Beautiful Tailor

Good Neighbors Part 2

Dance knows for sure this is going to happen. Remembering his father since a year ago was not able to go to his sewing stall that he pioneered since Tari was a child.

Dari has prepared savings for the cost of treating his father at any time when needed. But he was not sure that his savings were enough.

Dari is now in her small rented house. He dismantled his savings, more precisely the pity of abuse he had.

He could only collect money of ten to twenty thousand rupiah each he got money from the results he sewed.

"Bismillah"

Bruckkh

He broke the piggy bank made of clay.

Quoted money from the piggy bank that he just broke earlier and then counted. Not much to be gained, only four million eight hundred and twenty thousand rupiah. He regretted why not save more, why for a year only get this much. He's really sorry now.

Not long after, on foot he left and is now in the clinic where his father was treated again. Tired is very tired of his mind, mind, and body.

This is all he did for his father who took care of him, protected him, financed him and loved him to adulthood. Now it's his turn to avenge all that. All that he did with sincerity.

Fadly and Andi are no longer seen in the clinic, only Ms. Rosita is still sitting on the terrace of the clinic. And still kept his head down playing his phone while smiling to himself. Her husband was sick and lying weak in the clinic.

"Mom, where did our neighbor and his friend take us?" ask her stepmother Dance.

"Home home" he answered indifferently, without looking at Dance.

Dari saw her stepmother was caught off guard, then stepped in to meet her father. Until his father separated, his father looked towards the arrival of the sound of footsteps and smiled at Tari, Dari also smiled at his father. He wanted to cry, but he could stand it. He wanted to look strong and strengthen his father.

"We go to the hospital, sir, let's immediately get the right treatment from the doctor," Tari said that while smiling and holding back her tears until she felt tight in her chest.

"Here alone, anyways here the father also gets medicine," his father hiss.

"In this clinic there is no doctor who specializes in treating the father's disease, if in the hospital there is a doctor sir, the medicine is complete, the tools are also complete," replied Tari staring at his father with affection.

"Mr don't want to trouble you, son. Hospitals cost a lot, and away from our homes," this time her father's words really made Tari could not stem her tears anymore.

"I'm sorry, son, it's been a pain for you" his father said.

"Oh my God, no sir.. Father never broke Dance," his hand wiped the tears that kept falling.

His father's weak hand moved to stroke Dance's head.

"Take care of your father, son, who is sick, who always troubles you, never loves you happiness" said his father weakly.

"Don't, sir, you should be optimistic. You must be healed, there is a God who helps us sir. Dari has the money to take my father to the hospital. Do not think about the cost, Dance every day can earn. The same sewing Tari is a lot of sir, the father is not at all troublesome Tari kok" he said to encourage and convince his father.

"Thank you for being a good father's daughter. If you have to be taken to the hospital. You have a little savings than you love every month you never use. It's at home, it can add to the cost of the father's hospital," continued his father.

After hearing that and asking where her father put his savings, Tari returned home.

Not forgetting he left his father to Miss Rosita who he saw now was enjoying his food that he ordered through an online ojek.

It was almost dark when he arrived at his yard. It looks like Fadly is sitting on the porch of the house and will move inside.

"Mas," she called out a little screamed because Fadly had already opened the door of the house and was about to go inside.

Fadly looked back looking for the source of the voice, he saw Dance. Both hands he put in his pants pocket. He wears black knee-length pants and a shirt in white that squeezes and forms his chest that is field and strong arm muscles as well as a flat stomach.

He did not make a sound, he just waited for Tari to say what.

"Thank you for the help. I haven't said thank you yet mas and mas friends who had cars earlier, uh! mas-nya already went home first," he said with a thin smile.

Fadly. I see Dance very tired. The horse-painted hair on the back of the head is now scattered out of shape. He looked at the girl.

For a long time he watched Dance from top to bottom. Likewise with Tari, he unconsciously continued to pay attention to his neighbor. Cuek, that's what he caught. Dance is very unhappy with such men who are ignorant, ignorant and do not respond to people talking.

At their first meeting, Fadly looks arrogant. Not exactly the kind of guy he likes.

But the next second he realized, he had to quickly bathe and perform the Maghrib prayer because he had to take his father to the hospital. Long enough he waited for an answer to his words, but nil.

"If so I go in first yes, Mas," said Tari because long there was no response from the interlocutor.

"Eh! this is your phone. Wait, yeah, I take it inside," Fadly steps into the house leaving Tari.

Then he came out while carrying a butut cell phone belonging to the fallen Dance earlier which had been separated all. Either it can still be used again or not the phone.

Fadly reached out her hand and handed the already separated phone into three pieces. Dance saw it and accepted it.

"Udah was broken, just then you ran down," Fadly sighed.

"Thank you, Mom. It's not broken, either" Dance stringing the phone, inserting the battery, and closing the back case.

Then he long press the power button and a moment later the object is lit featuring two hands that hold tightly typical Nokia.

And he showed Fadly that it had lit up while smiling at Fadly.

"It's often like this, if falling must be like this," he said, but was not asked. Smiles still adorn his face.

For a moment he forgot his sadness, he could smile either because of the phone or Fadly who made him keep smiling.

Because there is no conversation that means Dari was back wanting to enter his house. And only flatly responded by his neighbor.

After bathing and finishing the maghrib prayer, Tari planned to go out and return to the clinic where her father was treated. He also took his father's savings for his father's hospital expenses of course.

The money is also not much, but quite as an additional cost of his father's hospital later.

When he opened the front door of the house he was surprised by the presence of the neighbor. What's going on in his heart.

"How are you?" asked the neighbor to open the conversation.

"Oh, it's still the same as before, Mom. I will take you to the hospital only, because the condition is increasingly impossible if you have to continue to be treated at the clinic," replied Tari honestly.

"The money was enough, right?" asked the neighbor again.

Dance could not cover her shock. His forehead shriveled, thinking for a moment. What money does the neighbor mean, he thought.

"So you got money on me, a million. He said you were telling and you were going to pay, "it seems Fadly knew the confusion of the girl in front of him so he deliberately answered even though he was not asked what money was meant.

Dance cursing Bu Rosita in the heart. He gritted his teeth. She was tired of her stepmother's arbitrary behavior.

"Thank you for kindly lending my mother money. I didn't ask him to borrow money from you. And now I really need money for my father's hospital expenses. So, I can't be sure when to pay that money. Please be patient, yes" said Tari explained at length.

Seeing and listening to Dance she felt very sorry. He was eager to offer help, even if Tari wanted to borrow more money also he did not mind giving it.

But the man was afraid that his offer would be rejected and instead made them feel bad.

"If you need money don't papa, uh the point-" his words stopped. He scratched his head that was not itchy. He was confused how to say it.

"Ehemm. "he wants to say something again, but it's like something's stuck in his throat.

"What did you say? sorry, Mas. I promise after my father comes home from the hospital, I will work hard and pay my mother's debt say eee, my debt," Dari hesitated to say the last part of her sentence, saying, because it is not he who is in debt but he who has to bear it.

"I don't mean it," it's hard for the guy to say.

"I mean... "

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