Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 10

Finished cleaning up the house, as my thanks to Arga. I took Arga out to eat. But apparently he paid.

"This Arga's just-there, I'm the one who wants to treat, I'm even paid for." Reject me.

"No need to discuss Tri, I know Kok, the price of this food for you is not much" said Arga.

"Kok Mas Arga said so anyway." I pouted, apparently he was offended by my words.

"Have it, he said he wanted to go home? Even with a chin." Arga chuckled as he pulled my hand to stand up. Arga drove me home, but this time not to Mak Ningrum's house. I decided to stay at Papa's house.

"Until tomorrow Tri" said Arga after we arrived at papa's house. He opened the car door for me.

"No need to open the door Mas, I'm not Papa loh," I refused. Arga's not a driver, certainly not worth opening the door for me.

"You're not Mr. Daniswara, but you're my daughter, so my boss is too." Arga doesn't want to lose.

"Terserah Mas Arga only. I don't want to go in first" I said. When Arga gave me the car keys.

"No need to Tri." He then got on a motorbike, which he parked in his house.

"How about Ratri, there is already a bright spot regarding the existence of Mr Agus?" Ask mama when I follow mama Banuwati to the kitchen.

"Not Ma, the hospital has promised to tell you if it has found the documents," I told my mother.

"Where to go, where not to go," Mama circulated her gaze.

"Mas Arga went straight home Ma, I told him not to go in. Oh yes Ma, where does Mas Arga actually live?" Ask me to want to know.

"Oh... He was living in a housing not far from here, Ratri. Mama salutes the boy. Very independent, the house he occupied that He can buy his own." Mama said at length. I just nod.

"Why that, tumbens. You asked about Arga?" Mama looked at me.

"It's okay, Ma, Mas Arga has been working with Papa for a long time, but I've never known where he lives,"

I talked to my mom who was cooking, but I wasn't allowed to help. Maybe my mom forbade me from seeing me tired.

"You better take a shower, keep resting." Mom's orders.

"Good Ma." I went straight to a room I hadn't slept in in in a long time. Before living in east Java, I prefer to accompany Mak Ningrum when Pak Agus is not home.

I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then broke my body. Since morning I have not rested. Alhamdulillahot... This is how delicious it feels if the body is too tired by relaxing itself already feels comfortable.

Deerrtt...

Just wanted to voice down the phone already called me.

"Gayatri... Where are you?" Ask Hendri without saying hello. Habits of this man.

"I'm again in Jakarta Kak, to extend our cooperation agreement yesterday, just meet my Assistant" I replied. Hendri is my business partner, he has the largest warehouse in several branches. In Surabaya, Jakarta and Yogyakarta. I knew Hendri originally from Kak Bima and also Papa. Hendri is the largest buyer of products in our company.

"What's wrong, Ratri? How come you come home suddenly, don't tell me anymore" he said.

"There's family business, but don't worry, we've all talked to the assistant, who will replace me at the meeting tomorrow."

"Okay Ratri, I happen to also have business with your papa. Do not go home first, then we go back to Surabaya together," Apparently Hendri wants to go to Jakarta as well.

"Keep how the issue of the continuation of our cooperation contract" brother"

"My arrival to Jakarta, will not interfere with our cooperation" he said.

Substantial... Hendri, disconnect the phone suddenly.

In the evening, my mom and I finished dinner talking about Mom. I slept a little good tonight. Support papa and mama to continue to help find Mommy. I can think a little more calmly, not to mention being helped by Arga.

Two days later, at about 8 am Arga had come to pick up. After asking my mother for permission, we went to the hospital. I've heard from the hospital that I have found documents about a patient named Agus.

"Mbak, the name of Agus patient you are looking for is his full name Agus Kuat?" Ask the Admin, while reading the document.

"Betul Maud. But Mr. Agus came home healed, right?" My toot. I'm afraid if Mr. Agus does not survive and. oh no. I hope my stepfather is healthy and living happily with Mom.

"Eeemm... Agus Strong.

55 Years old.

Born Yogyakarta.

Domicile: Mekarsari block B number 15."

Admin read the document. I am relieved to have found Mr. Agus' address. I immediately recorded the address.

"He was treated for a month with a broken leg, and a collision in the head, causing a coma. And according to this note, Mr. Agus is healed." Admin continued reading.

"Alhamdulillah..." I scooped my face, then told the officer.

"Mas, now we come to this address yes," I said to Arga, as we were already in the car.

"Okay..."

In the car I just kept quiet and prayed, hopefully Mom is currently with Mr. Agus. If Mr. Agus corrects the mistake and returns to living in harmony with Mother as before. I will no longer question Mr. Agus' treatment and will forgive him. In the notes will not repeat.

"Tri, indeed when Mother, and Pak Agus married, did Mr. Daniswara not investigate first who the family of Pak Agus?" Ask Arga to take a quick glance at me and drive back.

"At that time we didn't think until there Mas, who we knew, Pak Agus was a good man, he not only loved Mom but also regarded me as his own son." My answer is so.

"It's not so Tri, I'm just surprised, papa you, and Bima can be like this." Arga shook his head while driving.

"Well, maybe this has been the way of Mother like this Mas," I replied resignedly.

"Tri, we have arrived at the Mekar sari housing complex." Said Arga. Instantly my gaze was fixed on the gate that read the complex.

"Betul Mas, I didn't even realize,"

Arga turned left past the big house. Agus is a rich man. In fact, he lives in elite housing like this. The average house here is two floors, and the size of the land is wide. Even his face was very broad.

"What block was Tri?" Arga shocking daydreams.

"Block B number 15 Mas," I still remember the number given by the hospital employee. Arga continued the journey. We just passed Block A number one and so on. Only block A turned out to be this vast complex.

For 5 minutes Arga went through block A, towards Block B. Arga slows down the car. My eyes looked to the left right until we arrived in front of the house we were looking for.

"We have reached Mas," I looked at Mr. Agus' house turned out to be fenced high. In addition, the gate was closed, until the hole that closed the gate was the same. Of course it makes it difficult for us to be able to see the situation inside.

"Betul Tri, but kok rapet so yes, different from other houses," said Arga while getting off the car.

"True Mas, I suspect deh, lest this house have anything like that." I scoured the fence, looking for a crack to see inside.

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