Don't Distinguish Me

Inexhaustibly

When they arrived at the hospital, they went straight to the room where Salsa was being treated. The room was located upstairs in a VIP room.

Salsa was full of bee wounds with an infusion in her hand and her bandaged head.

"Sa, my goodness, son, why is your condition like this?" Ramli went to Salsa and cried.

"It's all because of Mas Bagas, Dad. He asked that all the money we had used be returned with my energy. And earlier, when I wanted to come to Dad's house, Mas Bagas even beat me unconscious. He's evil, Dad. He has ruined Salsa's life." Salsa was sobbing in her father's arms.

"Patience, yes, son. I'll take care of your divorce papers soon. Adit said, he's been imprisoned, you're calm, he won't dare hurt you anymore."

"Mas Adit?" Salsa immediately turned her head towards Adit and looked at him with gratitude.

"Thank you, yes, Mom, brother, if it wasn't for you, I don't know what my fate would be now."

"Only Adit has not helped you, Sa, not Anisa."

"Dad what the hell is that talking? It was precisely sister Anisa who interrupted me when I fainted at home. When I woke up, Anisa's sister was beside me and gave me spirit." Salsa smiled at Anisa, the woman who was never good in her eyes.

"Yes, still, if it wasn't for Anisa, you would never have made a match with Bagas and ended up like this."

The goddess immediately glared at Ramli's words. Instead of being happy because her two children are getting along, she tries to provoke Salsa into hating Anisa again.

"Well, dong. From here Salsa realized that all the misfortune that befell Salsa was because of Salsa himself. If Salsa is not greedy, Salsa will not experience this. Salsa was convinced that this was a spill for Salsa." Salsa shed her tears as she sobbed crying over her mistake all along.

Ramli just silently responded to Salsa's remarks. He was reluctant to talk about it there.

"Sa, you focus on your recovery, yes, dear," said the Goddess as she approached and gently rubbed the head of Salsa.

Salsa smiled and nodded. Just this time he felt the Goddess's sincere affection for him.

"I'm sorry for Salsa's mistakes, yes, Buk" Salsa said amid sobs.

"Yes, Sa, I'm sorry for being so angry with you all this time."

"It's hard to get angry because Salsa was wrong. Thanks for not stopping for nasehatin Salsa."

The goddess nodded while smiling gently.

"Udah, Sa, you calm down. After this, I'll find a rich husband-to-be like Adit. Anisa who is often troublesome can get rich. Especially you who always bring sustenance to Dad."

"Astaghfirullah, strengthen the heart of the servant, O Allah. If it's not in the hospital, I've made your ramli, Ramli!" The goddess looked at Ramli sharply. His jaw was hardened, his teeth were cracking, and his eyes were bulging almost out.

"Dad's just saying what it is, Buk."

"Hud to be horrified?"

The goddess nodded along with a curious look from the others.

"This is the story, Buk, long ago, Dad would have a sister named Rahman. So, long ago, before Rahman was born, the economic conditions of both our parents were very good. But, after Rahman was born, their economic conditions dropped. Debt everywhere, the evils, until the house sold to you."

"Continue?"

"So from that moment on, you always put Dad first. High school until they can work to help their economy. While Rahman only at home help business workshop Mr."

"For as long as you work, how much money do you give them each month?"

"It's only a hundred thousand, but it's better than nothing."

The eyes of the Goddess boughtak hear the words of her husband that make no sense.

"Keep your brother Rahman?"

"He didn't say anything. He works at the family workshop."

"What is the monthly sales of the workshop? So where does your family need their money from?"

"Lumayan, anyway, about five million because our workshop is selling well. Rahman only wanted to be recruited by a large company because of his expertise in the field of mechanics. And the need for a house is clear from the workshop effort dong."

"Udah, Ramli, don't tell me anymore. Dizziness me with it." The goddess chose to sit on the sofa alone. Obviously he knew how he was dating until he got married. Ramli always ask for money his parents until a few months after marriage, his parents died in an accident so their lives are miserable.

"I'm sorry, Dad, Rahman's sister means Mr Rahman Indarawan?" ask Adit who is like knowing a figure who has just been told in-laws.

"Yes, how do you know?"

"He is now a mechanic at a foreign car company has my friend" said Adit.

"Huh? Is he abroad now? It's only fitting that for a few years he never called Dad again."

"Yes, Dad, now he's a success, even the company he works for has been acquired by tens of billions."

"It is, at best, because people have pity on him."

"No, Dad. He started it all from zero. And his success is now thanks to his hard work all along."

"Well, why do you also talk about him." Ramli gets hot himself hearing of his sister's success. In fact, his sister often asked for his help when it was still difficult. However, he was always reluctant to give it because according to him his success now is not the intervention of his sister, even though he lectures from the money from the workshop managed by his father and sister.