Sincerity of Love JONATHAN
68. Face*book account
"Lho, Sir! You can't do this to my son!" yelled Pak Haji Samsul did not accept, seeing his youngest child was now dragged and put into a detention cell forcibly.
Fahmi also looks rebellious, trying to release his hand, but in fact the handcuffs are difficult to open.
"Father! I don't want to go to jail! Especially 4 years. I don't want to, Pa!" fahmi who was crying.
Just going inside it feels uncomfortable, especially for 4 years?
Can't imagine Fahmi's next life, and will he be able to continue his life in prison? What do some people say is like living in hell?
Nah! He doesn't want to. There were also 3 prisoners inside. Sitting on the floor while sipping coffee in a plastic cup.
Their skin looks black-black, plus the smell also smells like they haven't had a bath. Fahmi wants to vomit, feel nauseous plus disgusted.
"Mom and Dad better get out of here. Let your child adjust to his new residence" said Mr. Police who spoke to Fahmi's parents. It then pointed towards the front, the place where the exit direction was.
"No, Sir!" Haji Samsul shook his head. He seemed reluctant to leave, and also did not have the heart to leave his son. "Fahmi is a good boy and he's a Ustad. Yes, Ustad who graduated from cairo went to jail? Not cool, sir."
"Please forgive Fahmi, sir." Mrs Hajah was invited to speak, and also defended her son to be released from there. "Fahmi may be a khilaf, but she's actually a good kid and not a neko-neko."
"It's up to Mom and Dad what to say. Everything is no use." The police officer responded only to him. Then go away leaving them.
"Maybe in this way .. your son will change for the better. And it should be, from the beginning you think first to report someone. If there is no solid evidence, do not try," said the other Police Officer. He stared intently at Pak Haji Samsul's eyes before finally catching up with his friend leaving from there.
"Father! Mama doesn't want Fahmi to go to jail! Do something, Pa!" exclaiming Bu Hajah Sejah who looked hysterical, he also immediately grasped Fahmi's hand from the gap of iron bars. And put his phone in a bag without seeing it first. The livestream is not over yet. But he seems to have forgotten.
"Sir .. aaarrrgghh!" Haji Samsul suddenly groaned in pain while touching his throbbing chest. It hurts so much inside there and his breathing feels stuck. "Mama .. Pa's chest ...." Not yet had the man's words finished, but his body had fallen and was unconscious.
Bruk!!
"Astaghfiullah! Papa!" shouted Fahmi and Bu Hajah Sejah simultaneously, when he saw the man was already lying on the floor with a supine position.
"Sir Police! Please, my husband, sir!" yelling Bu Hajah who immediately ran, asking for help.
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At Abi Hamdan's house.
Umi Maryam back to selling rice uduk, after previously she had not sold for a long time.
In addition to helping her husband's economy, Umi Maryam's nasi uduk is also quite famous there and has many customers. So it makes him more eager to return to selling.
"Eh, look at the mothers." Ms. Nining, one of the people who was buying rice, directly showed her phone screen to the neighbors, who gathered in line to get a turn. Made rice by Umi Maryam.
"What the hell?" asked Mrs Sulis who was staring at her neighbor's mobile screen.
And he was shocked, because what Bu Nining showed was a live broadcast from a personal face*book account owned by Bu Hajah Dijah. A woman who is no less famous like her husband.
"Lho, yes, here! In my house there is also a live broadcast," said Bu Ningsih who responded.
The mothers of ten were roaring into one, watching what she saw on one of her neighbor's cellphones.
"Bu Nining nasi uuknya want to use what fried, nih?" ask Umi Maryam who is still focused on her trade. "Mom Nining! What do you want to fry, Mom?" ask him again.
"Mar Maryam must see the live broadcast of Bu Hajah Dijah." Instead of responding to the problem of his order, Ms. Nining was busy showing her phone to the face of Umi Maryam. "Real ... Fahmi goes to prison, as reported by Mother's handsome son-in-law. But really hearty, yes, Ms. Hajah .. to video it all."
"Yes, that's a lot." Ms. Dora responded. Indeed, if you already smell about viral and gossip, Mothers are the fastest to respond. "That's a lot of deliberate, no, shame on your own child," he added.
"Yes, definitely. Fahmi also turns out to be a long hand, huh?" said Bu Ningsih. "No doubt, I was, when I was hoping to have a perfect daughter-in-law like her. I don't know the pickpocket."
"Eat greedy yes, Mothers. Like a starving person," added Mrs Sulis sneering.
"I don't do it for the rich, but in fact are given free food like people never eat" said another.
"Not free times. That's his condition, it means pay from the envelope." Other mothers responded.
"What conditions? Just a wiggle to give the envelope. That's Ustad Hamdan's big one. Where the food is plentiful and the souvenirs are fancy."
"Yes. Surely the Fahmi also all ask for a pack, tuh, to take home. Confessed by his parents."
"I guess."
"What's that live broadcast, Mom? How's that supposed to mean?" Umi Maryam looked confused not to understand. He does not have a face*book account and has never played social media. The phone is just an old-fashioned phone, can only make SMS and phone. So it's natural that he doesn't know.
"On face*book, Mom." He replied, Mrs Sulis. "Mrs Maryam wasn't friends with Ms Hajah, was she?"
"Face*book is what, anyway? The face of the book, no, that means?" asked Umi Maryam who sounded so katro.
"Face*book is social media, Mom," said Ms. Ningsih. "We can create status, upload videos and photos. And live broadcasts can also be. Here's an example." He again showed me his cell phone when Fahmi was put in jail.
Umi Maryam herself already knew the case Fahmi, because her husband had told her. Only now, what he was confused about was the live broadcast that the mothers were gossiping about. He doesn't understand what he means.
"That's a video, ma'am, why are you talking about a live broadcast? Kayaking in tivi?" asked Umi Maryam with a frowning forehead.
"Dihape can too, Mom. Not just in tivi," said Bu Ningsih. "Now the age is sophisticated. My phone can also make a live broadcast on face*book, Mom," he added, showing his phone back and forth with a 3 camera behind him.
"What all hape can do, ma'am?" tanyanya.
"could. Provided there is a camera and face*book account," replied Ms. Ningsih. "Mom's sure you just found out, huh? Don't have a face*book account? Aye, right?" guess what is true.
"Yes." Yeah." Umi Maryam nodded. "Can't you, ma'am, if it's a list? But my own phone has no camera. How's that?"
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