Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 57

The goddess cried sadly staring at the mistress of the woman named Surti. The face of the Goddess was filled with resentment and hatred. After digesting what fussed Goddess, it turns out that Dewi sold her own best friend to Arin. Astagfirullah.

"You're Surti's disgusting woman! In the village always looks glamorous. Show off jewelry like a walking gold shop. The nice clothes you wear hypnotize the people of the village! It's your job Sur! Not enough bathing sins peddling your body with a striped-nose man, but selling me too." Goddess tergugu.

"Goddess, it's dear." I embrace the Goddess, then I rub her shoulder. The goddess was crying on my chest.

"Most... Miaii..." Shouted Jesi. Soon I took off my arms. To get Jesi who was defending the bike, because Surti was about to take it. I ran with Dewi to help Jesi.

"You run where you are Surti!" The goddess caught both Surti's hands and then twisted backwards. The people who were in that place were running towards us.

"What's this?" Ask one of the traders.

"This woman is a thief sir, my motorbike was stolen." My speech. Those people helped the overwhelmed Goddess hold back Surti's hand that would escape from the Goddess's grip.

"Take Him to the police station." The command of the man, the oldest.

Nguiiig...

Sounding police sirens, Surti rebelled about to escape "Let go of me! Lepaa...!!"

Three policemen get out of the car immediately arresting Surti. "Take me off, Mr. Police, it's not me who's wrong, but the three women took my bike." Surti said in self-defense.

"Alright, now get your motor papers out." Police orders. Surti's face was deathly pale, he could not wrinkle apart from looking down. Surely Surti can't show anything. Surely Surti had no letters. That's why those motorcycle letters are on me.

"Take this woman to the car" one of the police orders. "You're all coming with us to the office, because you three are going to be witnesses" the middle-aged police order said.

"Good Sir." My answer. The event to the market and the streets failed, because the three of us went to the police station.

"Thank you Mom, because Mom and her daughters have helped us take this woman. This woman is one of the groups that have always troubled society. For making girls in their business targets." The police explained at length. He did not know that we were among his victims. While Jesi and Dewi looked sad. Maybe the Goddess remembered when she was made a slave to na*su. While Jesi certainly regretted the actions of her biological mother, whom she waited for her presence for years, and turned out to be an evil woman.

After a while the three of us were questioned. We are allowed to go home and must be ready to be the next witnesses.

"Just cold tea water, Mbok Sri." My answer.

"Good Mom." Mbok rushed to the kitchen sound clunting-clunting spoon colliding with the glass. Not long after that I returned. Maybe Simbok saw us tired, tired and lethargic then initiative.

"Emak why?" Ratri asked, already in front of me. My daughter apparently came out of the room, probably hearing my voice.

"Emak didn't go to Tri's market, we just came from the police station."

"Police office? Why Mak," urged Ratri, looking shocked. I told him what we were going through, and also told him that Ratri's motorbike had been found, but I'm still at the police station for evidence.

Her night. No no no no. "Dad... " Call Jesi running down the stairs. I was with Mas Agus relaxing in front of the shocked television.

"What's up Jes?" Mas Agus asked, looking at Jesi walking towards us with a gasp of breath. He was crying because his eyes were still red.

"Mother was arrested by the police Well." Jesi said, dropping her ass on the chair next to her father. Maybe the disappointment that the boy felt.

"No need to grieve Jes, your mother's crimes are no longer counted. So let your mother get the punishment she deserves for her actions. Your mother didn't just hurt us, son. But Mother, Goddess, Your brother Ratri, until now has not been able to move, not to mention out there somehow victims again." The Advice of Mas Agus. Jesi could no longer hold back the sobbing just getting louder.

I hugged Jesinta's shoulder, until it was a little quieter. "Now you sleep, son." I said because it's 11 in the evening. Jesi nodded then upstairs.

"Poor Jesi, Mas." My words are still staring at Jesi's steps.

"Hopefully Jesi's grief isn't too protracted Rum." I heard Mas Agus breathing deeply. We also decided to sleep. But before I saw my daughter in the bedroom already asleep.

Next day. Me, Mas Agus, Jesi, and Dewi were summoned to the police station. To be a witness to the shooting of Ratri two months ago. Because Arin today will be examined. We picked up Arga and driver Daniswara. Arriving at the police station, we met Arin. This time it looked pale, but not because of pain, but rather not polished.

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