BETTING

NEW STORY

An Avanza car was parked in front of the house. The sound of the engine echoed, making children who were engrossed in playing, running outside, wanting to see who was coming. Their little legs look so agile. The sound of laughter accompanied the steps towards the front porch.

"Nrank ..." They screamed when they saw who got out of the car.

Then began to whisper when he saw someone else walking side by side with their brother.

"Who's that coming with Elin's sister?"

"Oh, that's pretty."

"The car's good, yeah."

"It must be rich."

"Eh, he brought souvenirs. Funny."

I don't know what else the kids say. They look very enthusiastic when Celine and Fauzan open the fence, enter the house.

"Let's go in. Brother bring the cake. Wash your hands first, yeah." A sweet smile was created on her lips. The children ran back into the house.

Fauzan who had just been silent to notice, became amazed at their familiarity. How Celine was so skilled at taking care of them one by one.

"Who, Neng?" ask Onah. Seeing Fauzan's neat appearance made him a little curious.

"The notary called yesterday, Bik," he replied.

"Oh, handsome too." Onah.

"This baby."

"Be careful, Neng. Do you know you have a wife like the old one," whispered Onah.

"Bibik just don't want to be sick anymore" replied Onah.

"Lin tau's. Thanks for being taken."

Ahem.

There was a sound of coughing from behind. At once they turned their heads, forgetting that they had ignored Fauzan.

"Eh, sorry. Just sit there." Celine pointed at a long chair in the corner. Now their home has a seat to receive guests.

"okay." The man put down his body and leaned back leisurely. In his heart said, it turned out that this was the place where the woman and her foster children lived.

She knew a little about this woman's life from her co-worker, Bhishma. It has been a year since the construction project began. He was asked to take care of all the buying and selling process and compensation to the owner of the house or land to be taken over.

His notary office is not as big as the others. Dai just started it the last two years. Compared to the company owned by Bisma, arguably still far away. He had just crawled, while the man had already run.

It is only fitting that Bhishma could send his wife abroad, and remarry. He even bought his young wife a house in cash, and became a permanent donor at the parlor.

Fauzan himself has not been able to follow the lifestyle of the man. He had to save years to buy a house. The car still uses the old output of a dealer.

"Drink, sir."

Susi who had just quietly peeked out from behind the kitchen, came out shyly carrying a glass of warm tea. Put it on the table and go back inside. Always so every guest comes to visit.

After that incident, Celine was more intensively looking for donors. Donations from Bhishma no longer exist, all in a complete stop. He came back like he used to, struggling to find good-natured people willing to share a little sustenance for them.

Donors began to arrive, mostly men. There are also women from the charity community and the mosque. Even if not as much as before, if collected the results are good.

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