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Bandages
“Have gone?”
“Already Sir.”
“Akh, how noisy they are, let alone what was his name earlier.?”
“Pak Anwar.”
“Well, yes, that's it.” Abraham flicked his finger in front of Ridwan.
“Call the Doctor,” Get Abraham to open his phone.
“Yes? For whom, sir? Do you hurt?”
“Not for me, but for Mr. Ilham earlier.”
“Loh? Why-why
“Ck, what's the matter today? Why would anyone interrupt my unfinished words?” he looked at Ridwan, his emotions started to rise again.
“Ba.. well Sir,” Ridwan left Abraham alone in his room.
“You where is Dley?”Abraham spoke to Adley on his cell phone.
“I'm in the field Sir, what's up?”
“What are you doing?”
“Checking the location of Miss Monik's restaurant, I was also with him. Is there anything you need?”
“No, no, no. Continue your duties, do not focus too much on dating.”
“What? A boyfriend? Who's who-who's
Click!
Abraham hung up the phone.
“What's up? What is Mr Abraham?” ask the Monik who heard Abraham's voice.
“Yes, it's from Mr. Bram,” Adley put the phone in his pants pocket.
“What did he say? Would you like to go back to the office?”
“No, he just told me not to focus too much on dating alone.”
“What? Dating?” Monik surprise.
“You're surprised right? Equally, I was also very surprised he said so. There's-there,” Adley shook his head, not believing that his boss guessed like that.
“Nona Monik, how about we..? What's wrong with you?”
Monik silent.
“Nona Monik? Hey, are you okay?” Adley waved in front of the Monik because he kept silent.
“Oh? Da? Why Mr Adley? You talk what?” Monik woken up, shocked.
“Are you okay?”
“I.. yes, I am fine kok.”
“But your face is red, are you sure all right?”
“Yes, I'm fine. Ekhem, we should continue our work,” Monik diverts the topic.
“Alright, next let's go there,” take Adley.
***
Abraham and Ridwan were watching Aditya examine the wound of Mr. Ilham.
“How was the wound?”
“The wound on his leg has been more than two days, looks like something has started to dry up, and there are new wounds again. But clearly, this father has been thumped there first before being brought here.” Aditya said to clean up his medical equipment.
“Dia why? Did anyone slander him?” guess Aditya.
The tip of Abraham's lips lifted next door, “Hm, you realize it,”
“Of course. Maybe because I'm gonna be your brother-in-law, so your intelligence is flowing in
“Bulshit! Never mind, you're back there!”
“Loh, how to be like ‘Sweetest, Sepah In Buang’, yes.”
“Ridwan!”
“Any Pak!” Ridwan knew what to do.
“OK, okay, I'll go. Geez, there is no self-esteem once this Doctor yes,” grumbled Aditya.
Abraham and Mr. Inspiration. The commissioner still stood watching him.
“Why did you pry that charity box?”
Inspiration does not answer it directly, still doubt.
“Why silence? Do you think I won't believe it?”
Judging by the truth, Inspiration lifted up his face to look at Abraham.
“Actually, it wasn't me who stole it, sir. You must be tired of hearing this kind of remark coming out of the accused mouth.”
“You know? If I ask personally like this, it means I can't believe they brought you here. Hence, tell me the truth, nothing you cover.”
Inspiration began to tell her what happened.
“Pak Anwar who holds the key to his charity box. At that time, he met me because he said the key to the box went into the charity box, so it could not be opened from outside.” From here on, Abraham scrunched his forehead.
“He told me to force open his box from outside using a hard liquid iron crusher. At first I didn't want to do it, but because he promised to lend me money for my son's treatment, I did. I didn't expect that he tricked me by recording that stunt.”
“Why do you see left and right in that video?”
“That's because Mr. Anwar gave the code, pointed left and right, I don't understand for what.
The next day, he and other residents came to beat me and accused me of stealing. But I swear, I didn't steal it sir. Although I need money, I will not do it.” Ilam hoped that Abraham would believe him. From his face that had originally given up, it began to have great expectations.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
“Pak, I brought the food,” Ridwan came to bring the plastic contents of the food package.
“Give him,” said Abraham. He walked out while pulling out his phone.
‘Why hasn't he come yet? I was hungry once.’ Say it in the heart.
‘What happened to him?’
“Pak, are you waiting for Mrs Bellova?” Ridwan went out to meet Abraham after feeding him to Mr. Ilham.
Abraham only saw Ridwan without answering. From the reaction of his face, it was obvious the answer.
“You do not worry sir, I saw Madam in Minimarket in front there,” said Ridwan
notifying even if not asked.
“There? Why is he there?”
“I don't know exactly what, well the Madam has come, please just ask directly,” Ridwan left Abraham when he saw Bellova has come.
“Bram,” Bellova waved a smile at her husband who was standing by the side of the door waiting for her.
When his wife wanted to cross the street…
“Awas!!” abraham stretched out one hand in surprise. Fortunately Bellova deft so avoid accident collision.
‘Malah Smile again, does she think that if she smiles I won't get angry?’
“Bram, why are you here?”
Abraham was upset.
“You angry? Wh why? angry at who?” Bellova still asked while looking at Abraham's face that ignored her.
“Do you wait long? You're hungry already?” she asked again, holding her husband's shoulder.
Because seeing the efforts of his wife who continued to invite him to talk, he finally turned to see Bellova who still seemed like nothing had happened. He was upset that his wife often did not see the right left of the road.
“Other times, if you want to cross, see the vehicle first, someone passes or not.”
“Sorry, I really don't see. I thought because Bram was hungry so I-I
“Better I starve than you crash, in plain sight again.” chirps.
His wife felt guilty. He scratched his head, standing behind Abraham.
“Why are you silent? Come on in,” take him. Before entering Abraham's workroom, Bellova saw Mr. Ilham, he gave his respect by smilingly nodding his head at Ilham, who of course, the old man replied with a friendly smile.
‘Is she the wife of the Commissioner? She is very friendly and kind, visible from her face.’
“Kata Ridwan, you stopped by minimarket huh?” abraham asked, lifting a chair to where Bellova was sitting.
“Iya,” Bellova opens her food supply.
“Ngapain? Do you need anything?”
“Iya, there are personal needs that I should buy.”
“Private needs? What is it?” while filling two glasses to drink them from the dispenser.
“Boarder.” Immediately unabashed answer from Bellova.
“What?”