was conscious.

''Who are you?'' Ask the man who is now drowning on top of the gurney.

Alina got closer and grabbed the man's hand.

''I'm Alina sir, her son, Mr. Johan, ''' replied Alina holding the hand of Mr. Komar.

The already vulnerable man could only faintly smile at Alina from top to bottom.

''Ka.kamu Alina,'' Mr. Komar stuttered, even his lips trembled, I don't know what he thought it seemed like Mr. Komar felt a fear enveloping him.

Alina nodded again, 'Yes, I am Alina, the little girl you once helped, and now I am an adult,''' without hesitation Alina hugged the frail body of Mr. Komar from the side.

''As you can see, I am good, even I am more independent after my father and mother died.

Mr. Komar just kept quiet, because the man actually did know what happened after he left, only he did not want to interfere with Mr. Johan's family to protect his wife.

''Father why?'' Alina asked as Komar turned his face away, it seemed like the man was hiding something from her.

Mr. Komar smiled, ''Father is okay, now you want to go home,'' tried to lift his head a little dizzy, he said,

''Let me drive, '' Alina grabs Mr. Komar's hand and leads him.

There is no rejection from Mr. Komar, because the man is still difficult to walk, what else must pass a road full of crowds, certainly will not be able to, after paying administration, what is more, to pass through a road full of crowds, Alina immediately looks for a taxi for Komar sir and himself.

Almost half an hour into the street, now Pak Komar stopped the taxi that was on the side, while Alina just stared outside where it was a little slum.

''The father lives here?'' Alina asked before the two went down.

Mr. Komar nodded and opened the car door.

It is a pity that Mr. Komar must live in a place like this.

Without speaking, Alina took Pak Komar to a very simple and slightly weathered house.

''It's the father's house, Non,'' opens the front door.

Alina kept quiet and followed Komar's steps towards the living room.

''Sorry, ugly.''

''No what, sir, do you live alone here?''

Again the man simply replied with a nod.

''Father's wife died a year ago, this is the fate of not having children, Non.'' A little surprising with his unlucky life.

''When did you move here?'' Alina asked started to investigate.

''From the incident, ''' reminded of the incident fifteen years ago, and Alina immediately dipped in her seat, until the two aligned.

''Do you know who really killed Papa Tirta?'' Alina asked a little whispered, although there was no one, at least keep watch for safety.

I told non Alina no yes, the incident was a long time ago, it should not need to be revealed anymore.

''Sorry, Non, I do not know for sure, but there is a possibility that he is a family of the Tirta pact itself.'' replied Mr. Komar hesitated, because the man did not see clearly the masked face.

''Mr sure?''

Mr. Komar nodded slowly.

''Where do you know, this is a serious matter, do not let you misinterpret.''

''But I'm sure, Non, because after killing Mr. Tirta, the man had issued a voice that was indeed familiar to the ears of the father, and also from his posture he had a resemblance to the Tirta pact, not to mention, this, Pak Komar took a handkerchief that was in the drawer and handed it to Alina.

''It belonged to the assassin of the Tirta pact whom I had pulled out of his pants pocket.''

Alina slowly unwrapped the cloth and pushed it wide.

''Uncle Bima,'' exclaimed Alina while reading the small writing printed in the corner of the handkerchief in front of her.

''So uncle Bima killed papa Tirta?''

Between believe and not, Alina can only be confused with a new fact.

That means my guess is right, if the hand is the hand of Uncle Bima, I must immediately tell brother Erick, who killed his papa.