Died Ahead of Marriage

55. Annan

"Oh Grandma, I'm sick. Why did Grandma hit me?" Amar protected himself with both hands.

He could not hear what Grandma was talking about. Grandma's mouth continued to move quickly, but she could not read what her grandmother said.

Amar's view, moving on objects that were used as weapons by Your Grandmother. Amar pulled the sheet and read it. His hand shook as he read the sheet, and he immediately came down from the cage even though he still felt uncomfortable.

"Where are you going?" grandma asked blocking Amar's steps.

However, Amar still could not hear the grandmother's words well. He tried to let go of Grandma's grasp. This time, however, Grandma was sitting down.

Amar who had wanted to go out, canceled his wish. He saw Grandma who had resigned to the situation. "Sir, why not block Anna's departure? Why do I have to when I can't do anything?"

Grandma just bowed. He felt free to speak, because Amar would not be able to hear his words.

"Amar will not divorce her. It never will. Because, I .. love him. I promise to look for her anytime."

Elsewhere, Anna enters a simple contract. "From today on, you and I will stay in this contract." Anna rubbed her enlarged womb.

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A few years later, a child wearing a martial uniform, reading 'Wushu' was walking cheerfully towards his home. The age of the child was nine years. He has just been informed that his name will be included in the Wushu national match.

When at the crossroads, when he was about to cross, he saw the strange behavior of motorists near the car who were seen opening the window.

The child approached and continued to monitor, watching the passengers sitting on the back, getting off quickly pulling something through the window of the car and returning to the motorbike that was ready to move.

A man got out of the car, but the thief had escaped very quickly on his motorbike. The child who witnessed the incident, saw a piece of block not far from its position picking up the piece of wood and galloping to throw towards the rider's hand.

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The useful hand pulled the gas right got hit by a piece of wood, so he jerked and the motor was screwed and fell.

The boy ran towards the thief who failed to escape. He immediately rotated several times until his hit hit the head of the motor driver earlier.

Meanwhile, the passenger who was in charge of snatching, pulled out a dagger and pointed it at the little boy.

"Lu boy, don't know yourself? Want to be a hero?"

The boy picked up the shuffles he had learned over the years in wushu martial arts. With nimble, round and beautiful kick floated closer to the snatch.

This time he focused on the wallet that was in the hands of the thief. He did a beautiful round alternating stands between his hands and feet, pinching the waist of an opponent who had a posture many times compared to himself with both feet. Then concentrate the weight on the two hands that became his footing this time on the asphalt. The man's body lifted and crashed on the asphalt.

"Amghhhh!" ringis the opponent.

Seeing that his opponent had been battered enough, the boy pulled the wallet in the hands of the snatcher.

"Om, look for money that is halal dong! Don't think gini! Shame right? Lose the same little boy as me?"

The boy moved on to the man who started walking closer to him. However, the man who owns the wallet can be seen pointing behind him.

"Tolooong! Tooloong!" shouted the man he helped. This makes the snatch immediately set the motor, immediately turn on, and run away.

The man who saw the little boy was injured, tore off the shirt he was wearing, tied it to an incision that drained a great deal of d*rah.

"Come on, we're going to the hospital." He took the little boy into his car. Then they went to the hospital.

The boy's face looked calm. He kept glancing while driving his vehicle. "Whose name?" ask the man.

"Me, Om? My name is Anan, Om."

"We're going to the clinic where I work."

"Good, Om. So, um a doctor? Why not treat it directly?" inquiringly.

"This wound is quite deep and must be sewn. Let's just do it in the clinic."

The boy named Anan finally nodded pressing on the injured part of his hand.

Some time later, the nine-year-old boy was accompanied by several nurses, after the doctor who brought him had given him an injection of anesthesia.

"Don't you feel anymore?" ask one of the nurses.

Anan nodded his head. The doctor had appeared carrying a needle that had been given a black strap.

"You're a hotshot, right? In this way, you're not afraid, are you?"

Anan nodded his head. However, he chose to close his eyes when the needle entered the skin and put together the part of the wound that was still draining fresh red liquid.

"It's over" said the doctor.

Anan opened his eyes. "Huh? Is that it, Om? How fast, huh? It doesn't hurt at all."

The doctor smiled, rubbing Anan's head. "Thank you? You got hurt helping, me."

"It's okay, Om. My mother said that martial arts was used to help people. This time is the right time. I can practice it directly."

The doctor smiled. "Well, mama you haven't imagined what's going to happen anyway? If he knew his son was hurt like this, he'd be mad at Om."

Anan smiled clumsyly. "Yes, my mom will be sad. But I don't know, Om. Looks like Mama won't be sad to see this. Ever since I was a kid, I fell or I got hurt, my mom never looked sad. I was told to join this martial arts is said not to be a spoiled child."

For a moment the doctor nodded his head. "Looks like your mama knew she had raised a great kid."

"It's not so, Om. Mama Anna never really loved me."

The doctor was surprised to hear a name that had disappeared ten years ago. "Who's your mama's name?"

"Anna, Doc. Why, Doc?"

"Your father?"

"Mama said, my dad died when I was in the womb. I see, the name of the father written in the report card is Amar ..."