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Good Woman

Aska's words were still ringing in the head of Orange. He walked with a raging mind. To Bandung jaya together with Aska. Only a rough sigh escaped from his mouth. He wanted to refuse, he wanted to stay away from Aska. The universe is struggling to bring them back closer.

The orange stomach sounds when passing through the catfish pecel stall on the edge of the road. Orange is always on foot to go home from work. He went into the pecel catfish stall. There was a very beautiful woman there, busy with a cell phone in her ear. It seems that woman is no ordinary person. In terms of appearance it also looks she is a socialite in this City.

"Order what, Neng?" ask the keeper of the pecel lele shop towards the Orange.

The woman who had just finished her conversation turned to look toward Orange, as well as Orange who was staring at the woman. Unexpectedly, the woman smiled warmly. Friendly and soothing, the smile that was on her pretty face.

"Neng," call the keeper of the pecel lele shop.

Orange also realized and apologized for making waiting Masnya. "Fried lele is just like rice, Mas."

The woman's order is done. How many, the inner Orange.

"Two hundred and eighty-two thousand." It was not the woman who was surprised, but it was Jinggah who widened her eyes. There are so many bills.

The woman took the wallet inside her purse. Seen his forehead shriveled when in his wallet there is only cash of two hundred thousand rupiah.

"Oh my God, why could I forget not to take the money just now" the woman muttered.

His murmur could be heard by the orange. The woman handed the red sheet money to the waiter."It's less, ma'am," said the waiter.

"Yes sorry, Mom. I forgot to take cash. Hold that money first. I went to the minimarket for a while to take the money," said the woman.

Not having the heart to see the woman, the orange approached. "I'm sorry, my mother's lack of order is how much, yes," asked Jingga.

"Eighty-two thousand" answered the servant.

"How many orders were I?" ask Orange.

"Fifteen thousand."

Orange took out the money he had one sheet one sheet.

"Here you are, pay for this mother's lack."

"Don't, son," the woman refused with a very surprised look.

"There's nothing, Mom. Minimarket here is quite far," reply Orange with a look full of sincerity.

The shopkeeper also received money from Jingga and gave three thousand rupiah change.

"Thank you, son." The orange just smiles while nodding his head.

Orange and the woman came out of the store with the package they each brought.

"Where is your house, son?" ask the woman.

"Not far from here, Mom." The woman smiled and pulled her hand to get into her car.

"No need," push Orange. "It's close" continued Jingga again.

However, the woman did not speak of an orange. He kept telling Orange to get in his car. Amazed, that's how Jingga felt when he got into the sultan's car.

"It's very luxurious, like the car of the Boss Mother of Sultan Andara."

Luxury cars that range over one billion that became the vehicle of this beautiful woman.

"Sir, to the minimarket first, yes," the woman told the driver.

"The car is very comfortable. There's no perforated road either."

The car stopped at a minimarket. The woman smiled towards the orange and invited him to come down.

"Guet me in" he asked.

The orange gasped, wanting to feel like he was resisting. However, he was unable to act because the woman had already pulled him out of the car. The orange was just trailing the woman. After she finished withdrawing the money, the woman instead offered an orange for shopping.

"No need, Mom." Orange really refused. He is not someone who likes to take advantage of circumstances.

The orange only takes what it needs. The woman frowned when only a few things were taken. Then, he took whatever he thought was needed by the Orange to make the Orange wide.

"Five hundred sixty-seven thousand two hundred and forty rupiah."

The woman paid for it and told Orange to bring the huge groceries and take him to the boarding house.

"Mom, this is too much" said Jingga when the car had split the road.

The woman just smiled. Her hands gently caressed the orange hair. There is a warmth that the orange feels. There is a slightly treated longing.

"That's my thanks. You've been sincerely helping me" she replied.

"Mom shouldn't bother like this. I'm sincere," bright orange. His face looks bad.

"It's okay, son. Accept it," the woman added. "Think of it from God through my hands."

The car stopped at a small car. "There's still a lot, ma'am," said Jingga before getting out of the car.

"Together, Son." The woman took the money out of her wallet and gave it to Orange.

"Mom, ti-"

"Receive, Son. You are a good boy" he said by forcibly giving the money into the hands of Orange. The woman's soft caresses gave it again to the orange.

"Save a portion just in case."

The orange is remembered by the words of a woman. Exactly the same advice. The woman was none other than the wife of the niece of her master, Satria.

"Thank you very much, Mom." The orange kissed the woman's hand with courtesy.

Before the orange got out of the car, the good woman handed him a business card.

"If you need help. Contact me, insha Allah I am ready to help you."

It was so full that the heart of Orange heard it. There are still good people in this world. He just nodded with a big smile. The hand-drawn lamb became his farewell to the kindly rich woman.

"Ayanda Rashani." Name of the name card.

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The arrival of the Mimo made his three grandchildren run to greet him. Instead of hugging the body of the grandmother, they even grabbed the plastic brought by Ayanda. Pecel lele and pecel chicken favorite of the triplets.

"Totally long, Mom." Aska approached her mother who had just been sitting on the sofa.

"Mommy forgot to take the money. So, pay the catfish less," explained Ayanda.

"habit." Now it was Echalah who chimed in on the mother's words.

An annoyed whisper came out of Ayanda's mouth and Aska just laughed.

"Road catfish don't use debit cards, Mom," Aska sneered.

Ayanda looked in annoyance at her youngest son. He is a special man of ridicule.

"Luckily there are good women who help Mommy" Ayanda explained.

"Help payin?" guess Echa.

"Yes. She is beautiful and looks very sincere. Mommy likes it," Ayanda explained.

"Then?" ask Ask.

"You want Mommy to match you."

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