Destined to Love You

DM 120S

The two useless criminals also run off on the ridge after getting several counterattacks from Mike.

"You okay?" Mike lightly rubbed his suit, as if removing the dust stuck due to the fight that had just occurred. The pain in the corner of the lips, instantly disappeared as Rindi greeted him with concern. A faint smile rose between her bruised lips.

"I'd be okay if the one who ran away was you" Mike said seriously. However, different from the response of Rindi who said it was mengombal. While tucking the child's hair into the ear, Rindi blushed in embarrassment.

"Ah, this is your money, sir!" Mike handed over the money that was dropped by the robber.

The dime that may be a small amount compared to Rindi's property let alone Mike's. Even worse because there are bad people who want to rob it. Wasn't the criminal ashamed? Muscle and strength are much more capable than the old man in front of him.

"Thank you, son! May Allah SWT repay your kindness" said the Old Man sincerely.

Rindi saw the shaking hand belonging to the old man unroll the money in his hand. Drawing some sheets, directly thrust to Rindi.

"It's a little sustenance, son! Hopefully helpfully. As a thank you."

"No! I think you need that money more than I do."

Netra Rindi was still watching the tattered clothes worn by the old man was very very simple. While the old man looked at Mike who was smacking a smile while nodding confirming what Rindi said.

"Alhamdulillah, there are rarely people as good and sincere as you. May you both be given a sakinah family, mawadah, warahmah. Gave the children Sholeh and Sholihah."

"Amiiin is robbal alamin." Very enthusiastic Mike immediately guaranteed. Rindi was about to confirm if she and Mike were not husband and wife, but her mouth could only open without being able to say a word. It was heartless to see a beautiful smile etched clearly on Mike's lips.

'I rarely smile like this. And heart. Why is the beat getting faster.' Inner Rindi. Groping the left chest.

"Where are you going these nights?"

The old Netra looked at Mike softly. His pale lips twitched.

"I'm going home." The old man twisted his body, looking down as if looking for something. It looked as if the old man was picking up a blackish-white shabby object. A sack of rice patched on several sides. It's certain that this old man's job, a scavenger.

Rindi's tears dripped without her preventing. I don't know why his heart suddenly felt so small. The old man before him was so indomitable fighting for life. He is a young man who complains sometimes.

"Again thanks for the help, son? Excuse me, yes!"

"Where's the father's house? We'll get you!" Rindi looked at Mike. The man who had always seemed arrogant and arrogant wanted to deliver a shabby old man. Really this?

"Mike!"

"Dear, pity him. What if something happens on the street." Rindi just nodded in agreement.

"Son, no need to bother. I'm used to walking."

"Don't do it, sir! We're calmer if you get home safely" Mike said. The old man looked at Rindi, as if asking if he could ride in his girlfriend's car.

"I don't think it's appropriate to get in your car. I'm dirty and poor."

"I am also dirty and poor. This car is not really mine either." The point of Mike's words is to feel dirty because of Casanova's nature. Poor because everything he has belongs to his parents. And the car he was riding in belonged to his personal assistant because his sports car was still in service.

"Come, Sir! We feel very lucky if you'd like us to deliver, "persuade Mike again.

"All right, son,"

Mike opened the back door.

"Come, Honey!" Mike again positioned Rindi like the queen. Mike also placed his right hand on the top door of the car with the aim of protecting Rindi's head from being hit.

The car slowed down through a narrow alley in the village. "Just stop here, son!" old Pak Pinta. Mike pulled over his car right next to a simple stall decorated with bamboo walls.

"Thank you again, son! If it's acceptable, let's go down and have dinner with me."

"All right!" Beyond Rindi's estimate. Mike got out of the car.

"He is rich, why would he accept the treaties of people who are clearly far below him" Rindi murmured

Three people were chatting casually on a simple couch also made of bamboo.

Mike noticed the interaction of people who seemed friendly to each other. Judging by him, the old man who had been called Mr. Jamal entered the stall. Mike followed without hesitation. Sit back and relax while observing.

Mike actually accepted Jamal's offer. They eat without hesitation. Rindi just eat fried food with pecel seasoning that feels delicious. It has been a long time since the death of Sana's father, only this time he returned to taste the cuisine of a small stall merchant.

After eating together with Mr. Jamal, Mike and Rindi now arrive at Mr. Jamal's small house. An ancient house with a width of twice three meters. The walls have been peeling here and there. Some are even broken and broken.

"Grandparents!" Sound from inside the house. There were three small children in shabby clothes. His age may be the same, one male and two female.

"Grandfather! Grandpa's home yet?" This one's coming late. A boy was estimated to be fifteen years old. His clothes were no better than the others. His face was fresh.

The boy was quick to receive a package of rice that had been purchased by Mr. Jamal. The cheerful faces of all the children seemed to wipe out all the concerned lives that were clearly printed around them.

"I'll get you a drink, Cake!"

"No need! Grandpa is not thirsty. I'm sorry you ate first too."

"Well, do we have to share with them?"

"Oh, grandpa forgot! Introduce. He's Mr. Mike, the guy who helped Grandpa."

They knew each other and shook hands. Not to forget grandfather also told of his meeting with Mike.

Mr. Jamal also told Mike that the children were neither his children nor his biological grandchildren. Mr. Jamal found the children in different circumstances in miserable circumstances. Even the biggest ones are found near death near garbage disposal. Others were found to be almost similar.

"I used to take care of them with my wife, but because of her illness. He died three years ago."

Unknowingly Rindi dropped tears. He was so moved to see the simplicity of Mr. Jamal's family.

Mike wiped away the remaining tears dripping down Rindi's cheeks.

"Why?" ask Mike without a sound. Instead of answering, Rindi prefers to cry on Mike's shoulder.

"This is life, every man has his measure." Very wise Mike said. Still stroking Rindi to calm down.

"Sir Jamal, what if I share a little happiness with them."

"Not me, but us!" ralat Rindi's.

"Yes, Mr. Jamal. We'll give them a decent life, school them and take care of them like children."

"I can still support them."

To be continued