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Section 39



Arsy and Margaret set foot in a beautiful place. The girl widened her eyes, not expecting if there was such a place in the real world.


“Long right?” ask Margaret. “In this place is the only place where criminals and good people can sit together without worry.”


“What from now on will I stay in this place?” asked Arsy without taking his eyes off the beautiful scenery.


“You're right. For the next six years you will stay here, and I have ordered several maids to help all your needs as long as you are in this place.”


Little Arsy and Margaret were in the shopping center. The two want to find some clothes for Arsy and also some snacks that will help the girl extend the rest of her life.


“Can I buy some items I want?” ask Arsy. There were some items he wanted to buy, and he thought it was important.


“You can take anything and as much as anything. Mama will set it up,” said Margaret. The woman was choosing some clothes that she thought were suitable for her little daughter.


“Anu... but ... it... the item I want is not in this place. More precisely there next to this store,” stutters Arsy.


Margaret paused for a moment and looked into the child's changing eyes. If usually Arsy will show a face without expression, but this time is different and Margaret quite know what the child wants this time.


“Take this,” pinta Margareth. “You can do anything and buy anything, and the PIN is your birthday.”


Arsy smiled sweetly and immediately ran out of Margareth's clothing store. When the old woman was busy choosing clothes suddenly came the sound of a crowd that made her focus disturbed. The old woman chose to put down her groceries and approached the crowd that was disturbing her audience.


“What is this?” margareth asked a servant standing in front of him.


“Itu Bu. There was a little kid being beaten up by the store clerk next door, he said because the boy was trying to buy his shop.”


“Oh Just the.” Margaret intended to return to the store, but her steps stopped and her eyes fiddled perfectly after she digested the words of the clerk she had met earlier.


Margaret reflex ran back towards the crowd. The old woman split the crowd and was shocked to see her son being bullied and also beaten by a young man who did not know himself.


“Lu who do you think you want to buy my store, huh! You boys don't know yourself.”


“But I really want to buy. I have the money,” said Arsy. The little girl had said several times that she had the money and would buy the store, but the employees did not believe her.


“Stop talking stupid, or I will..”.


“What conversation,” says Margaret full of emphasis. Everyone who was there instantly lowered their heads when they saw who was speaking. “Why are you silent? I asked what you'd do to her?” ask Margaret.


“He keeps bragging will buy our store, Mom. That's why my friend scolded him,” said another employee in a uniform similar to the one worn by a young man who was already wearing Arsy.


“But what I saw was you guys cursing and beating that kid. Do you know who he is?” margareth asked, which was answered by everyone there. “She's my son.”


Everyone who heard Margaret's words were shocked, as were the officers who had beaten Arsy.


“Can I reply?” ask Margaret about Arsy. The old woman nodded in response, for Margaret did teach her two daughters to avenge every crime that people had done to them.


The little girl stood up. The highlight of his eyes changed drastically, from being so adorable to instantly turning terrifying making every eye that saw him instantly bow his head.


Everyone who initially underestimated Arsy, now can only gawk. Little did not believe that such a small child could knock down the male employee who had scolded him.


Arsy approached the employee who was lying on the floor because of him. “I'm sorry I beat you up, but can I buy this store now?” ask Arsy.


“I'll give you everything but not the store, because this store...”.


“Then can deliver everything inside for the child and grandfather who is there?” ask Arsy while pointing towards the street. “Please take her grandfather to the hospital as well, because he looks unwell.”


The employees in the store nodded and packed the items in their store to give to the grandfather and the little boy outside the building.


Margaret carried the child. The old woman was getting more and more amazed and proud of Arsy. But the old woman caught something strange on her son.


“What is so sick?” ask Margaret, flipping through the child's face.


“Not so.


“Then why did you just shut up from earlier?” ask Margaret a second time. Really seeing his son silent helplessly like now was enough to make him confused.


“Mama will pay for my groceries earlier and also the cost of grandfather's hospital earlier right?” ask plain Arsy.


“Of course.”


Hearing Margaret's reply Arsy's smile immediately returned. The little girl hugged the body of the woman she loved and respected.


After finishing buying the necessities Margaret and little Arsy chose to return home because both had to rest.


His second move came to a halt when a small young man who looked older than Arsy blocked their path.


“Hai Candidate wife,” greet the young man on Arsy.


“Juan go!” Margaret's orders.


“Nmobile. Anyway why don't you ever tell me that you have a very beautiful daughter,” is angry Juan.


“Tomorrow you can get to know him yourself because from tomorrow he will go to school in the same place as you and Xander. So can we go?” ask Margaret. But not Juan name if immediately say the words of Margaret.


“Listen Juan. If...”


Margaret took a deep breath when she saw Juan and Arsy were no longer at her side. The brash kid has brought his cute and adorable daughter running away, although sometimes more scary than himself when red but Arsy still adorable.


The woman took her cell phone and contacted someone. “Bring back my son who was taken away by Juan, or your son died in my hands!” threaten Margaret.


Margaret massaged her dizzy head because of Juan's behavior. The son of one of his best friends who never listens to his talk.


“Neither son, neither father nor son of a bitch.”