My Choice of Woman

Episode 95's

Kinanti returned home, he had already seen Reno eating with his father. Looks like the father bought Reno a meal. Kinanti smiled, She also welcomed father's hand and kissed him. Kinanti then walked towards the room, and immediately broke down. He also took off the sling bag he was wearing.

As usual, if Kinanti was exhausted, she would throw her sling bag at the table in the corner of the room. Usually, Kinanti will listen to the sound of collisions between the sling bag that is thrown and then hit the table with a very soft sound, because the sling bag is a light object. But not for now, he heard a loud bang that made him aghast. He had realized that when carrying the sling bag was a little heavy, but he did not push it, he only considered this because of his fatigue.

With curiosity, Kinanti finally got up. He picked up his sling bag which was on the corner table of his room. He felt this bag sling was indeed a little heavy. Kinanti ventured to open the contents of the sling bag. He slowly opened the zipper of the bag. At once Kinanti was surprised to find that there were twenty money mumps and one red envelope. I found a letter that was in it.

“I knew you'd need this money. If you've already used this money, I hope to immediately call the number on the business card that I put in this envelope as well. Naresh Yori Alvarendra.”

Kintai read the letter. Suddenly he felt something in his chest. He was shocked and afraid of the man he just met. He began to think, how the man put this much money in his bag.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the night. Naresh is breaking his body. He was staying at one of the best hotels in Milepolis City. He took a long breath into the air. Naresh recalled the events he had experienced. He began to close his eyes, the pieces of the incident re-played like a film.

It was still fresh in the memory of how Kinanti called it big brother with a very enthusiastic face. The same face when he was greeted with great joy as he entered the magnificent house like a palace. The little boy who greeted him cheerfully. Of course Naresh did not forget about the incident.

He smiled warmly like spring. Naresh then remembered the figure of his mother. A taste that never fades. He still remembers the fairy tale he heard from his mother. The story that made him dear to the boy who called him brother.

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In a warm bed in the arms of a mother who was reading a story before going to bed. Little Naresh with his tiny body leaning on the mother's shoulder. He felt warmth and comfort.

“One day there was a very strong and persistent boy living in the forest. He lived alone and alone. The boy searched the river every day and was sold in a market near the forest.even though he often came out of the forest selling his fish, he still felt there was less. The boy needed a friend. Every day the boy always asked to have a sister who he could play with and find fish in the river,” the mother told him in a very soft tone penetrated into the sense of hearing.

“Mother, will God give a sister to the boy?” Little Naresh asked with his innocence.

The mother smiled, occasionally kissing the cheek of little Naresh. “God always hears prayers offered more than once. And God granted the boy's prayer.”

Naresh just blinked, he always recorded that sentence. Prayers that are offered more than once have a high value than just once, especially when the prayer is hasty. Then the mother told her story.

“One day as the boy was looking for fish in the river, he saw a lot of blood spots. Out of curiosity the boy followed the trail of blood until he reached the big tree. He saw a white fox lying in blood. Then the boy immediately took the white fox to his house. He treated the wounds on the white fox's body. The boy was feeling pity because one of the legs of the white fox was absent, so the white fox only had three legs. With patience the boy took care of the white fox ..”.

“Mother is the white fox in pain? Why not go to the doctor, ma'am?” The little Naresh who had a critical mind always imagined whatever was told by his mother.

The mother smiled, “The boy was willing to take care of the white fox dear. I continue yes story.”

“Then the white fox came back healthy, The boy was happy. Every day after he sold the fish he got in the river, the boy did not forget to buy fresh meat for the white fox. But the little fox did not like raw meat, he preferred the meat already cooked by the boy ...”

“Mother does the white fox like vegetables?” Little Naresh loved to cut stories from his mother. But the mother was happy, it was a sign that Naresh could follow the story and imagine it in the head.

“Iya the white fox also likes vegetables, So Naresh should like to eat vegetables as well.”

Naresh nodded, it seemed like every word in the story absorbed him well. This is how the mother so that her child gets advice about which is good for her child without having to resort to yelling or violence.

“Every day the boy was holding a white fox in a basket made of bamboo. The little fox was very happy, he could walk to see the river and see the market. But one day the white fox turned into a human. He turned into a very funny little boy. The boy was shocked and happy. Now in his little house there was a friend who could accompany the boy. He's not alone anymore. They live in love with each other, even though the little fox becomes an imperfect human.” The mother has finished her story.

“Finally the boy was happy to have a friend yes, Bu.” Little naresh smiled.

“Iya darling. Naresh, if one day Naresh meets a child who has shortcomings like the little fox, Naresh should love him just as much as the boy

“Naresh must promise to love him like Naresh's own sister, promise yes same mother.” The mother extended her hand for the promise of the little finger.

Little Naresh grabbed his mother's pinky, he also tied the promise of the little finger.

“Naresh promise Bu.”

The mother smiled, she had to do this for the future of her child. Maybe right now Naresh doesn't know about the real story. But the mother was sure, Naresh could use the word in every fairy tale.

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Naresh had to open both his eyes. Dreams are like movies that always haunt his mind space. He felt claustrophobic because he was always ringing the fairy tale of the white fox and the pinky promise. The promise that made him bound to the life he had to live in this moment.

“Is the promise still valid today, mom? There's pain I feel every trip that promise.” Naresh breathed his heavy breath.

Now that Naresh knew, the white fox was indeed a good creature only the condition was very far away with the stoutness drawn. The little fox was always sad, but after Naresh met the little fox version of his life, he knew the joy of the little boy when he got a sister like him.

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