Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 11

I was with Arga looking for a gap in order to see into the yard of Mr. Agus' house, but it was really a meeting. There was no bell.

Tek tek.

I knocked on the gate with the coin up to several times but there was no sign that there was any occupant in this house.

"How is this Mas? When we climbed the fence anyway?" I was a bit upset because I was upset.

"We can be arrested by security guards, because we think thieves, Tri," replied Arga. While being confused middle-aged man who was cycling through the road.

"Excuse me sir, I'd like to ask, the owner of this house is not at home?" My toot.

"I also do not know Ma'am, because this house is always this close," replied the father.

"Oh yes, thank you sir." My answer.

Deeerrtt...

My phone sounded again. "Mas, I'll pick up the phone for a second huh," I said, so that my conversation doesn't sound Arga, I'd better stay away.

"Just give it a shot." Answer Arga. The man was still scanning the gate. Seemed to be thinking something. Well hopefully, Arga has a solution.

"Ratri, I'm already at your house." Whose voice is on the phone if not my partner Hendri.

"Have you met Papa Kak?"

"I just got home from your Papa's office. Hurry home yeah, I'll wait."

Tut's.

I'm upset I haven't answered yet, the phone's closed. I put the phone in and then went back to Arga who was still in front of the fence.

"Who's Tri's phone?" Ask Arga to know.

"From my business partner Mas, he's Hendri from Suraya."

"Hendri Wicaksono's. Don't you?" Arga asked, apparently the man knew her.

"Kok Mas knows," I squinted.

"You're how the hell? Hendri will often promise to meet your Papa, I certainly arranged the meeting," said Arga.

I nodded correctly what he said. Why do I become a fool because I think a lot about my mother.

"Business partner, what business partner..." Arga raises eyebrows. Chuckles teasing me maybe Arga thinks Hendri's a close friend of mine.

"Who is Mas' business partner, who is." I'm just trapping.

"Mas..we'd better go home first yeah, come back later," I switched the conversation. There is nothing we can do in this place. Maybe I should ask papa for advice, how to get into this house.

"Yes, later in the afternoon we come again, who knows your stepfather has returned."

"Yes Mas" We returned home, there was no result that I brought from this morning until noon. Maybe in the afternoon, I have to be patient. At least already know where Pak Agus lives.

"Ratri, where have you been?" Ask Hendri when I get home. He talked to papa. I immediately joined the sit opposite to Papa and Hendri.

"There's business, brother" I replied. I winked at my father not to tell him where I was going today, especially my mother's problem. And without me to tell you, papa can't talk, what else internal family.

"Can we be with Arga?" Hendri asked looking at Arga who had just entered, after putting the car into the garage. Why Hendri, to want to know this. Does he not know if Arga is papa's assistant, what's wrong if he takes me everywhere.

"Ratri, my business dealings with Papa you are done, tomorrow morning I will return to east Java. You're with me tomorrow" Take Hendri without commenting on Arga's answer.

"Ratri still seems a little long here Hen, has not lost my sense of kangen," Papa finally replied.

"What Papa Kak said, Hendri went home first, maybe I am in Jakarta a little long." I'm telling you, connecting Papa's conversation.

Hendri finally returned to the hotel, tomorrow morning he will return to Surabaya.

After Hendri left, we talked about the state of Mr. Agus' house and I asked papa for advice.

After Ashar I'm with Arga back again. "Mas, later if still no one opens the gate how?" I feel desperate.

"If no one opens the fence now, too, according to your Papa's plan. Later that night I'll try to get into the house to investigate, but you better not come." Answer Arga.

"Yes Mas, but it's too risky," I was worried.

"Give it to me, I'm not alone." Arga assured. Sure enough when we got in front of Mr. Agus' house for an hour no one opened, we decided to go home following papa's advice.

When we got out of the housing complex bloomed sari, and arrived at the highway. My attention was drawn to the limping man who had just come out of one of the rames rice vendors, writing on the display case. The man walks with a crutch in his hand with his left hand, while his right hand carries a plastic bag.

"Mas, keep the car down" I suggested, as the man walked towards us. I opened the glass to reassure the familiar man in my vision.

"Mas, that's Mr. Agus." I'm between believing and not.

"You're wrong people times," refuted Arga. I narrowed my eyes it was true, Mr. Agus. Beliu turn into the alley.

"Mas, park the car first, we follow the guy."

"All right," Arga parked in front of the shophouses. We quickly got down. I walked first to leave Arga so as not to lose track of Mr. Agus.

I entered the alley that Mr. Agus went through, thank God, he is still visible. From a short distance I followed. When Mr. Agus turned my head immediately I turned back, so as not to see me first before reaching the destination.

Slowly I turned my body turned out that Mr. Agus was no longer there. Oh my God, I'm afraid of losing track.

"He's turning left, come on." Arga pulled my hand, half-running we walked through an alley that was as narrow as the alley in Mother's house. Only difference, who lives in the alley I average home myself, but in this place mostly contract.

"That's It's Mas." I said. Alhamdulillah. apparently Mr. Agus is not far away. Naturally, because wearing his cane can not be fast.

Pak Agus stopped in front of the rented box about five doors lined with a size of 3 meters. Mr. Agus leaned the stick on the wall and then unlocked it.

Ceklak.

"Sir Agus?"

Pluck up!

When Mr. Agus looked back at me like he was looking at a demon. He looked pale, the plastic he was holding fell down.

"Sir" I took the nice plastic, it didn't spill.

"Ratri..." Mr. Agus' lips twitched. I looked at the once burly and dashing man. Now it looks thinner, leaving long hair and mustache not cut.

"Sir, can we come in?" My toot.

Pak Agus nodded then Arga memapah Pak Agus without a cane.

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