Don't Distinguish Me

Infuriated

The goddess said nothing more. She could only resist growling because her husband was truly selfish.

"Yes, Ibuk is like any other. Keep on daddy. Yes natural dong if father loves Salsa. Sister Nisa is indeed the one who used to make our family sustenance drag," Defend Salsa.

"Geez, Mom's dizzy. Anyway, from now on, Anisa won't be working on this house anymore!"

"Lho, why, Buk? So who's home is dong?" salsa was surprised.

"No, don't do that, dong, Nisa.."

"Diem you, Nis. Just be careful if starting tomorrow you do homework, I won't forgive you!" The goddess snapped at Anisa to make the young girl speechless.

"Now you take a shower! Wash your own clothes! Clean your own room! Don't tell me, there's no maid here!" hiss Goddess while staring at Salsa.

Salsa simply looked up and left the room. Anisa also left amidst her father's gaze that looked increasingly dislikeful to her. Strange, this time there is a Father who does not like his own child just because of an ancient saying.

"Duh, where, yes, the land letter."

"Mom, no, don't search, I don't ask behindin, really," Ramli said slowly.

"Yes but I also need to know where the letter is? I remember when the letter was here a few months ago. No, there is no one now."

"Maybe I forgot. Uda, don't look, now mending Mommy just rest."

"How can I rest if the letter doesn't meet?"

"Other times we'll look for. The land letter must have been. Maybe I forgot to put it down."

"Yes, I want to cook. After that, mop, wash dishes."

"Lho, how'd you become a struggling mom?"

"Then who? Anika? You think my son is a maid?" ask Goddess fierce.

"Yes that's not it. But it's only a matter of Mom doing it all."

"Yes, yes, I'll find ART. Kasian is also Salsa if you have to work at home."

The goddess stared fiercely at Ramli. Apparently the man still could not discipline his son.

They also try to forget about the day.

On the other side.

"It's Ramli's land letter, right?" mr. Imron asked, he is a famous loan shark in the area. He has reached fifty years old.

"Yes, Juragan. He pawned this land letter a few months ago. He said again kepepet because just cheated the same investment bodong and had to turn back what he borrowed from his brother." A man of great stature gave a letter which was a list of the people who pawned the certificate to Imron. There is a mortgage date, percentages, until the due date.

"Huh? Bodong investing? How can?"

"Yes, Juragan. Because he participated in the stock investment in PT abal-abal. Who used that data, Juragan."

"Oh, that member gets a member, yeah."

"Yes, Juragan. He said he'd have the same thing as his son's ngajakin."

"Who? The Nisa?"

"No, Juragan, the Salsa, his second son. That's how he said it was my meeting time before I met Juragan."

"Oh. If you look, the due date is this month, right? He promised to return everything this month with twenty percent interest, huh?"

"Yes, the Magician, the debt is eighty million and the interest is sixteen million. So, the total that must be reversed is ninety-six million."

"Yes, everyone, next week we go to his house. And if she can't pay, she has to give Nisa to be my fourth wife or this land is mine."

"Good, Juragan. I'll prepare all the documents."

Imron smiled cunningly. It had been a long time since she wanted Anisa to be her wife and this was the right time.