So TKW
Section 43
Pov Abdul Ro'uf's
That day, as Noah was lying in a hospital bed, I decided to go home, with the intention of changing my clothes and picking up some of Noah's things that were left behind.
Up at the door, there was a letter tucked away, written 'the key is on me, on the 2nd floor no 31,' I immediately set foot to the address listed and took the key.
"Sir, is Nur okay?" ask her with a worried tone.
",you mean, Noah?" many ensure.
"Yes, he's Nur, my friend. Oh, yes, my name is Surmi, I am from Indonesia" he said while cupping both hands on his chest. Shaking mark.
"Yes, sorry I was in such a hurry that I didn't say hello to you, my name is Abdul Ro'uf" I said, folding my hands, doing the same thing he did.
"I know that Noah always told me about you" he said with a smile.
"Oh, huh?" a little surprised I heard it. I hope that Noorah isn't saying anything bad about me. Because believe me I've changed. And it's gonna change for Noah.
"Huum" he nodded.
"What is he talking about, what is bad or good?" manya curious.
"Yes he used to be afraid of you, but I think now no longer.." doubt he said that but soon in his error "sorry, sir," he said as if feeling guilty.
."Oh, no problem, really." I said convincingly. "I'm sorry and thank you for locking the house because I was in a hurry"
"ok, sir.." I passed after saying hello to the woman. Which was directly answered by him.
Arriving home I immediately brought Noah's belongings. Some clothes and of course the interior of the woman. Although I hesitated to open the closet, because it was located at the bottom of the closet, but I was a little surprised by the pile of Noah's stuff. Especially personal items that cover certain parts of hers. Small, petite and neatly arranged. But of course with the size of the body of Asian women. Mini. smiled a little because I don't think I'm ready to see the stuff she always uses on the inside of her abaya.
As I was about to close the door, I was startled by the ringing of Noah's cell phone tucked away on the nightstand, beside the bed. At first I just ignored it, but the constant ringing, made me a little distracted and started checking it out. Curious.
Click the green button, start connecting.
"Hallo, assalamualaikum.".why is a man heard talking over there. Who is she, is her husband. Why he calls during the day. Is there anything important?
"Hallo, Nur? why not answer?" I don't know if I don't understand the language at all. I decided to turn off the connection and keep Noorah's phone in my pocket.
But somehow a few moments later the phone again rang and made my ears uncomfortable.
I ignored it but the ringing kept ringing nonstop.
In the elevator, an idea suddenly came. I decided to go back to the second floor and see back to Noah's best friend.
I told him to talk on the phone.
After a while he murmured in a language I could not understand he frowned and immediately looked at me.
"What's he saying, surmi?" manya curious.
"He asked to send money, sir" he replied.
"What's the money for, ask"
He also returned to talk on the phone.
"Say for many days sir, his son did not have a dress to celebrate Eid al-Fitr" I pity to hear the woman's words, immediately I took a cell phone and wrote the account number of the person who called earlier, I said, then I went immediately to the hospital.
After I had previously transferred a considerable amount of money to the man's account.
