My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Mr. Akmal's anger

"Just apply this ointment so that the mark will quickly disappear." The doctor who examined Chayra handed over an ointment to Ms. Santi.

"B.. How is my daughter, Doctor?" Santi asked Bu after the Doctor came out of Chayra's room.

"It looks like your daughter's psychic state is a little disturbed. For now, don't leave him alone. I'm worried that he'll do things out of control."

"M.. What do you mean by Doctor?"

"The bottom line is, I don't leave her alone. His mentality was a little disturbed because of this incident that happened to him. I try to always be by her side. If you're gonna leave her, tell the others to take care of her." The young doctor looked at Bu Santi with a worried look on his face. "Mm. Why don't you take her to the Hospital for further treatment."

Santi's mother immediately shook her head. "I don't want my daughter's disgrace to be a public consumption."

"But this is for the good of Mother's daughter."

Santi's mom is back. "I'll just do an outpatient for my daughter. I believe that the Doctor will do his best for him."

"I'll do everything I can, Mom." Smiling but looking forced.

"Mm.. will my child be able to recover, Doctor?"

"Lho, why did you say that? Allah is Powerful, Ma'am. People who have been sentenced to the doctor will die in a period of days or months, sometimes can live for a longer time. What can happen because of that, Mom? For Allah is Powerful over all things."

Ms. Santi smiled stiffly immediately lowered her head, speechless at the Doctor's explanation.

"Then I say goodbye. God willing, tomorrow morning I will come again to see the development of Mother's daughter." The doctor got up from the sofa while greeting Mr. Ismail who was sitting in front of him.

"Thank you for the time, Doc." Said Mr. Ismail.

"Assynoltomodel.."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.."

Mr. Akmal and Ms. Fatimah (His grandfather and grandmother Chayra) came out of Chayra's room with sad faces.

"Why did my grandson get there like that, Ismail?"

Mr. Ismail gasped at his in-laws question. The two looked at Mr. Ismail as if asking for an explanation.

"What happened to her? Why does he look so bad like that?" Added Mr. Akmal again.

Mr. Ismail breathed a heavy sigh. "The whole story, Abi."

"Where are you letting him go so he can get this bad?" Fatimah did not want to lose.

"Ayra never goes anywhere by herself, Ummi. But that night he was framed by someone claiming to be his close friend. Wearing her friend Ayra's cell phone number to launch the action." Definitely Ms. Ainun.

"Do you know what happened?"

Hearing Mr. Akmal's question, everyone in the room looked at each other.

"Why are you guys just quiet? If you already know tell me you know, or vice versa."

Still no one makes a sound.

"Or Abi who will find out for herself who has dared to do evil to Abi's grandson."

"K. We all don't know the culprit yet, Abi. We're afraid of guessing it's su'udzon to people. All this time, as you know Ayra had no enemies. That's what's been confusing us until now."

"Have you guys reported to the police. Is the culprit difficult to process?"

They all look at each other again.

"Why are you all silent? Are you letting him go without thinking about how my granddaughter who he's made feels like that?" Mr. Akmal pointed towards Chayra's room. "Where are your brains?!" Rubbing his face rough.

"We. we just don't want to be rash, Abi."

"Regard what do you mean, Ismail? This is a very obvious and obvious crime. You see your nephew now. He was traumatized and could barely know us. What if he ha....?" Mr. Akmal did not continue his sentence. He rubbed his face violently to vent his regret. "Astagfirullahal'adzim.." closed his eyes while twitching his throbbing temples even tighter.

"We intend to investigate the culprit without involving the police." Mr. Ismail tried to convince.

"It's not as easy as you say, Iamail. The criminal has a thousand ways to keep his crime from being known." Mr. Akmal took a deep breath while sitting on the sofa. "You should leave this matter to the authorities. Had you reported this incident in the first place, this matter would not have been this complicated."

"I'm sorry for our stupidity, Abi. Actually, Santi wanted to report this incident the night Ayra went missing. But I prevented it." Said Mr. Ismail honestly.

Mr. Akmal breathed a heavy sigh. "Call Ayra's friends now! Everything without exception." Mr. Akmal emphasized on his last sentence.

