Don't Distinguish Me

Never Is Wrong

"Astaghfirullah, O Allah, Salsa, are you papa?" Ramli approached Salsa who was currently sitting in a stall with a crowd of people. Seen in the courtyard of the stall there was a ringsek car that hit several motorcycles in front of him. Apparently, the motorcycle belonged to some shop customer who was parking.

"No papa, Dad. Salsa accidentally hit a motorcycle parked in this shop, Dad. One of his own stalls why not install street lights. Kan Salsa so don't see where the bend is."

"God! Still thank goodness I didn't ask for compensation because you've already mergerusakin my fence!" The owner of the stall who was a woman was seen glaring and snapping at Salsa.

"Mom, calm down, Mom." Ramli tries to dampen the emotions of the shop owner's mother.

"Sir, sayin dong with his son. Have good manners with parents. From earlier he continued to be angry with everyone who was here who he said deliberately marked the motorcycle somewhat to the middle of my yard. He was clearly wrong!"

"Yes, Mom, sorry. Anu, gentlemen. This is my mobile number. You guys please take your motorcycle to the workshop and know how much the damage cost. I'll transfer the money later."

They all nodded and recorded Ramli's mobile number. Salsa looked still angry and stared at them all sharply.

"What you? Wanna mad? At an age, only this time I saw a young person who did not know like you!" The shop owner mother again snapped at Salsa who seemed not afraid.

"Salsa, don't do it, dong." Ramli warns his daughter not to provoke the owner's anger.

They also came home on motorcycles. While the car will be taken by a mechanic he has called. He had already imagined how much of a cost he would incur for all of that damage. Fortunately, the shop owner did not demand to replace the fence hit by Salsa to make his car rattled badly.

Arriving at home, the Goddess who saw Salsa immediately glared sharply.

"Great, yes, you. Have brought a car, even mergerusakin as well. Not to mention the damage to the vehicle you hit."

"Mom, never mind, Salsa must be currently traumatized by the incident just now."

"Defend your beloved son, Mas! I don't understand your mind! The wrong child remains in martial arts!"

"Here you are, I don't want to fight anymore! Whatever I do, all I put out is my own money!"

"Oh, Dad, Momuk, don't fight, I'm dizzy. Ibuk Lebay part of course, just so doang! Just like the child's calculation." Salsa broke up her parents' quarrel which was clearly caused by her.

"This is the child you are proud of. Always take things for granted!"

"Give me, you're so noisy! There, Sa, you go to the room. Rest, yes, dear. About that you don't think about it."

Salsa nodded and went to her room. Ramli decides to go to the kitchen because he is thirsty.

In the kitchen, she saw Anisa who had just finished washing dishes. The girl looked a little tired because today there was a lot of homework that she had to finish.

"Dad's home yet? How's Salsa, Dad? He's okay, right?" anisa asked a little worried.

"No papa, just a minor accident, can still be dealt with. Next month your monthly money I'm cutting, yeah, make a real vehicle that Salsa hit."

"Yes, Dad, it's okay." Anisa just nodded slowly.

"Catian if it's Salsa's monthly money that I cut. She must be sad."

"Well, can Nisa ask? How much money did you spend on Nisa's surgery as a child?" tanyanya doubt.

"Why are you that?"

"Sisa wants to change, Dad."

"Replaceted? Where do you have money from? Why did you change?"

"Nisa will work, Dad. Nisa wants to change so I don't think Nisa's a drain on Dad's property."

"Nisa, why are you talking so sassy as a gini?" Ramli was visibly offended by the words of the eldest son.

"Sisa's not presumptuous, Dad. Nisa's just the same father who has to think things through himself. Nisa knows how all this time Dad always brought up about it. But, Well, if Nisa can choose, Nisa does not want to experience childhood pain. Sorry Nisa, yeah, Dad."

Ramli looks a little guilty on Nisa who has always been distinguished from Salsa.

"Nisa, have you not been fair with me all this time?"

"Fair father, really. If you give Salsa money, you also give Nisa money. When I bought Salsa motorcycles, Nisa was bought."

"But your mother always said that you weren't fair."

"Maybe it's because of the amount, Dad. If according to Nisa, Dad's fair enough, really. Dad has always been sufficient for Nisa's needs all this time. So, Nisa wants to return Dad's favor. Let Nisa work, yeah, Dad."

Ramli seemed to think hard. According to him, if Nisa works, she will definitely not ask again. It can even help to increase their living costs.

"What do you want to do?"

"It just so happens that in the market there is a food stall left by the owner who has returned home. So, Nisa wants to sell food there. Go home with Mom."

"Well, if you want to work. But this isn't an awesome dad, you know. Later your mother thinks Daddy told you to work."

"No, Dad, Nisa's gonna say the same to mom. I'd like to take money from Nisa. As if Nisa's a lick every month."

Ramli was confused as to what to answer. On the one hand, he was embarrassed if he had to ask for money for Nisa's operation as a child. But, on the other hand, he does need financial help because the losses caused by Salsa are quite large. There were four motorcycles that were badly run over. Not to mention the cost of the car is also quite large. All his savings could be exhausted because of that.

"Yes, but don't let me know, yes, you're a big money-lick every month."

"Yes, Dad. But, please don't fight with me anymore because of Nisa."

Ramli nodded in understanding. He went back to his room to rest. Nisa also began to arrange anything that must be prepared for sale tomorrow. Looks like he needs a pick up car to transport his stuff.

It was fortunate that he had savings, so there was no need to think about capital anymore.

The goddess initially refused. However, because Anisa continues to persuade, she also agreed to the request of the child. After all, cooking was Nisa's hobby, for what was hindered. Only, Dewi did not know that Anisa was repaying her operating costs as a child to her father. If the mother knew, there would be a big fight in this house.