
Arriving home, Rindra complained about Sani's actions to her parents, hoping that her Father and Mother would defend her.
By adding drama spice to the story, Rindra pretends to feel pain in her stomach and whines in front of her master's people.
"What kind of child Sani is, how dare to play violence with Mama's child"
Ms. Sulastri spoke furiously while rubbing Rindra's head.
"Pa.papa told people or thugs to beat up the brat, he should be taught a lesson for beating up our son"
Pak Jaya Ahmad was silent without expression, folding his hands in front of his chest while looking at his wife and child.
"Why shut up, look at Rindra from earlier grimacing in pain, if anything happens to our child how?"
Ms. Sulastri looks angry at her husband.
"Rindra, tell me the truth, how it started until you were beaten by that child named Sani..!!
Pak Jaya spoke in a serious tone to her son.
Pak Jaya continued saying
"Tell me and don't let you lie, or you'll find out the truth, and I'll decide Dad's next move"
Rindra was a little nervous to hear his father's orders, it didn't seem like it was what he expected.
"Mom.."
Rindra turned to look at her mother,
"Tell me son, that father may defend you and teach the poor boy a lesson..!!"
"Dragon's talking Ma..!!!"
Pak Jaya yelled at his wife
"For what reason do you dare to call someone else's child poor? Did he ever trouble you, did you ever give him something, until you lightly called him Poor?"
Ms. Sulastri was silent at once, she knew what would happen if she continued to help her husband.
"Quick tell me Rindra..!!"
Pak Jaya snapped at her son while glaring
And finally Rindra recounted a series of events starting from 3 days ago, until today he was beaten by Sani.
Rindra told me while looking down, not daring to look at her father, because she knew what would happen next.
"Mama heard it for herself, right? This spoiled child is starting to make trouble first, and Mama asked me to stand up for the guilty?"
Pak Jaya started to rebuke his wife
"But anyway, he's our son Pa"
Bu Lastri whined to her husband
"Anyone would argue that Rindra is not our son?"
Miss Lastri was silent and did not answer
"If you dare to make trouble, then you must dare to account for his actions Rindra..!!".
Pak Jaya started to scold her own son
"You must be a man who is ready with every Consequence of your actions, not just winning by yourself".
"You bully the son of the man you like, and then you break his stuff, and when he retaliates, you feel he's the guilty one?".
"What kind of man are you? Huh uh?".
Pak Jaya spoke while standing and leaving her waist, not a single word came out of Rindra's mouth or his mother's.
"It's good that you were beaten, not broken your hands, if I were Sani, you might have been battered today".
"Until when will you act like a spoiled child, when will you grow up, when will you be a responsible Man? Huh uh?".
"Do you really want to embarrass your own parents huh?"
Rindra was downcast, anger and disappointment raged in her heart, she wanted to refute her Father, but did not have the courage, because Pak Jaya was a Hard and Firm character, if Rindra refuted, he was definitely slapped by his father.
Then suddenly Pak Jaya sat beside her son, holding his shoulder
"Rindra, you are the only son of papa, you are the one who will inherit everything you have right now, you must be manly and responsible".
Pak Jaya spoke in a low tone to Rindra, and Rindra was touched by her heart to cry as she pleased.
"Be a man who has a knight soul son, if you make a mistake, you must dare to admit, and must dare to apologize"
"If you can't convince papa, how can you let go of everything you have to you later?".
Rindra was still downcast, and began to realize her Papa's sentence.
"Solve your own affairs and problems, as long as you can, you don't have to complain to your parents"
Say Mr. Jaya while standing from a chair,
"Unless the matter is already beyond your limits and abilities, I will not help or interfere in your affairs".
"Papa would like to rest, you should also go into your room now"
Rindra got up aided by her mother, but still lowered her head and did not dare to look at her father in the slightest, then walked towards her room.
"Why did Papa scold him?".
"Does Mama have the heart if one day our company is held by a child who does not have responsibility even to himself?"
Ms. Lastri was silent and did not answer, because she felt that what her husband said was true.
Meanwhile, Sani told him what he had done today to Hambali, and Hambali smiled instead
"It's okay, just a kick and a light punch, not to kill him"
"But Sani was afraid that this matter would become long later"
"That's the risk of your actions, right, you still have to take responsibility"
"Hmmm"
That was Sani's answer
"I told you yesterday, vengeance is destructive, and now your mind is worried because of your own fear, and it's all the result of your resentment"
Sani fell silent and looked up without responding to Hambali's words.
"It's late in the afternoon, you should go home first, your mother will worry, her breathing exercises will be postponed first, until you calm down again"
Sani nodded and then said goodbye.
"In tomorrow you don't have to stop by the house, I'll bring my own motorbike"
Farhan conveyed his wish to Odi
"Why.why?"
"I don't want to get involved any further, if the incident had long tail, I don't want to get into trouble in the end"
Odi understood what Farhan said, because in fact Farhan was a quiet child.
"Tomorrow if Rindra asks where I am, just say if I am afraid of Sani, I don't care about Rindra's answer..!!"
Furthermore Farhan who frankly wants to stay away from his genk.
"Gw price Lu Han, maybe what we've been doing all this time is wrong"
"In the near future we graduate, hopefully at graduation, we do not leave any problems, including feelings of resentment"
"Lu actually Han, I agree, soon we graduate, we should also act more mature"
"Thanks yes Di, you know, I hope Rindra can also change and be aware of all his behavior so far"
"Even if not now, hopefully later can actually realize by itself"
Farhan ended their conversation.