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The problem solved

Still with the contents of the head in confusion. The man sat down while lifting one leg, while the right hand massaged his forehead. Ilyas tried to calm the mind that is worried about money by sholawatan clean. He is just trying to be sure, if every problem there will be a way out.

In the midst of his confusion, the sister came out with a shirt on the front holding a fraction of dime. Then they spill the money on the table. Surely, the moment where Ibn laid the money Ilyas eyes highlighted the puzzled.

"What's this?"

"The savings of Ibnu, Mas" he answered sitting down.

"Continue?" Ilyas scrunched his forehead yet to understand.

"Ibn wants to help Mas Ilyas with that," he said while scratching his head.

"Wait, don't tell me this is money from your capital piggy bank?" tanyanya who answered nods her head. Ilyas shook his head quickly, taking back the money on the table. "No. no...!"

"Mas don't do that." Ibn tried to hold Ilyas' hand. "Ibn just wanted to help Ilyas."

"No need. No need, Nu." Now the money was held, then handed back to Ibnu who hastily scutched. "Nu, take this money again."

"No.., what the hell, Mom?" the youth near Ilyas keukeuh put his hands together crossed. "The people of Ibn want to help, really."

"Yes but don't save you either. You're not a wagon, are you? You need to pay for that wagon, right?"

"That's easy, Mas. Cancel just go first."

"Oh, that can't be it. Mang Kisman does not believe in you anymore, later."

"Yes no, Mas. It's at DP five hundred thousand. Kisman won't feel anything."

"Not just take this." Resulting the money, while the younger brother is still flinching. "Nu–"

"Mas, wallahi. I sincerely want to help Mas Ilyas."

"Help it enough to use prayer. Don't be rich." The glasses guy is still trying to get his sister's money back.

"Mas believes help comes from nowhere, right?" He asked her to make Ilyas suddenly silent. "Maybe God help, Mother, through my mediation."

"But, right?"

"No papa, Mom. I'm sincere. But Abas was not just Mas Ilyas. But my grandfather too. We have the same responsibility for him, ma'am."

Hearing that Ilyas was speechless, other than the smile engraved on his lips.

"You're all grown up now, Nu." Patting his sister's arm.

"The adult, Mas Ilyas was not aware," Ibn replied with a laugh. While Ilyas said hamdalah while holding the money in his hand.

"Mas promised, will try to replace this money."

"No need, Mas. It's easy to stay in bed again."

"Can't do that, Nu. Just wait, there is sustenance."

Relented, Ibn nodded, although in his heart he sincerely if his brother could not replace the money. That way, this light discussion ends.

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The morning came, the bespectacled man visited the hospital where the victim was being treated. While men who usually only allow Ilyas to deliver money only reach the front of the hospital, it does not go out. Ilyas tried to contact the man, his number was active but not picked up.

"Duh, where is it? Did it go straight into his ward? But, Mas Juple will be angry." There was already about forty-five minutes waiting in the hospital lobby. The man with the appearance of a thug did not come to him.

At the same time, a middle-aged woman with a shabby robe flashed before him.

"Eh, that's the mother–" Ilyas's gurgas approached the woman with a standard-size rectangular veil whose color had faded, even there were threads coming out.

"Eh, Mom?" He turned to Ilyas' face. "That's the irresponsible big brother, right?" allegations later. The friendly face of Ilyas immediately turned confused when he was accused of this, but he tried to calm down.

"No responsibility, how is it?"

"It's not a responsibility. I don't pay, see my husband too!"

The glasses boy was getting confused. "In the meantime..."

"What's the gas here?" cut it a little tart with a distinctive Betawi accent. "You want to get compensated for the damage to the engine?"

"Astaghfirullah al'azim." Ilyas spread both of his palms in front of his chest. "Shortly, Mom. I didn't understand my mother's words."

"Do not understand how? Yes, yes.., we find money already hard to die, Mas. Even got hit by my man's wagon. That is mending the responsibility of finance, or at least looking. This boro-boro everything is not to mention helping with treatment. Uh, even asking for compensation back!" berangannya with a slightly loud voice that triggers the glances of the eyes of the visitors.

"We talked about this in my room, Mom. There's a mistake."

"God, what! We already want to go home, this is me again want to boil the medicine in the pharmacy section. Don't make me dizzy. Just go back there!"

"Mom, just a minute. I want to talk. Has the money never been in my hands?" Ilyas asked cautiously while restraining the woman.

"Bodo very!" The sarcasm.

"Mom, for God's sake. All this time I give money, make the cost of his father."

"Forgive me, not even a penny goes in the cave pocket for hospital expenses. Don't you make it up."

"Nothing to say, Mom. I even gave him straight to Mas Juple."

"Juple?" Ask. "So you're going to the Juple?"

"Yes, Mom. Even from the first day. If calculated, it has entered five million. For various reasons."

"Oh my God, Ple.., Ple!" muttered. "Ntar, we're talking. I'll queue up for drugs first."

"Oh, yes, ma'am." Ilyas sighed. His face turned disappointed because, from this conversation, he could conclude that the man did not actually use the money he had deliberately collected, as he should. "Oh my God, is that man really not honest?"

Some time later, exactly one and a half hours the woman was waiting for the medicine to be brought home. Then approached Ilyas who was now in a position sitting leaning on one of the empty waiting chairs.

"My son is asking for money?" Ask slowly, with a different intonation unlike before.

"Yes, Mom. Here's proof..." Ilyas shows proof of chat as well as voice note boy He. Discussion to solve misunderstandings was created, Ilyas explained the same as the mother. Now find the point of the problem.

"O Allah –" felt bad for the woman then cupped her palms in front of her chest. "I'm sorry mommy's son? I don't know if all this time there in the mintain money keep ampe that much. Bener, bye!"

"No papa, Mom. What matters is that everything is clear. I'm sorry if I've never made it, ma'am. It's not the same as Mas Juple."

"Yes, yes, son. No papa. for now mending do not need to give money anymore. Thank God, the cost has been on the cover of health insurance from the government. So I no longer need to give. I consider it keel, dah."

"Be–bener, Mom?"

"Yes." Yeah." The woman stroked the chest. "Oh my God, so it's not good that this is me."

"Udah ma'am, no papa. Now I want to see you, Mom."

"Let's go ahead." The woman got up first and walked in front of Ilyas. The responsibility for the victim is now over. Indeed, the mother's husband suffered a fracture, but not so severe as what the victim's child reported.

And after everything was known, the man was no longer able to be contacted. Instead, the thug blocked Ilyas' number. The glasses guy thought it was no problem. The most important thing is that everything has been resolved, and now he can live his life in peace.

Although not entirely, because the responsibility of compensation for motor damage is still his business. However, at least one of the burdens of his shoulders had been released, Ilyas so was not so difficult. Now he returns Ibnu's money. Because not a single penny was used. The two young men gave thanks together.