The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapters 2. A good arrogant man

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Mr. Aaron did not want to tell the truth about what happened to him. But Amayra threatened her father that she would be angry with Aaron if Aaron remained silent.

Finally Aaron told her everything that happened to him and why his leg could be hurt. That there was a car grazing him while he was transporting garbage, so he came home earlier than usual.

"Astagfireullah! Who's grazing Daddy? You remember the license plate number?" amayra asked with a worried look at the father.

"Dad doesn't remember, but I know that the car is black" replied Mr. Aaron, remembering the car that grazed him.

"Oh my goodness, black cars are a lot. Yeah that doesn't really matter, what matters is how dad is doing now?" amayra asked who was more concerned with her father's condition than the impoverisher who did not want to take responsibility.

"Nobody is serious, Dad seems to be just an external wound" replied Mr. Aaron while sitting properly in the chair.

"Seriously? Is it just an external wound? Try to walk first," said Amayra to his father, he wanted to make sure Mr. Aaron was okay.

"True, just an external wound," replied Mr. Aaron confident that he was fine.

Mr. Aaron stood firm, but when he began to step.

"Ouch!!"

"uh right? Dad is not okay, I call Mas Jajang first yes to massage Dad's feet" said Amayra attention to his father

"Not to kid.."

"Had you been quiet" Amayra smiled, sitting her father in the wooden chair.

Quickly, Amayra placed her carry bag on the table. He who still wears the white ash uniform, went out of his house and intended to call Mr. Jajang an incandescent and massage expert whose house is not far from there.

It only took 2 minutes, Amayra came and took Jajang sir to his humble home. Mr. Jajang smiled kindly, then he carried out his duties as a masseuse to massage the legs of Mr. Aaron who was sprained.

"Sir Jajang, how are my father's legs? is my dad okay?" ask Amayra worriedly

"Don't worry neng, I've massage and oil massage love as well. It should be okay, but it is safer not to move a lot" explained Jajang to Amayra

"May, don't worry, I'm fine" Mr. Aaron reassured Amayra that he was fine.

"Better Mr. Aaron just stay at home for a day, fearing that later Mr. Aaron's leg sprained again" suggested Mr. Jajang

"Okay, how about Mr. Jajang. This afternoon I have a schedule to pull garbage to the rose complex" muttered Mr. Aaron who was confused by his work and who will do his job if he is sick. His friends fellow garbage collectors also have their own duties.

"Dad don't worry, there's me. I'm the one who replaced papa with garbage!" amayra said without hesitation.

Mr. Aaron and Mr. Jajang looked at Amayra stunned. A beautiful girl wants to replace her father with garbage? isn't she shy about being caught by her friends at school? that was how the two men thought as soon as they heard Amayra's words.

"Don't kid, you'll be embarrassed" said Mr. Aaron feeling bad.

"Dad, why should I be ashamed? transporting garbage is not an illegal job, even a noble job. Udah, I was silent first today. let Mayra do the job of father. Well, first of all Mayra wants to cook lunch first for dad" Amayra smiled cheerfully, she did not complain or be ashamed of her father's work at all. He is always sincere and sincere in every situation.

That is because he believes that all the fate and destiny of man has been determined by the power. Humans just want to be better or enough just there.

Amayra went to the kitchen and prepared to cook. Mr. Jajang just smiled watching all that, he shook his head as if he could not believe that in this era there were still girls as good as Amayra.

"Subhanallah once, Mr. Harun, neng Mayra is already beautiful, sholehah, good again" said Mr. Jajang while drinking a cup of coffee that has been made by Amayra.

"Thank God, sir, Amayra is the only diamond in my life and my pride" Mr. Aaron is proud of his son who never acted like most teenagers in general. Amayra is able to keep herself from the development of the times and from men.

My son is proud, may he remain in the way of God and not violate the norms.Inwardly Mr. Aaron prayed that his daughter was still Sholehah and kind hearted not carried away by association.

"I want to have a rich daughter with Mayra, unfortunately my son is all boys. Ah, Mr. Aaron, I have an idea, what if we match our children" Mr. Jajang smiled looking at Mr. Aaron.

"The father could have been, my son is 10 years older than the father's children haha" Mr. Aaron laughed at the joking of his neighbor

"It's a pity sir, if only my son was older hehe" Mr. Jajang sipped his coffee slowly.

After finishing his coffee, Jajang returned to his house without receiving payment from Mr. Aaron and Amayra. He refused the payment because he sincerely helped Mr. Aaron. Mr. Aaron also helped him in times of distress.

