The Charm of Love Amartha

Does Everything Have to Have a Reason?

"Do you know what the risks are of living with one kidney?" ask Vira.

"Yes.." replied Ricko casually, he saw the eyes of Vira, it seems the woman was too much tears.

"Why do you still want to do it?" vira asked, while Ricko had sighed for the umpteenth time.

"Does it all have to be a reason?" Ricko asked back, Vira who was stared at could only peek. His mind drifted somewhere, a sense of regret lingering within.

"Is that much needed now?" Ricko instead poked Vira with a question, Vira looked at the man wryly. Someone will help his father and why he asked what might make him doubt his decision.

"I don't think I need a reason to give something that's not entirely mine" the man continued.

"meaning?" Amartha scrunched his forehead.

"Does not our body belong to God? we only briefly live in this world," the man stunned Vira with his answer.

"At the same time I can still live by having one of them, I'm even happy to be able to give it to someone as good as Jojo sir" Ricko smiled, but Vira's heart was pierced with a dagger hearing the answer of a man so good. He was willing to give one of his organs to someone who had absolutely no blood relation to him. Shame came to him as a child.

"I've always believed in good karma" Ricko said. Vira was silent

"So don't feel bad, or anything like that, because I'm doing this without coercion" said Ricko, who saw Vira's fingers squeezing each other.

"Even my daughter can't help him, and instead you're the one..." Vira covered her mouth with the back of her hand. Ricko desperately wanted to grab the woman's body, hold her and stroke her back, but all that he could not do. The man could only see Vira crying again for the umpteenth time.

"Sir Jojo wouldn't be willing to see his daughter sacrifice for him, believe me!" said the man.

"He loves you more than anything in the world, so there's no need to label yourself as a useless child" he continued.

"You know one of the reasons he's willing to accept this kidney?" this time Ricko asked, Vira just shook her head as the answer.

"Because he wants to make up for your lost time together, he wants to see you get married, see you happy, at least that's what Jojo told me" Ricko said, recalling his meeting with Vira's father.

"But still," Vira sobbed.

"Here we go, this is the fate of the almighty, we just have to go through every chapter in life, let's just say we're reading a book, we just enjoy what's written there..." ricko said with a big smile.

"Thank you" Vira smiled. Destiny brought them back together. The man returned the smile of his little girl who had already incarnated as a beautiful woman.

Then Vira excuse me to continue her work again, she has stolen a lot of time to extract information from the man who was smiling to see the departure of the beautiful sister with straight hair as shoulder.

"I can finally see you again, little girl..." Ricko smile.

"She even looks so pretty" Ricko then hit her on the head with his own hands

"Stupid! can I say that? he just doesn't remember me" Ricko laughed at his own stupidity for admiring Vira's beauty.

Elsewhere, the rain stopped. And the workers had begun to move from their seats, they were again doing work that was delayed by the rain. Firlan's eyes saw someone carrying a bag of cement to carry in a car. Firlan's eyes took a peek, he moved where the man was going. The tall man met Mr. Mandor who was in a special room for him to rest.

"Has right, a lot of missing materials turned out to be stolen," Firlan immediately hid when he heard the voice of Mr. Mandor and the person got closer.

"Good work! hahahahhaha," Mr. Mandor laughed with satisfaction, I don't know what they were discussing. But the foreman was so very happy to be proved from his crisp laughter.

"Later tonight we bring more, there happens to be more need, and they are happy because the price we offer is cheaper than the store," said the tall man.

Firlan clenched her hands eagerly as she beat the people one by one to make it difficult for them to walk.

Before long the man's mobile phone rang, he reached into his pants pocket. He told the man in front of him not to speak.

"Yes? as per yesterday's data, right? the big boss won't know if you write anything down. Yea? those people I paid for. Beres!" said Mr. Mandor across the phone. The tall man only listened to the Mandor's talk

"What's he talking about? does he manipulate worker data? you greedy people!" Firlan was furious with those who were crazy about the sheets that made people forget the land. The foreman saw someone watching him.

"Yes, it looks like someone eavesdropped on our conversation" said Mr. Mandor who immediately disconnected his phone.

"Why?" ask the tall man who heard that someone was eavesdropping on the caller's Mandor denfmgan.

"It looks like I saw someone there" pointed the foreman at the man who was about to take the pick up.

"Ah, you must have seen it wrong!" the man of stature tried to look in the direction appointed by Mr. Mandor.

"Gasoline money?" the man raised his hand asking the foreman for money. Mr. Mandor was upset, the feeling inside him had already given the man red sheets of money from the sale of the building materials they had stolen.

"Where's the gas money?" ask the person again who was greeted with annoyance from the man who is a fat man who is now putting a cellphone in his pants pocket.

"Oh my God, I gave you some more money!" shouted Mr. Mandor ruffled his waist, then he lit an object that could produce white smoke when lit with matches.

"So it's my allotment, if this is a car gasoline ration, it's clearly different!" say that guy who doesn't want to lose.

"Basic duitan eyes!" the foreman opened his wallet and gave the man two pieces of red paper.

"Have gone there quickly!" drive mr. Mandor.

"Siaaaap!" answer that guy.

Firlan immediately got into the back of the pick up car crammed with cement. The tall man got into his car, but suddenly felt his nose tingle.

"Huaaaatchih," Firlan finally sneezed, she covered her mouth.

"Hey! who's there?" exclaim that person who immediately got out of his car.

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