Don't Distinguish Me

Wrathful

"What do you mean by that? Are you angry about this little thing? Don't you even care about your own son? He's sluggish, Mas!" The goddess glared sharply at Ramli.

"Yes, it's a small wound, don't overdo it." Ramli. Like not liking the wife's question.

"How about Salsa? He's got your car and the bike he hit. You're out tens of millions! You are not angry with him! As for Anisa, you are such a calculation!"

"Yes Salsa is different. She's that…"

"He what? Presuppet bearer? Fortune-bearer? While Anisa's a fucking carrier? Heh, Ramli, if not Anisa, you think Salsa wants to wash your clothes? Masakin for you? Clean the house so you are comfortable! You think Anisa's maid?" The emotions of the Goddess are unstoppable no longer. Making Anisa even more panicked, let alone they had a fight in front of the house. Many people watched their quarrels. Not even a few whisper to each other.

"Mom, no, dong. Don't fight, shame on the neighbors."

"Wild, Nis! I'm sick of your father always being so picky just because of the little things. Now go on, Mas. The operation's money is one hundred and forty-eight million, right? Okay, I'll even a hundred and fifty million let you be satisfied. I'll sell all my father's gold and land for the nebus. Let your brain not think about money!"

Dewi also entered the house and took the certificate of land and all his gold purchased from the sale of clothes so far.

Anisa follows her mother to persuade her not to do so. While Ramli is still outside and see the condition of damage to Anisa's motorcycle.

"Sir Ramli, why?" asked Bu Asih, his neighbor who had witnessed their quarrel. This mother likes to watch the commotion.

"Disease, Mom, Anisa's reckless to be a person. The motorcycle I bought was built."

"But I heard Salsa driving your car and hit people's motorcycles to run out of tens of millions, you know."

"Salsa is different, Mom. He was not intentionally. He must be in shock, too."

"Oh, so, yes, sir. I'll tell you a little, yes, sir. I once got Salsa in my car Mr. Ugal-ugalan. Sprinkling street vendors, cursing passers-by, accidentally grazing the mums selling pecel around."

Ramli was surprised to hear the words of Bu Asih. He stood up and stared intently at the rich widow.

"Mother don't be reckless, yes."

"I don't accuse. There is proof. Just search my tiktik account @jendesbeauty."

Ramli also searched the account. He was surprised to see the video upload Bu Asih. In the upload, the car looks careless and acts like Bu Asih said earlier.

"Salsa, really, sir. Just look at his hands that come out right giving the middle finger to the people they pass. That's her bracelet, right? His watch too."

"But it could be a bracelet just as clockwise in the cement. Where do you get videos from? Must be from someone, right? It's fake, Mom!" Ramli still does not accept the charges against his daughter.

"This is a video from my car's CCTV. Do you think only you have a car? I have too. And these? I don't see it from the rearview mirror. That's the face of my son." Bu Asih glared while staring cynically.

"Mom, delete, dong, kok nybarin even kayak gini. My son will be ashamed. What about viral?"

"Enak. Who told me to have a child does not know adab like gini. I'm emotional because on the road, he's raced my car many times."

"There must be a reason."

"The reason is because your son does not know adab! If I'm ashamed I'll have a child like that."

"Mom, don't be so reckless! Watch out if it goes viral! I'll know the consequences!"

Ramli went into his house feeling full of emotion. Meanwhile Bu Asih just laughed satisfied. Ever since that incident, he had indeed put a sense of resentment towards Salsa. Unfortunately, the video he uploaded did not go viral. If it goes viral, surely he will be very happy to be able to reply to children who do not know anything like Salsa.

Not long after, Salsa also came home with a very dirty motorcycle. It seemed like he had just fallen into the rice field area, evident from his slightly dirty clothes and his wet shoes like they had been washed out.

"Why, Sa?" asked Bu Asih who secretly recorded Salsa earlier.

"It's not Mom's business!"

"It's really nice and rough, anyway. I'm a parent, you know."

"Bacot, noisy, Buk! Learning the right driving so that on the road is not slow! I'm old-school pretentious to learn to drive, you little fuss!" Salsa just melengos.

"Astaghfirullah, mouth guarded, Sa. Everyone here doesn't like you. Your good manners don't exist!"

"Diem, loe the flirty widow!" Salsa left Bu Asih and went into the house.

"Yes, that is if the child is not taught manners with his father. Even the old man is very rude. This is the guy from the previous video, yeah, gaes, how did you respond?" That was the last word before Ms. Asih turned off the video. It would be a valuable lesson for Salsa if this video went viral.