Don't Distinguish Me

Tamu

After Salsa took a second bath, there was now the sound of the door being knocked from the outside. Salsa quickly opened it because Bagas was already glaring at him sharply.

It was Giska who stood up with a sinister face and crossed her hands across her chest.

"That's your dad coming! Watch out for the macem-macem!" Giska leaves Salsa shocked by the sudden arrival of her father.

He soon met his father who was in the living room, waiting for him with anxious hopes. I don't know what really happened until my father came to his house. Misspend?

"Dad." Salsa came and ran to hug her father. Crying, that was all he could do. Shedding all her sadness experiencing inner pressure and physical violence in this big house.

"Darling, I miss you. How's it going? Looks like now you're a bit thin, you're dieting, huh? No, dong. My dad's favorite son will be skinny." Ramli examines the body of the child who is indeed starting to shrink. Moreover, his face was more dull than since the last time they met.

"I miss too, Dad. Which mother?" salsa asked looking towards the back of her father.

"Mom can not come because in the market there are more buyers. They're overwhelmed. Funny, Sa, Mom said all this thanks to Anisa because all the buyers were friends of Adit. Though the selling of your mother's shop is because of you," said Ramli who still clings to the old saying.

Salsa just nodded. Although already exposed to karma, in fact he is still not aware that all his suffering because of his evil self to Anisa. Even his intention to seize Bagas ended up like this. She was made a free maid in her husband's own house.

"Dad." Bagas came with a smile. He did not hesitate to hug Ramli with warmth. Making Salsa feel like seeing another Bagas. Does Bagas have two personalities? Seems like.

"Bagas, how are you?" asked Ramli with a warm smile.

"Well, sit down, Dad," said Bagas, inviting Ramli to sit down. Bagas also glanced at Salsa to immediately make tea for them.

Salsa immediately left and returned with two cups of tea on the tray.

"Lho, how are you? What helper are you?"

"There are no servants here, Dad, all the work is done by Sa...."

"Doing it with Mama, Dad. We were traumatized by having a maid. Move on, that's why Mama's got it all."

Salsa couldn't believe Bagas would lie like that. In fact, his mother never touched the slightest homework.

Salsa just kept quiet and nodded. Why argue? He won't have a chance.

"Gas, actually my father came here to ask for your help" Ramli said after sipping his tea.

"What help, Dad?"

"Daddy wants to buy land to shake the garden. But in the camp, because the selling price of land is still cheap. Not much, seventy million, Father minjem really," Ramli said without hesitation to mention the nominal.

Salsa's eyes widened to hear his father's words.

"Oh, yeah, where's Dad's account." Bagas took out his phone to send money to Ramli.

Ramli happily mentioned his account. Within a few minutes, the balance had increased to seventy-four million.

"Thank you, yes, Gas" Ramli said with glittering eyes.

"Together, Dad. Not behind it is okay either. Share her husband Salsa." Bagas embraces Salsa, but she presses Salsa's shoulder until she grimaces in pain.

"Huh? Don't really need to be reversed? You're so good, Gas." Ramli looked at him even more amazed.

"But Dad signed this first, yes," Bagas gave him a blank piece of paper.

"What is this, Gas?" ask Ramli wonder.

"As proof to my mom that Bagas loves me. You see Mama really see Bagas often help people."

With pleasure and without any suspicion, Ramli signed it. After that, he came home with a happy feeling.

"I guessed it, the bagas would have given it. Salsa, Salsa, you are indeed the bringer of sustenance for father. Different from Anisa who until now do not continue to pay off her old debt."