Crazy Woman's
Fraud Motives
That day there was no wind, no rain Ocean knocked on the door of the workspace Mr. Sunandar.
Tok...
The man who was reading the financial statements immediately said
"Come in"
The man in a red shirt with a picture of the borobudur temple entered the room, he saw an old man in an ash suit staring at him.
"Look sir, if you don't mind, I'd like to take you for a short walk this afternoon"
"To..."
"The shabby house..."
"You're there, why go there"
The ocean shifted the bench, given a photo album on Mr. Sunandar, the contents: a backpacker wearing sunglasses was eating with a boy in a room with a floor, the, the man looked happy even though he was eating on a zinc round-shaped biscuit.
The second photo shows a female backpacker wearing a white sweater carrying a baby in the yard of a straw-walled house.
"What do you want"
"So, sir, this is my personal opinion, you know, this father needs a personal refreshing, after a fight with his mother, I recommend refreshing to other places. A place that can hone the father's empathy, which is in this slum"
The man left without a word but you know what happened that night....
A red SUV arrives. From inside came a girl wearing a blue skirt.
"Grandfather"
The two of them hugged, at dinner the girl mentioned her intentions and purpose here.
"When we go on vacation, I want our family to go on vacation together"
The man drank a mouthful of water and said
"Can, we can have a picnic to Songgoriti beach, or to Pelang, then the afternoon go to the mall"
"No, Vanya just wants us to have a picnic in the slum area, kayaking on the slum"
"Kok you want a picnic there, what's wrong"
"Vanya wants to be a poor cake, so that later if the Vanya family falls poor, Vanya is not surprised anymore"
Mrs Blomington, who was pouring orange juice, immediately said
"If you just want to feel the poor life, why not try participating in the exchange reality show.fate only"
"That bill"sir Sunandar chimed.
"No way, reality shows like that, a lot of settings"
"Where cake, can't do anything"
The man did not reply, seeing that the girl immediately nodded.
"That means yes"
The gray-white man smiled, Vanya immediately hugged him.
Who brainwashed this kid
The question was answered the next day, when from the car an invitation came out a man in a black shirt, with a bushy beard adorning his chin, who else if not the Ocean!!!
Along the way, the two men were more silent, as if there was a wall blocking the two.
The car made its way through traditional markets, primary schools, and shopping buildings, then turned into a narrow alley. Along the road there is a simple house with bamboo woven walls with a spacious yard overgrown with mango trees, not to miss the rows of wire rope poles along the journey complete with fluttering colorful clothes add to the lively atmosphere.
Ckiiite. The car stopped at a house, a large yard, a small woman in a white skirt ran over to greet them.
"Diva sir" he said, shaking hands.
There was a sense of unease in the man as he watched the little girl with her small hands carrying the heavy family black suitcase.
The room was just a cot with a mattress, at least it was the best room they had to welcome guests staying. While the two cots behind are for the host.
Remember Mr. Sunandar the memory of his childhood, how he used to learn as a child accompanied by a torch. The fire that licked out licked out as if giving a multiplied spirit.
"Let us eat, you must be hungry"
Strange, simple cooking sauteed kale leaves are very delicious, so delicious that the boy invited Mr. Sunandar added.
"Add sir"
Mr. Sunandar who ate with his hands could not resist while the little girl pushed a mouthful of rice.
"Thank you son, where's your mother going"
The look on the boy's face turned into a stupor, his eyebrows dropped down, his eyes glazed over, an old man immediately said
"Amel's mother is being treated in hospital"
"What pain sir"
"Breast cancer"
"Oh"
Why is it just the word oh that is spoken in this lips, why at a time like this I even fell, can not help this little girl God
The taste of haru became more when he saw the little girl was peddling cakes on an old bus.
"Donat sir"
He looked at the little girl. His black skirt could not hide the wound stain
"Why can your feet hurt like that"
"So I fell while selling in angkot, was the passenger jejel riyel until I fell right to change transportation"
The old man put the little girl into his lap, treated the wound.
"Thank you sir"
"Same, buy a mbak donut"
"How much"
"Five seeds"
He quickly gave her a box of donuts.
"The rest are twenty-five thousand"
The white-grayed man gave fifty thousand rupiahs.
"I'll get you a change first sir"
"Not to do you any good"
"Mom said, even though we are poor but do not feel sorry for others because we still have self-esteem"
Ah this small child already has a stand, if all Indonesian children like this.
From that meeting, there was a friendship between the two of them. Every afternoon, the old man always stood at the same bus stop, buying the merchandise of the little girl in white shirt, while chatting away tired work.
Like this afternoon, the old man was already sitting in front of the stop, occasionally he looked at the watch. It's four in the afternoon, and the girl hasn't come yet, where is she, what's the pain.
Until maghrib ahead of Diva has not come as well. Finally the man left with a sigh. Maybe he'll come back tomorrow.
The next day the girl did not come again, making Mr. Sunandar's patience run out, he quickly drove the vehicle to the boy's house.
Mr. Sunandar felt pangling how not, the floor has been plastered tiles, the wall has been walled. Repeatedly he matched the photos in the camera's inbox with the house now displayed in front of him.
Tok...
From there came a little woman wearing a yellow skirt,
"Oh sir Sunandar, tumben visit let's pack in"
The living room was already beautified with foam chairs. Not to forget the red rose has been embedded in an oval-shaped flower vase.
"Kok you don't sell doughnuts anymore"
The little girl smiled she said
"I got some money from Buanyuaaak"
"Oh sir Sunandar, how's it going"
An old man in a white shirt arrived and greeted him.
"Good news sir"
The two embrace each other.
" Oh yes sir, the Diva said that you just got money from business, what business"
"Oh that, just the business of tea dipping, maybe Mr. Sunandar is interested, I have just started the business of tea dipping, you just pay two hundred and fifty thousand, just pay two hundred and fifty thousand, then there will be people who send sampeyan five doses of tea bags each containing twenty threads, from which we will get a commission of ten million rupiah paid in stages"
The man who had listened to his father's story Diva felt that this was a fraud, it turned out that his assumption did not miss, three months later, precisely on Sunday Mr. Burhan came to his house.
Doc. doc.
"Sir, sir Sunandar I can owe ten million rupiah sir, I beg you" said the man while gasping for breath.
"So calm down, drink some water first"
After gulping down a glass of water, the man looked calm,
"So here's the story, connect the business story that yesterday, I managed to get five downline people, each of whom deposited two hundred and fifty thousand, respectively, but until now the payment money is still not coming, even though I have promised a profit of ten million rupiah on each person"
"A little while, this is how to arrive there is a downline all how to sir"
The man sipped another water.
"So sir, actually in addition to being given the task of gluing tea, we are also required to find a downline, even the manager said that the salary of ten million can not be liquid if we do not look for a downline, but we are also required to find a downline, the liquid is only five hundred thousand if we just menggelem tea"
"Lha keeps the problem"
"That's sir, these two three days the manager can't be contacted"
"Father has a payment receipt as long as a member"
"There"
"What kind of character does the manager look like, sir"
"He's a mature brown man, with a mole on his forehead, he likes to wear black shirts"
Mr. Sunandar was wide-eyed to hear the man's words. It's not wrong that it's the Ocean, why he's a con man