In that shabby neighborhood, no one knows Amayra and Mr. Aaron. Even though they are considered poor, the father and son always help people who are in trouble, as well as philanthropists.

That afternoon, Amayra completely replaced her father's workers to transport garbage. Even though the father had forbidden to do so. Amayra was already wearing an orange suit, a shirt that the garbage man used to wear while on duty. She wears a white triangular veil, her hands wear gloves, and her top veil is attached to an orange hat.

"Otw now! bismillah..!!" Amayra hauled the heavy garbage truck with great difficulty. "Weight as well.. Yeah, don't you see me like this every day?" muttered Amayra who always thought about her father's feelings and circumstances.

The girl started walking while pushing the cart up to a luxury housing complex that was a long way from her home.

His body was already sweating even before he transported the trash. Wanted her job to be done soon because she had a lecture at the mosque, the girl quickly cleaned up the garbage in front of the houses by throwing the garbage into the garbage cart.

"Well, let's be quick" said Amayra with an innocent smile. Amayra threw the trash back into the garbage truck. Inadvertently an object like a bottle was thrown far beyond the garbage cart.

PRANGS!!!

"Astagfirullah hal adzim..!!!" Amayra was shocked and deg degan saw the mirror of the car was broken due to a bottle that he accidentally threw.

CKIT.....!!!

The car stopped in front of Amayra. Amayra looked scared, but she was wrong so she had to deal with it.

The thing he was afraid of happened, the driver of the car got out of his car. He was a man with a tall body, wearing a black suit with a stripes tie. Not forgetting to wear sunglasses.

"Subhanallah..is he an actor? Tall, rich he's handsome.. eh what am I thinking?" muttered Amayra who was almost tempted by the figure of the man.

Amayra, not a time to be fascinated! surely that om wants to ask for compensation. How's this? where did the money come from?. Inner Amayra started to panic

"Come, you!" exclaimed the man while waving his hand at Amayra in his arrogant style.

Amayra prepared mentally to be scolded by the man who just got out of the car. Amayra stepped towards the tall man.

"Om, I'm sorry om. I accidentally damaged the rearview mirror of the car got om" Amayra spoke in a low voice.

"Omm? You call me om? Do I look like om om?" asked the man while opening his sunglasses. He is Bramastya Zein Calabria, President of a large company called Calabria group.

Subhanallah, handsome. She is a model. Uh, wake up Amayra!. Amayra was stunned to see the figure of the man like that model.

"Darling! spout in!" a woman's voice was heard screaming from inside Bram's car.

"But baby!" bram said to the woman.

This girl looks young, she's a garbage man. Bram looked at Amayra from top to bottom, he noticed the girl's dirty and grungy face.

"I'm sorry om, I'll compensate for the loss. But can dicil not om? You see, I don't have any money now" Amayra told the man with her innocent face.

"You think I'm a credit man? Why do you call me om?! Huh..where?" Bram stretched out his hand as if asking Amayra for something.

"Where is om? I really don't have any money" replied the girl

"KTP, where?"bram asked with his arrogant voice.

"I don't have a KTP" he replied innocently.

"lik! when does the WNI have no ID?" tanya Bram doesn't believe it.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a ID because I'm not seventeen yet. If you hurry again, om can take my student card first. I happen to bring it" said Amayra with a smile, in reached for something in her pocket.

Din's...Din's...Din's..

"Darling! Scribbles!!" yelled at the woman in the car while pressing the horn. His voice sounded angry.

"No, let's forget it today" said Bram, upset as he walked into his car.

"But om, I have to compensate. What about the rearview mirror?" ask Amayra

"It's nothing, it's not your fault. The rearview mirror is less powerful" said Bram while getting into his car and then starting to gas.

Amayra was very grateful to the man, but he promised that if he met Bram again, he would compensate for the damaged car rearviews.

"Truly an arrogant but kind man" Amayra murmured with a smile.

After his work was done, the magrib Amayra went home. He immediately took a bath and took ablution water, he immediately performed the magrib prayer and went to teach to the nearest mushala.

That night Amayra and her father had dinner together after performing the Isha prayer. They had dinner with potluck side dishes, tofu, tempeh, soy sauce, sambal had become a daily meal.

"Well.."

"Yes son? what's up?"ask Mr. Aaron who just finished his dinner.

"Mayra wants to ask permission from the father" said the girl softly

"What permission, son?" ask Mr. Aaron

"My friend took a vacation, he said he spent two days in his family's villa" Amayra smiled.

"Swinyep? no! you can't go on a trip!" Mr. Aaron immediately disagreed, his eyes staring intently at his son.

Amayra pouted hearing her father's disapproval about the holiday with his friends.

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