"But they're in college, Abi."

"Call them now! No need to take the phone. Take them to their campus."

"But they don't know about this, Abi."

"Say, get them now!"

Bu Ainun was instantly speechless hearing the snapping of his Abinya.

Ms. Ainun simply nodded as she passed from before everyone. Enter Chayra's room to call Zidane who was accompanying Miss Santi there.

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The three girls who were sitting in the living room of the Chayra house were completely flustered. There have been dozens of questions that Mr. Akmal has asked them. However, none of those questions made them understand what the middle-aged man who was introgating them really wanted.

"Sorry, Cake." Alesha finally asked because she was confused to hear Pak Akmal's question which only discussed with whom Chayra went that night. With whom Chayra sent a message as well."

"We're confused, Cake. Why does Grandpa keep asking about things we don't know at all. Did Grandpa get a bright spot on who kidnapped Ayra?"

"You guys think?" Mr. Akmal asked back.

The three girls looked at each other in confusion.

"But, we are completely unaware of the events before and after Ayra was kidnapped, Cake. Ayra's mobile phone was found lying down with Amira's mobile phone. But that's the problem. Amira's phone went missing as we went along. Ayra also found out about it and helped look for it. Does Grandpa suspect we've framed our own best friend?" Tina squinted her eyes at Mr. Akmal.

Mr. Akmal smiled cynically. "The kidnap motive's a lot, son."

Mr. Akmal's reply made the three girls look at each other in astonishment.

"We'll help as much as we can, Mother. Hope Ayra's okay."

"My grandson is not okay. He's like a dead man but alive!"

Alesha, Amira and Tina gasped in shock. "M.. You mean Grandpa?" Alesha immediately rose up in her shock.

Mr. Akmal just pointed towards the tightly closed Chayra room.

The three girls turned towards the room. They looked at each other and rushed to the room.

Mr. Akmal just stared at the departure of the three girls from before him with a pushy look.

"A.. Ayra.." Alesha, Amira and Tina stammered. Not believing what they see.

"Ssttt. don't be noisy. He just closed his eyes." Zidane gave instructions as he approached the three girls. "We talk outside. Don't let Ayra hear your voice."

They nodded compactly, although actually wanted to get closer and hug his friend who was sleeping.

"Have you guys got a bright spot, who took your phone, Amira?" Zidane asked the question as soon as his ass landed on the sofa.

The three of them shook their heads compactly. "We suspect someone. We visited his house last night. But the house was heavily guarded by two guards. We tried to give a lot of reasons. But still the bodyguard wouldn't let us in. They said, Their great sir and Madam are at home. So no one's gonna be able to see you that night."

Zidane heard Amira's explanation. "Keep it.."

"We tried to force, brother. But, the guard kicked us out violently instead" Tina said. His face looked upset considering the events yesterday.

"Gue was also pushed to the point of falling. Heh, that's really upsetting." Amira rolled her eyes while shuddering in horror.

Zidane turned to look at Alesha who was still silent. "What about you?"

"I..?" Alesha pointed to herself.

"Yes, you. I want to hear your opinion."

"I don't know what to say, brother. I just want to see Ayra now." Alesha's eyes glazed over.

"You saw it already."

"But I don't see his face. I want to hug him, brother. Please, yes.."

Zidane breathed his breath out violently. "The conditions are very bad. You won't have the heart to see it."

They gasped when they heard Mr Akmal's clap on someone from the porch.

"What's happen?" Alesha got up trying to find out.

"Don't try to find out. Grandpa was furious. Don't let you also be a place to vent his anger."

Alesha paused her intention to look out. He sat back and looked at Zidane in surprise. "Tell me how Ayra is doing, brother."

"Dirty.." Zidane shifted his eyes. "I'm afraid you can't hear it." His face turned serious.

"What bad?" Amira asked impatiently.

"You'll know later." Zidane got up while leaving three girls who were harboring curiosity.

They were again surprised by the sound of Mr. Akmal's snapping.

Amira looked at her two friends. "We need to be more serious about finding out who stole my phone that day. If the phone thief has been found. Then this abductor will be easy to find as well."

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