Gold And Diamond
Part 40 "Some Hints"

"Yes, it's stupid in there. He should have told me from the beginning. The house is also sold. That means he will seriously leave Indo. How do I keep on doing it?"

Miftha looked at Maya. "Gini aja's. We're anterin you're home. You I'm a bell. Let Maya motor her own."

There was no crying. Her tears only shed one drop after another. He focused on judging Kafil's mistakes that he didn't want to open up to from the start. However, he had to obey two of his friends who forced him to go home. Take pity on Kala who is alone at home.

They also went home.

"It has. Thanks, yeah, May, Mif. Want to stop by first."

"Other times, Vey. You are strong." Miftha stroked Vey's shoulder.

"I'm strong. Calm down" he said later. Smiling tasteless.

"Yes, we're saying yes. Assalamualaikum." Maya represent.

Kala poking in the garage. He was willing to open the door when he heard the noise of the motor, then stopped in front of the house. He noticed Vey's disheveled face, but he held back asking.

"Onni, I thought Onni would chat first. I wait for nothing. I haven't had time to make noodles."

"This is me buying nasgor. We eat." Vey take off the slippers. Enter the side door of the living room.

The time behind him closed the door, then locked it.

"It's over?"

"It has. So Onni just left to write the same sketches."

Vey put his fried rice on the table. Kala who then took two dishes, poured the fried rice there. All of you present it to the front of Vey who is preparing to continue the pending sketch earlier. Actually he just wants to break it down. Calms the heart and mind. He could only rest after twelve o'clock.

So did Kala. Ba'da magrib had no murajaah and did schoolwork. He plans to do it tomorrow morning. But, it turned out that she had to cook before leaving for school. He turned half-juz and did the quran hadith work until he heard Vey concisely stuff, then entered the room. Signs that it is very late.

Vey quickly closed his eyes. Not strong enough to resist sleepiness. Let the name of Kafil be lost for a moment in its utterness. But, the name actually carried over to dreamland. He woke up suddenly. Istigfar three times. It was still at half-four in the morning.

There's no sound. Kala has not woken up because also rarely pray tahajud. Even Vey is too tired with his work and school affairs. Vey tried to close his eyes again, but couldn't. He distracts, checks his message for Kafil. Kafil's account is completely disabled. There's no trace of him and he won't be able to get any information, except from Maya, Zezee, or Akbar.

Vey rising. He wanted to wake Kala, but pity her. He understood that Kala's task as a memorizer was not easy.

"If I knew the cause of her Mama's pain, I knew the real events of why her Papa's office was closed, it seemed like I could piece together the truth. Zezee and Maya have to help me. O Allah, am I really prepared to lose Kafil?" The feeling changed indeterminately.

Vey hasn't read the Koran in a long time. Unlike Kala who read it with Istiqamah every day. He's going to the bathroom. Leave the door of his room open. Then, return in a state of holiness - all morning bathing.

Precisely because of Vey's gentle hum, Kala woke up a few minutes later. It's four o'clock. Gus Omar's face suddenly loomed.

"What would happen if Onni even made a match with him? O Allah, lighten the Onni problem."

Vey was still very curious. This morning after arriving at school, he put up a temporary close order pamphlet for paintings and sketches. That was so that he could focus more on finding the answer to his current problem. After school, he returned to his father's office. And, the atmosphere was indeed as it was last night.

He could only pry at the information of some rickshawmen who were not far from the front of the gate. One of the rickshawmen happened to be carrying a newspaper. He got the newspaper loan. He was focused on the sidewalk. He did not find the news he was looking for.

"Sir, this office is closed from when, huh?"

"Just three days ago, Mother."

"Yesterday there was, Ma'am. Today is nothing."

The other rickshawman added, "On the local television channel yesterday was reported. Not see?"

Vey doesn't watch television. Hardly ever. The television lasted for months.

"What's the news, sir?"

The answer is the same as described fried rice basket last night.

"four splash. Dozens of employees were forced to be laid off."

Vey continued in his heart, "Automatically his Papa Kafil needs a lot of money. That's why his house was sold. Although the employees are not up to forty people, but I think it is not enough. True Maya said, the state of Kafil now must be very precarious. Where her mother is also sick. Yes Allaaah."

"Then, where's Kafil's Papa now? So fugitive or caught?" his inner.

"The director's been arrested, sir?" Vey is still in the same position.

"Yet. A moment did not remember first.kabur to Malaysia, Mbak."

"But, right, it's not really the director, sir. Why should I run away?"

"Lha ya about that Father does understand."

"But, if he is innocent and only questioned, his Papa Kafil should not have run away. His father was quite responsible as a leader. That means they have other problems and they don't want to be in contact with the police. My guess is that it might. Astagfirullah, I hope my prejudice is not far away, O Allah."

Too bad Vey never got in touch with those office Papa Kafil. He had only come a few times, but not so much interaction. He suddenly remembered.

"I think I've been on chat at all at the same office person." Vey quickly took his cell phone. He returned the newspaper to the rickshaw bone.

Vey checked over and over again. Worrying is not thorough. The problem is that he didn't keep the number. And, so many customer numbers that he did not save. He tried very carefully by ignoring the atmosphere around. Three times he scrolled the screen up and down, then clucked. I hope there is a way to find out. He remembers once that time getting a personal message from a private number of office people. And, he had also never cleaned up all of his washap messages.

"There should be, but..." Vey mutters.

"Try on the Bromo radar, Ma'am!"

"Away, sir. It could be an hour from here."

"Yo if it's important. What business is it?"

"There's a personal matter, sir. Can you help me? I know anyone who works in this office. Isn't there?"

"My son really worked here. But, finished training out. About info-info do you know, Mommy?"

"It could be known, sir. Your child may still communicate with other employees. Where is your father's house?"

The father immediately told. So did Vey immediately leave for the location.

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