Handsome Duda Baby Sugar

Chapters 18. The Mall

Om Hans is drunk not a bitch. Giara felt burdened by his treatment, because there was no way Om Hans would soon be aware. Actually, there was something Giara was more afraid of than Om Hans' drunkenness, Giara was afraid that this middle-aged man would want his body.

Before it was too late, Giara immediately contacted Om Hans' personal driver, and asked him to immediately pick up Om Hans at the bar he had mentioned his address to.

Anticipating the occurrence of unwanted things, Giara soon passed away leaving Om Hans alone. In the end, Giara got nothing tonight. But that's okay, because Giara was most unwilling to accompany a drunk man.

"Tonight I didn't make any money. Why don't I just ask Om Hans for payment? I didn't realize he was going to get drunk like that. And that drunkenness, really horrified! Her words made me sick, "Giara spoke to herself as she walked on the pedestrian sidewalk.

The words of Om Hans when drunk, very much makes Giara scared and shocked. Moreover, Om Hans said he wanted to marry Giara. At once Giara's body shuddered in horror because he couldn't possibly agree to it.

"Usually drunk people like to be honest. So, was Om Hans telling the truth? He has problems with his wife. Why bring me into this problem? Where would I marry him? With a rich virgin I just don't want to, especially with an old man like Om Hans, who is actually even suitable to be my Papa," Again, Giara spoke for himself.

Giara continued walking, until he did not realize, if he had reached near the now deserted highway. Giara immediately ordered an ojek online so that he could go home and get to his house.

It's okay, even if Giara doesn't get the money tonight. Giara just wouldn't, if he had to accompany Om Hans in a drunken state. His name is drunk, afraid to behave in the wild.

Maybe today Giara will not get the money, hopefully tomorrow Om Hans will contact him and pay him. Although impressed by the duitan eye, but Giara did not care, because his life was intended to earn money.

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The next day ....,

It's Sunday, and the school is off. Giara was still asleep, and was reluctant to get out of her soft bed. However, whether she wants to go to college today or not, Giara must still wake up early, because she has to clean her house.

The mother could no longer do housework. Every day, he would lie down and sometimes sit in a wheelchair. High blood disease that attacked him, now spread on the stroke of half the body, ie his legs paralyzed can not walk.

Old age, with a burden of life that is so heavy, of course it is not easy to be the mother Giara who must survive against her disease. For Giara, the happiness in his life, is the healing of the Mother.

Any way Giara would do for his mother. Giara always does whatever his mother wants. While it's still there, and while Giara can still give his best to Mother.

This morning, he had given his mother breakfast. Giara cooked the porridge and fed the mother while sunbathing. They are lucky, because they have a house relics of the Father, before the father left.

Giara so no need to bother to contract, because this small house, too, is very worthy for them to live in. While sunbathing, Giara massaged her hands and shoulders.

As a form of affection for the Mother, Giara sincerely did everything with full patience. While there is still, while Giara can still make her happy, then he will still take care of her and take care of her.

"Mom, what do you want for food? Let Ara buy it for Mom. Today's campus and Ara's work are off, ma'am. So, Ara can shop for our needs, and if you want something, say it. Let Ara buy ...," exclaimed Giara to the Mother.

Giara's mother just shook her head. He kept shaking, as if he wanted nothing, and wanted nothing to buy. But Giara did not give up, Giara knew, the reason his mother shook her head.

Not because he did not want anything, but because Giara's mother did not want to bother him. He was afraid that Giara actually had no money, and forced himself to buy his mother's wishes.

"Mom, don't worry. I don't have to be afraid that Ara doesn't have money. Ara new payday, ma'am .. Ara's money is still a lot. For the treatment of Mother, still Ara save, really. I said yes, what do you want? Let Ara buy, while Ara goes to the supermarket today, buy some fruits and vegetables for Mom." Giara continued to seduce.

His mother just kept quiet, reluctant to answer Giara's words that never ceaselessly seduce. Giara sparingly, took the little notebook in his pocket and gave the book to the mother, so that her mother wrote down what she wanted.

"You just write what you want to buy .. Come on, Mom, don't hesitate, just say ..."

When she was done, Giara immediately prepared. He'll be shopping for his needs for two weeks. Her mother had to eat nutritious food, to stay healthy and her condition gradually improved.

Giara immediately resigned and rushed off to the shopping center in the city center. This Sunday he happened to not have any schedule, making it easier for Giara to shop and buy whatever his mother wanted.

An hour later, Giara finally arrived at the luxury Mall of the most complete shopping center in the capital. Giara deliberately went to this Mall, because he also wanted to buy some bando and hair tie for him.

A few hours around the Mall, Giara was tired and hungry. Finally, he decided to find a restaurant to eat and just relieve his hunger.

"The streets themselves are not good as well. Eat, eat alone, walk, walk alone. It's a pity that Belva can't be invited to leave, '" Giara spoke to himself.

Giara also ordered some food at the restaurant. This restaurant is close to the automatic ice cream machine that is so liked by children. No doubt, if a lot of children come and go to buy ice cream.

Incidentally, Giara sat at the table outside the restaurant, so he could see the ice cream machine was working. Suddenly, as Giara was waiting for his meal, a six-year-old girl ran over holding ice cream.

Because the little girl was running, suddenly her ice cream fell right on the edge of the restaurant table where Giara was sitting. The little girl reflexively cried, because the ice cream she had just exchanged for coins, had to fall just like that.

"Eh, my gosh, Deck, the ice cream dropped huh? Well, what a pity .. here, here get up. Let the ice cream drop, what matters is that you're okay, right?" Giara reflexa stood up and approached the crying child.

The boy continued to cry as he lamented his falling ice cream. Giara drowned, looking left and right, where the parents of this poor little boy were. However, there was no parent who was looking for his son around where Giara was standing.

"Eh, don't cry on being beautiful. Nothing, the ice cream can be bought again. Yes, no, don't cry. Where are your parents? Who the hell did it go to? Your parents must have nyariin loh Dek," Giara continued to persuade the girl to stop crying.

The little boy was still in tears, Giara was nervous for fear of being thoughtless by other visitors. Moreover, this child was crying and did not stop.

"A-Dad ...," cried the little boy, while sobs were still heard.

"Dad? Where's your dad? Let Brother take you to find your father. Why would you be separated from your parents, Dek? They must be worried. Come on, let's take you to find where they are." take Giara.

"No, no, I want some more ice cream," the sound of maish being sobbed with sobs.

"Yes, yeah, I'll definitely buy some more ice cream. Most importantly, we'll find your parents first. We're going to the information center now. Let Brother deliver," Giara as much as possible continues to seduce the little girl.

Suddenly, as Giara was wiping away the little girl's tears, the voice from behind them, was extremely startling, and sounded worried.

"Queen, Queen .. This is Dad, Dad here ..." familiar-looking voice, and Giara heard it often.

Giara turned around. A man behind them, who was running towards Giara and the little girl was panting, seemed to have run out of steam.

"Jeez, P-Pak N-Nicko?" giara's eyes reflexively bulged, finding the man, was a person he was very familiar with.

"G-giara?" the surprise was clearly visible, when their views clashed with each other.

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