CHASED MAFIA BOY

Part 3

Mak Oneng is now back home after a three-day hospital stay, the mother still grumbled because the grandson had refused Airin's beautiful request to occupy the VIP room there.

"Refuse the wind is a sin..." Again Mak Oneng reminded Boris of the mistakes he had made, to make himself angry during his stay there.

"Yes mak...Boris knows, but it doesn't taste as good as Airin...I was paid, taken care of, too...We don't know who they are yet..." Kill Boris.

Honestly, he had tried to reject the good intentions of Airin to finance the grandmother at that time, Boris felt he was still able to bear the cost of care of the grandmother with his savings. But because the hospital said that if all the medical expenses mak Oneng had been paid in full, inevitably Boris also received it.

Boris even tried to wait for Airin's arrival yesterday to say thank you as well as refund the payment of Mak Oneng's hospital fee, but until the time they had to leave the hospital the girl did not come. Only an online taxi driver came to pick her up, under the pretext of being booked and paid off by Miss Airin.

"Assynoltom..." A familiar girl's voice in Boris's ear was heard, along with the sound of footsteps approaching the doorstep of Mak Oneng's room.

"Waalaikumsallam." replied Boris, then moved from his seat and approached Icha who was standing there holding a tray containing a warm steamed sponge that Boris had suspected was for his beloved grandmother.

"Cha..." He continued, then left the two and decided to sit in the living room that doubles as the family room. Boris understood that Icha would not dare to enter Oneng's mother's room if he was still in there.

The young man dropped himself on the worn sofa that had once had the red color, then took out a notebook that he placed under the table. Boris had to calculate how much money he couldn't make as long as his grandmother was in the hospital, and write down the total cost that Airin had spent on them.

Boris will still return the money to the girl, however 6 million is not a small amount for the size of a girl his age. What if the money ran out and later his parents asked about where the money was running.

The beloved granddaughter arrived, the girl who was fulfilling her mind at this time turned out to be standing in front of the simple door Boris, Boris, with one large parcel containing fresh fruits and one paper bag with the logo of the famous donut brand in the city. And of course Asep the driver and bodyguard who always faithfully accompany him.

"Assynoltom..." Airin said, his cold voice made Boris feel a strange sensation in his body.

"Valaylaunched...Come in Miss Airin, Mang Asep... Please sit down "Boris got up from her seat and invited her two guests to sit down, while she pulled out the plastic chair she used to sit at the dinner table and sat there.

"Thank you brother..." Reply Airin. The girl did not directly sit on the sofa with Asep's mang, but swung her legs towards Oneng's mother's room.

"Assalamualaikum Mak's..." He said to the middle-aged woman who had started to get close to him for these few days. Airin approached mak Oneng and kissed the back of the woman's hand after she placed her luggage on the small table there.

While Icha who had been there first decided to get out of the room that size is not too big, it is, to give space to the beautiful girl so they can be more free to be in there. Moreover, the look in the girl's eyes was so intimidating to her.

"Sir, Icha first well....Do not forget to eat the medicine" Icha nodded towards mak Oneng and left the narrow room.

"Yes neng, thanks for the sponge...Greetings to your mother.." Speak mak Oneng, then switch to Airin who has been sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Emak how are you? It's healthy now, right?" Airin looked at the old woman's eyes, and saw that there was a lot of sadness and fatigue there. The girl opened her fruit parcel and took one sweet orange and peeled it for her to give to the grandmother of the handsome young man she was looking for.

The fresh taste of sweet orange fruit with a little sour sensation that slightly restores freshness in the old body mak Oneng, especially now a beautiful girl who is feeding it.

Mak Oneng is happy with the kindness and sincerity of this new girl, he said that his polite and polite behavior made mak Oneng ever wish that someday the beautiful girl could be his daughter-in-law. But the wishful thinking was immediately brushed aside, realizing who he was at the moment.

"Emak enough rest well, let's just recover...Airin kangen cilok made by mother" said Airin while pulling the blanket mak Oneng to cover his chest.

Airin also left mak Oneng who was preparing to sleep, after he helped the woman to take the medicine earlier. He wanted to kiss the old woman's forehead, like the one Boris had done to him. But he did not do because of the awkward atmosphere that is still felt by Airin.

"Sister, I go home first...It was late afternoon" Airin refused Boris' request to sit on the sofa to accompany Asep, he already understood where the handsome young man was going when he asked him to sit there.

Airin glanced at Asep's mang, enough to make the big tall man move from his seat and out of the room and follow him.

"Rin, I want to talk to you...It's about..." Boris got up from his seat, trying to catch up to Airin.

"Sister, I'm doing all that for mom..." Cut Airin, turned a glance towards Boris then continued his steps towards the car parked at the end of the alley beside the road.

Boris sighed violently and ruffled his own hair, why is it so hard to talk to the girl? Airin has always shied away if she wanted to talk about the money she would give back to him, even since they were in the hospital when the girl visited her grandmother.

Mang Asep was the same, always diverting the conversation about the money if the conversation began to lead to it.

Boris has a principle that of course has been instilled early on by mak Oneng, the woman always advised him to avoid debt even though the amount is few let alone many.

"If you want something, try to find the right money to make it...Do not owe, sivet it" Again mak Oneng's message back ringing in his ear.

Although they lived mediocre all this time, but the existence of mak Oneng in Boris's life was more than enough for him.

"How to turn back the money..."

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Happy Halu the manteman!