My Love lawyer
Love Mothers Along the Way, Love Children Sepajang Galah

Mardin read the paper in his hand carefully, while Andre seemed busy with his computer.

"Normally those who do not have letters will lose to the owner of the letter." Mardin.

"Yes, that's how it is. Because the authentic evidence is yes the letter published by BPN."

"This is the lack of our society, not yet aware of the administration. In the big city, there are still those who only rely on a piece of Camat's letter. What else is there in our village, I think it's a lot of houses and gardens that have no mail at all."

Andre nodded.

"Well, many times." Mr. Ritonga chimed in on their conversation. "In my village there, there are many gardens and rice fields that have no letters at all. His name was once a forest, they opened, make land, yes already, in the claim it as his. Almost everyone is so. That is why the land of the people in my village is wide. The forest is a garden, isn't it?" His word.

"So, what if you want to sell it, Bang?" Ask Andre.

"Sell that, Ndre. Fellow villagers. I bought your land so many tens of millions, yes already, change hands. Most remittance. If the one who buys diligently and considers important letters, then he takes care of the letter. Usually people buy it too." The story of Mr. Ritonga with his thick stone accent.

"Bag, I think it's also in my village" said Mardin.

"Then, if someone shows up with a piece of official letter issued by BPN, who would be blamed there. Legally he is right, although ethically not right, right. But before the law, authentic evidence is true."

"That's what I said" said Mardin. "I'm sorry to see that Rukiyah ma'am. Her husband's only possessions were taken away by his son. Especially in the lawsuit, the plaintiff asked that Bu Rukiyah and her unmarried child immediately vacate the house and no longer be allowed to live there. This is so outrageous in my opinion. That's her real mother, you know."

"Udah palak times he I think." said Mr. Ritonga.

"I guess too. But it's still less ethical, Bang. If the sister he told me to leave is still somewhat acceptable to me, but this is his mother; who has given birth and raised him." Mardin bobbing head.

"This is what the saying goes, Din. Love Mother Along the Way, Love the Child Along the Way."

"Cases like this are many." Andre who had just listened, spoke up."As you said yesterday, Din; again rife."

"Yes. If you think so, there's little chance that Bu Rukiyah can win."

"At least we are trying to find a way that not all claims are accepted, one of which asks that Bu Rukiyah not be allowed to occupy the house. Or other things that don't do much harm to Bu Rukiyah."

Mardin.

"Wear their lawyers too?" ask Mr. Ritonga.

"Yes." said Andre.

"It's the worst time that his lawyer has proposed that his mother be expelled."

"It could be the plaintiff's request, Bang."

"If legally, the plaintiff's asking for it, Bang. Because he is a legitimate owner. He just doesn't want anyone else in his house. But, the problem that was told to come out was her birth mother." Mardin sighed.

Andre scrunched his neck, a sign that he was fretting.

"You're in the silence, right?" mardin said while chuckling.

Andre smiled

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In haste, Mala who was followed by Farah from behind entered the meeting room where Andre, Mardin and Pak Ritonga were chatting.

"Please Mr. Lawyer, my sister Malik has just been taken to the police station, because of Ms. Mila's report" Mala said in a heartfelt tone.

They're shocked.

"Why was it reported, Mother? What's problem?"

Mala told me in a trembling voice. "Three days ago Madam Mila, her husband and son came to my mother's house with a letter from BPN. He requested that my mother and Malik vacate the house immediately, because he was the rightful owner."

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"Mom, here's a letter of proof of ownership of this house. It says, Mila the owner. Therefore, Mila please very well, we finish well, Mother and Malik leave this house, stay with Mala."

"We don't have to fuss, Mom. If indeed Mom and Malik are willing to leave this house willingly, Mila will withdraw the lawsuit in court."

"Your work, son. Tega you." said Bu Rukiyah with a trembling voice. "You and your brothers were born in this house, you grew up in this house. You know exactly, the owner of this house is Father and Mother. Now that you've grown up, you're taking this house forcibly."

"There is no evidence to suggest that this house belonged to Father and Mother. Now this letter proves that Mila is the rightful owner."

Bu Rukiyah's tears fell. "Mom doesn't mind if this house is yours, but have it in a good way. Don't be so happy. I just want to be fair."

"Let's ask carefully, ma'am. If Mother complies, we can live together in peace. There doesn't need to be any trouble like this."

"Mother and Father bought this land by collecting little by little the money we had, and then we woke up with great difficulty." cried Bu Rukiyah getting louder.

Malik, who had just returned from work, was surprised to see his mother crying.

"What else is this? Why is Mom crying?"

"Let's ask us to vacate this house right now." Mrs Rukiyah tergugu.

"If you don't say it now, as soon as possible."

"Mbak Mila has filed a lawsuit in court. Let's go through the process, until there's a judge's verdict."

"If Mom and you do, I'll drop the lawsuit in court."

"No need. Just continue. We follow the judge's verdict." said Malik firmly.

Mila continued to insist, they also engaged in a war of mouth. Moreover, Ardi her husband participated in heating the atmosphere. The quarrel between brother and sister was getting bigger. Until Malik finally got out of control, he took the machete and pointed it at Mila.

"Both of you, get your feet out of this house. While there has been no court ruling, this house is still my mother's home. You ungodly child, do not know yourself!!"

"Polite talk with your brother, Malik." said Ardi.

"Heh, you!! It shouldn't be me you're teaching me to speak politely. This should be your wife you taught me to speak politely with parents. The more I'm sure you're the ringleader of all this trouble. You were the one who taught Madam Mila to take this house from Mom? You son of a bitch, a cursed man." Ardi swung his machete almost about Ardi.

Mila screamed when she saw a machete almost hit her husband. Ardi looked pale.

"Exit you from this house, or I'll take it all out. Your insolent shit made my mom cry. Get out! " Malik brandished his machete once more.

Mila, her husband and son rushed out. Malik sighed, without him noticing Mila's son who had been with them, recording the incident with a cell phone. And that tape was what Mila used as evidence to report Malik.

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Andre and Mardin looked shocked to hear Mala's words. Not yet finished one problem, a new problem arises.

"This matter is not just a civil case that we have to deal with, but a criminal one as well" Mardin said.

"It shouldn't be necessary to play machete everything."

"Malik is an emotional person, Mas. I have warned you in advance, if Madam Mila comes to disturb, do not need to be replied, just diemin. But maybe Malik can't stand it."

Andre sighed.

"Please release my sister, Mas. Mom passed out when she saw Malik taken by the police, and until now still can not get out of bed. I'm getting sick."

Andre iba heard it.

"We try the family road, Ndre. We persuaded Mila to retract her report from the police."

Andre nodded. "We're going to the police station now."

They immediately rushed.

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