My Father is Not a Criminal

The Part 61

N when I got home from school. The girl immediately swapped her uniform for a t-shirt and shorts. Then rushed to the shop to help his mother. The stall is crowded, lunch hour.

With nimble, Nabila serves the buyers who arrive. The grandfather who was in charge of making drinks. He also brought food prepared by his mother to the buyer. Nabila put a friendly face on every buyer in his mother's shop.

By late afternoon, the new stall looks quiet. All the dishes have been sold. The family packed up immediately. Closing stalls. And open it again tomorrow. It repeats itself, day after day. When all is done, they rest themselves.

"So morning, Paklek Dika ate at our stall, Bil," said Bu Bakir.

"Cock tumbens, Mom? Not usually."

"Yes. Looks like he's having the same problem again. His face is so tangled. Grandpa who met. Mom anyway, males!"

"It's the other woman's business, too, ma'am."

"How can you say that?" Bu Bakir was astonished.

"I've met at the mall, when Dessy was looking for a gift for her mother. They, Paklek Dika, Tasya and the woman went together. The woman is so weird, Mom."

"It is so. Maybe now you're caught with your bulls, huh?"

"It could be, Mom. You know who that woman is?"

"Where do you know, who met you. Not Mom."

"The woman was the wife of Pakelek Sueb. His friend Paklek Dika, who memb*n*h Mr."

Bu Bakir was shocked. I also hate. Both men caused her husband to die. He had to work in Jakarta. Nabila in buli at school. They begin to feel karma.

"Pantesan, how did Dika get really tangled. If the problem really is that, it could be that he was expelled with Vinda. Listen to all the treasure, it's the legacy of Winda's parents. That's as bad as us."

"Not the same, Mom! We are destitute, but we try. Doing halal work. Not even a bit of a bitch."

"You still keep the number Winda no, Bill?"

"She, Mom. Why?"

"Later on, I'd like to call her. He was not involved in your father's death. Maybe she doesn't know that her husband and Sueb are ex-legal."

"Certainly, Ma. Try if you know, you will not want to eat the work of Paklek. Eat the ill-gotten money."

"Well, that's why. He and Tasya did not go along. I also feel indebted, Winda used to want to accommodate you in his house. Mom's time working in Jakarta."

"Yes, Mom. If you understand, I mean!"

Bakir's mom smiled. Feeling grateful to have a girl as good as Nabila. Who wants to understand the difficulties of parents. Not demanding a life of fun, like most of his friends.

"Where are you with Rio, Bil?"

"What a hell, Mom. We broke up and will stay that way. If you do not want to be too hopeful, rather than later even hurt. Anyway, I'd be really sorry if I had in-laws like Aunt Hesti. Hihihii."

"Wew, so when Nabila goes to college, Mom?"

"Yes, dong. On one condition but, if accepted at a state university!"

"If you try, Mom!"

Nabila smiled happily. Actually he wanted to say his intention to continue college with Mom. But Nabila his mother felt burdened. For that, Nabila began to save and save. Later for college expenses. But it turns out that Mom had the same intention. Nabila felt grateful.

"Remember, even if you are close friends with Dessy, do not let your lifestyle imitate Dessy. Obviously I can't afford to finance!"

"Yes, Mom! If you understand. Dessy also understands the position of Bila. He won't give bad influence to Bila."

"But, Bil! I disagree with Dessy and her mother's plan, which tells you to be close to her family Rio. If until mama Rio knows, you are the same Nabila, we can run out. Accused of poor families whose intentions are just deceitful. I don't want ya, Mom's self-esteem is trampled on by her mother Rio."

"If you protest too, Mom. But they don't want to hear. Even consider this exciting. Keep going, if you have to, ma'am?"

"Mother is confused too, Bil. It's our fault too, why owe it to them! It's even like this."

Nabila sighed. Her mother's words were right. The kindness of Dessy and her mother, backfired for Nabila and her mother. They can't be cut out. Afraid to say I don't know thank you. Replying milk with tubal water. All wrong.

"Actually, what is their purpose, Bil?"

"When you don't know, Mom. Every time Dessy asked, she answered only to teach the family Kak Rio. That's it."

"Any, huh?"

"It's weird, Mom. Need to investigate."

"You be careful then, Bill! Every action you take first. If it makes you uncomfortable, don't do it, yeah!"

"Yes, Mom!"

"Yes already then. Now if you want to study or rest, do it! I'm going to the kitchen, peel the onions and prepare the seasonings for tomorrow's sale."

"Yes, Mom! I will also be doing PR. That's a lot of PR."

Bu Bakir walked into the kitchen, while Nabila entered his room. Grandpa and Grandma Nabila also slept. They are old, their bodies are not as strong as before. I need more rest.

In a short time, Nabila was immersed in his work on PR. Counting, one of the lessons that Nabila liked. Struggling with numbers. Playing with logic. Nabila is quite good at doing it.

After that, the girl threw herself in the bed. Open the online reading platform application on his phone. The girl smiled, as her work showed many likes and comments. Writing is not just a means of finding a way for Nabila. More as a place to pour ideas and thoughts. The writing genre that Nabila chose was also not a genre that 'it'. Which generates a lot of readers by displaying readings for 21 years and above.

Genres around adolescents and the problems they face. It is also enough to get the reader's sympathy. Unsteady by time. Not a moment appeared, famous, then drowned. Disappear. Nabila chose to make writing that is still comfortable for him to read, later, when more mature. Or read by a child. Maybe even his grandson.

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