NIP FIGHTER

CHAPTER 3: THE BUY AND SELL NOTE

Nandang heard the story his mother told him carefully.

"If this house had ever been bought. There must be proof of purchase, right, ma'am?"

"Yes of course there is Nan. Later tonight help mom open dad's file huh Nan. So that tomorrow mother can face the principal, so that we are not moved from here." ask mother to Nandang.

"Good mak. Mak, Nan let's play volleyball on the field. Next month there's an inter-village race, the usual seventeen mak."

"Yes.you're careful. Bring a drink from Nan's house. In order not to buy." Puspa advice that is always economical.

"Surely it must be Mama." Reply Nandang also who has been very sorry for the mother's request. Then drive his bike.

"Where is mom?" tanya Andini who finished picking clothesline, rather overwhelmed because bed Nandang also included his responsibility to lift and fold.

"Volly exercise said."

"Hmm.. after this finish, Ndin also beramit karate training ya mak in SD field." Said Andini who has since sat in the 4th grade of SD has been pursuing martial arts sports.

"Yes. The bike's been taken by your brother."

"Ga papa mak, Ndin will walk. Not as far as the field where you play, Volly, too, mama." He said with hand movements that increasingly fold clothes.

"Later, let the mother put the clothes in the closet. So that Ndin is not late for his karate training." Mama Puspa is understanding.

The ruler of the night sky had perched haughtily, giving off a bright radiance the size of the universe. In a small house of a widow with 2 children, it has been since the afternoon seen busy unpacking a file bag that is outdated. Who else if not Puspa who does not know where the receipts and buying and selling the house they live in now.

Hatciiis

"Mak.. Ndin has sneezed banti mother looking for what mother means dapet-dapet siih?"

"Yes how the name of the mother forgot." replied Puspa who had 3 times dismantled the same file place.

"Mak... if there has been a buying and selling, is not the letter owned by both parties mak?" ask Nandang suddenly.

"Yes right. Sarwo is also Alm. Nan." Answer the frustrated mother.

"But it was bought from the school, not for personal gain. There must be an archive at the school. Cape mak. is almost 9 o'clock. Could be late for tomorrow's cake." Rutu Nandang's.

Puspa grunted annoyedly. Why is it that careless he keeps such an important thing.

"Yes already. Help mak masein again. Tomorrow I will face the principal. Like you said, Nan. Hopefully there's still an archive of those sales letters at school." Please Puspa.

In the morning, the sale of cakes for Puspa was ready in between and arranged by his two children. For the recording of Andini's affairs. Because, he is quite good in terms of remembering and neat writing. Nandang is certainly the most responsible person in the delivery business.

Nandang most like if the order is Camat fitting. In addition to always ordering in large quantities, Nandang also had the opportunity to see Naila's underclassmen as well as Andini's close friends.

Naila is an only child, her body white skin is rather patchy, so her cheeks are very chubi make her face more cute. For some reason, every time Nandang saw it, as if there was a magnet that made him interested to always look at it without even blinking. Maybe that's why, until Naila brought in Nandang's nose.

Naila is often the subject of his friend's banter because his posture is sometimes an easy target for bully. He sometimes just ran crying and asked for a defense from his best friend Andini. That must have always given a hug of protection to Naila.

"Ka Nan's. Ayoo's home. Mrs Tatik has paid the price of the cake." Andini reprimanded because from then on Nandang just gawked towards the inside of the house of Mr. Camat, because he really wanted to see Naila.

"Oh. uh. iiyaa." Buy Nandang daydreams.

"Liatin what the hell is sister?" Andini looked up, looking inside Naila's house.

"E. ga. ain't seen nothing." Nandang Nudang who then turned his bike will return home at full speed. Because six o'clock is past.

"Excuse me, Principal. Can I come in. There is something I want to ask." said Puspa after knocking on the door that was already open.

"Oh.bu Puspa. Please come in mom." Friendly Mr. Chaerul the headmaster.

"Ah. Sorry to be so sassy. I want to ask, is there really a new school guard?" tanya Puspa asked politely.

"Oh. yes ma'am. Mr. Andi only 1 week this SK will be in charge of being a school guard here." Chaerul replied no less polite.

"Well.so. He has met my son Nandang. He asked that we no longer occupy the official house that we currently live in."

"Oh. for that. I should have apologized. I should have said it directly to my mother. Because, we also know that the house that you live in now is an official house, a state-owned house that can only be occupied by people who serve in the school area according to the SK." said Pa Chaerul.

"Yes, I know pa. I am not a school manager who has SK. I'm just a widowed employee who served in this school. But, my husband used to pay 15 million dollars to redeem the house, so that it could become a private property."

"Waah. sorry ma'am. After all, the official house or state-owned goods cannot be sold. Because, it can only be occupied according to the relevant stakeholders."

"But why is alm. Mr Sarwo used to take his money?" tanya Puspa was a bit confused.

"Well, for the problem of why he received, I just know now if the house was ever sold." added Chaerul again.

"So..we how sir?"

"If ever there was a buying and selling. Does mom still have her letter? What is the information in the letter? About certificates or other how? Because after I, the official house here, the certificate becomes a unity with the school's land letter. " Obviously pa Chaerul again.

"That's the problem sir. I found no evidence of the sale of the house. Last night I only found receipts in the same year. But it's not selling the house, but the land I don't understand where is it?" polo Puspa on pa Chaerul.

"May I see the letter ma'am?" pinta pa Chaerul was still in a friendly tone.

"Oh. this sir." point Puspa at a buy and sell note.

Chaerul squinted his eyes to read the contents of the note.

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