Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 12

I looked at Mr. Agus who was initially fit, and always kept up the appearance now dressed shabby, really concerned. Hair is not combed like a bum. My originally flaming resentment is now dimming. Faced with the fact that the current situation of Mr. Agus is not the former Mr. Agus, if I judge it is certainly not fair. Even though I don't know what's going on I'll ask you later slowly.

"Sir Agus wants to eat?" I asked when we had arrived in the contract there was nothing but a rolled-up mat and a pillow. That means there's no Mak Ningrum here.

"No, I bought this for dinner tonight." The answer was soft and unwilling to look at me like it was harboring guilt.

"Yes, I'll keep it, sir..." I take the package and then go to the kitchen. Intentions want to take the plate but in the kitchen there is nothing but the wastavel that already exists from there. We have to bring food forward.

"Let's just in the plasti Tri, usually you hook on the nail," Pak Agus pointed at the nail on the wall.

"Yes Sir," I hooked it to the nail but the nail did not shake completely. So this is the situation, Mr. Agus. Sleep on a mat, rent three empty spaces all. There are no facilities at all.

"Sir Agus, I want to ask, why did Mr Agus get into an accident?" This time Arga asked.

"My motorbike collided with a car two months ago Dek," replied Mr. Agus, rubbing his legs. Arga and I were cross-legged in front of Agus, who was sitting on the floor barefoot. I noticed his legs were hard on the bend.

"Astagfirrullah.. Then how are you?"Arga asked back.

"Now it's better, it should still have control but..." Agus did not continue his words.

"There's no cost, you mean?" Nimbrung. I can already guess that Mr. Agus is in a money crisis seen from the circumstances of the contract.

Agus nodded quickly. I stared fixedly at Mr. Agus' face. There are so many questions that come to mind about Mak Ningrum, about Arin, Jesinta and many more. I was confused to start asking.

"Sir, where's Mom? Why are you only here alone?" Tanyaku.

"Mother you went home before Mr. Nak accident two months ago" said Mr. Agus

"But Mak told Arinta to meet him at the hospital, where he was treated." I said it like Mak wrote in the diary. Bad thoughts popping into my head.

"What's? That is, Arin went to Mak's house, kept telling me that I was in an accident?" Ask Agus surprised.

"Yes sir, I think you know, where do you go, sir?" I shook Agus' hand.

"Let's calm Tri." Arga Sela.

"How do I calm down! Mom, there's no news for that long." I immediately cried.

"Sir, now tell me the moment of the incident," said Arga softly.

"Two months ago I had a big fuss with your mother. Then Mother left the Father" Mr. Agus took a deep breath.

"Father feels guilty for hurting your mother." The letter of regret is clearly shown on Mr. Agus' face.

"For three days you always daydream, until that afternoon when you came home from work there was an accident. I don't remember anything else, son. For three days you were awake, and when you woke up there was no one to accompany." Agus looked blankly ahead.

"As long as the father is in care, only Jesi accompanies, even then only in the afternoon because the morning must be school." Said Pak Agus caught the heavy burden he carried.

"But I read Mom's diary, after being told by Arin that Mr. was hurt, Mak went to the hospital, sir," I explained.

"Sorry sir, I'd like to ask, who is Arin?" Ask Arga.

"That request, my ex-wife Dek."

"If Arin is your ex-wife, why do you want Mak Ningrum to live together?" I'm asking Arga's question.

You just keep quiet apparently buyu heavy to tell a story. Arga winked at me as if saying "Don't be too scabbed"

"Okay... if you have not been able to tell the story, but why can you contract in this place? Why don't you live in your own house?" I asked this matter first, for the material of the investigation of Mother's whereabouts. True also said Arga, I do not want to corner Mr. Agus about his personal condition when his condition is like now.

"That's my son, which confuses me. When I got home from the hospital, no one picked me up. Jesinta hasn't seen me in a week. I was sent home by ambulance. But when I got home, I couldn't get into my own house. At that time I was confused about where to go, my savings were up for treatment. Wanted to go home to your mother, but I was embarrassed after what I had done to Ningrum." Pak Agus shrunk his tears.

"Then you got the money from where to pay for the contract of this house?" My toot.

"This contract is ambulance drivers and nurses who pay, because they do not have the heart and then joint venture. As for eating every day I only got the mercy of the people who had been contracted all along." Mr. Agus looks frustrated.

Hearing the words of Mr. Agus, I cried a mouthful. My stepfather suffered so much.

"Now, too, you have to go home to live in Mother's house." My firmness.

"No son, I don't deserve you anymore please. I've been mean to you, Mak." Reject mr. Agus.

"If you refuse, then you want to eat with others? You think I'm a child with no feelings!" My murmur.

You just shut up.

"It has. Father now come with me can not refuse." My firmness.

"Ratri..." Agus was crying like a child. For a moment we let. When it had subsided Arga helped him walk to the car after we agreed to the rented occupants and also the owner.

I invite Mr. Agus to stay at home. It would be inhumane if I let the man you love in such a miserable state. Mr. Agus slept in Mom's room like before. I have not told you that Arin and Jesinta lived in this house yesterday. I don't know where the two women went, which is clear. I wish they never came back.

I immediately contacted Mbok Sri, let the father take care. Mbok Sri promised that tomorrow morning will come.

"Pak Agus, the loss of Mak Ningrum, seems to have something to do with Arinta, the ex-wife of the Father. Is it okay if I investigate the Father's house?" Arga Permit. At the moment we are still in the room letting Mr. Agus rest.

"It's okay, son, I also want to know the situation Jesinta. My son is a good son" said Mr. Agus.

Her night.

"Ratri, I'm leaving. Pray well, and Mak Ningrum can we take home in good health" Pamit Arga.

"Yes, be careful,"

I'm taking Arga out. Two of papa's men are waiting. The three of them included Arga on foot to the highway. This time it is better for me to take them away with prayer, hopefully finding Mak Ningrum in good health as Arga promised. I'd better wait at home for papa's people to work unhindered. I don't want it if I go along just troublesome.

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