Don't Distinguish Me

Pay Debt

Days change weeks, and weeks change months. Today, it was exactly three months after Anisa had traded.

Tonight, after making sure his mother went to the next door neighbor, he approached his father who was reading a newspaper.

"Well, Nisa wants to talk" he said as he sat next to his father.

"What's the matter, Nis? By the way directly," said Ramli without turning his head.

"Well, Salsa goes hanging out first with friends." Suddenly Salsa came and said goodbye to her father.

Ramli immediately closed his newspaper and looked at the face of his beloved daughter. Making Nisa's heart even more hurt because the father still shows a different attitude even in front of her directly.

"You hanging out? Is there money?"

"Nothing, Dad. Salsa knows herself. Salsa would've made you lose a lot because of the accident at that time." Salsa lowered her head. But Anisa knew that it was just an act.

"This is pocket money for you." Ramli took out his wallet and gave Salsa several hundred thousand bills.

"Well, thank you, Dad. Salsa go first, yeah." Salsa was prancing with excitement as she passed out and brought her new motorcycle.

Ramli was still smiling staring at the departure of his son even gone from sight.

"Well, Nisa wants to talk." Anisa again rebuked her father who seemed to ignore her existence.

Anisa took out the money from the plastic she had been holding.

Ramli's eyes are perfectly fiddled to see so much money in Anisa's pocket of crackers.

"This is what, Nisa? So much."

"This is Nisa's sale, Dad. Per day, Nisa can sleep well, so, in these three months, Nisa can cuddle fifteen million. I accept, yes." Anisa gave all the money to Ramli.

During trading, he rarely used his money for personal gain. For gasoline, he was assisted by his mother. As for eating, he only needed to cook it. The employee who helped him was only one person, Indah, a single parent who had a five-year-old child. Beautiful lucky enough to work with Anisa so that her life can change. He can repay all his debts and pay the school fees of his children who have entered in kindergarten.

"So, how much more money does Nisa have to pay, Dad? Nisa will work even harder."

Ramli felt bad. In his small heart, he could not bear to ask for money for the operation costs of the child which should indeed be his responsibility. However, because he had no savings and a side job, so his salary every month just passed by. For Salsa snacks, kitchen needs, especially he also has to repair his car and the vehicle hit by Salsa.

"Well, how dumb. How much more does Nisa have to pay?"

"Udahlah, later if the money is enough, Dad will say the same to you. Thanks, yes, Nis, I'm a little relieved because this month there is no need to bother thinking about spending money." Ramli also brought plastic filled with money into the room.

While Anisa just looked at him with a sad look. "Where can you mourn? And how do you not get dizzy then it's easy Dad spend money for Salsa. Even when you don't have money, you always try to see your happiness. When did you realize that all this time Dad's response was wrong? There is no son of a pesky carrier and no child of magic that makes Dad get a lot of sustenance. It's all because of your efforts and prayers."