The Mate at the Beginning

Chapter 58 finished well

Mita POVs

"STOP!" for a moment the world seemed to stop spinning when he shouted with a rising voice.

I saw his condition was under control immediately approaching the position of Mr. Bowo and Mr. Darman who was lying grateful he was both still in a state of consciousness.

"Oh God, sorry...!" tears welled up in the eyes saw their battered condition.

"Let's get Bowo in!" I memapah Pak Bowo assisted by brother Dani who memapah sir Darman into the house and lay their bodies in front of the tv There is a guilty feeling in my heart see them grimace in pain.

"How does it feel sir? do I need to go to the hospital?" both are shaken.

"It's just a neng bruise maybe for a few days off work hehehee.." Mr. Bowo can still laugh and grimace when he feels the pain of his wound and I myself have cried.

"Don't cry neng we don't pa-pa maybe again just good luck they are women...not so powerful even though the body is big!" mr. Darman is also still joking to want to laugh.

"So I was afraid of the condition of the father.takut fatal.." I said while wiping tears.

"Sampe forgot to get me a drink first!" the story all want to feed because it's noon but I forgot I haven't had time to cook yet also had time to buy. I finally came back with bread.

"I'm sorry I forgot there is no food so eat there is aja sir, same bread drinks!" they got up in a sitting position and drank until they finished.

"Eat the bread is not just to be looked at!" they eat voraciously seem to run out of energy after being subjected to the mother's vexation.

"For a moment, sir, I'm going to ask for compensation from them!" my words sound angry.

"Sister Bowo's friend with Mr. Darman!" I said firmly while glancing sharply at Brother Dani who looked excited. I don't want to be helped again was told misah even afraid.

"I..iya but drink first let your face calm down it's scary lest you make sure they fuss!" take a breath and then exhale.

"Sit down and drink!" I think I should drink water to a glass. When I feel calm, I move forward.

I look at them the one-on-one who is looking down but who is so do not have the heart to be angry. Seeing them was like seeing my own mother.

"Mom-s...!" they looked up with guilty looks. I stared at Yahya's brother while raising an eyebrow that was also looking back at me with a smile.

This person is not sensitive to be asked even a smile.

"Where is it now satisfied to vent anger to make my people battered?" no one dared to answer even more.

"Alhamdulillah my person is not severe about severe mothers will I report to the police for acts of persecution..then go to prison, will you like that?" they shook their heads, but I did not catch my breath.

"Thank you!" he's nodding.

"My brother also has nothing been bounced first so ferocious the butt of mothers playing kibas aja." said I origin heart intention mumpung no chance revealed all.

"Dec.." apparently the so-called direct protest. I can imagine my brother's face flushed with embarrassment so I want to laugh. This serious session cannot be a laughing stock. I see two guys next door also look down with a body that vibrates must be laughing.

"LT...!"

"Yes.." kok this is like a recitation event anyway but still continued in the event remind him not to say advising sounds really feel the most real.

"Why the hell Mom should be angry is not good for health if you get a stroke how?..now salim sorry-sorry can not be repeated again yes!" I said softly, they immediately took turns to take turns salim while saying sorry.

"Ck.gimana ya Ma'am I was sad if inget earlier. Brawl because of the words of Allah Ma'am, Tabar Bu learned to restrain the emotions of a mother is a role model for her children, an example for her children and an example for us young people..."

"Why compete with treasure? why show what he has? can't be taken dead, ma'am."

"Mom-mothers are our role models that we deserve to respect as older people so please do not fuss anymore, especially in public, it was a spectacle of many people you know...." take a deep breath so the same keinget that records the video if it gets spread, viral.ah can not imagine.

"And I beg your understanding because it has made my people battered please compensate...!" they glanced at each other then opened the bag to reach into the bag to take the wallet. I see them as hesitating, to be reminded of this.

"Moms are content to vent anger until my person is also satisfied to receive the anger of mothers so please count, the amount of money try according to the number of blows you give...." I said while putting emphasis on my voice, upset also saw those who were reluctant to spend money, he said his wife members of the House of Representatives were asked to be responsible.

"Let my generous mothers who want to rest their pity in pain need treatment...!" give me a little praise so that more money for treatment.

"Please Ma'am think of their fate as taking into account their living expenses because their mothers can't work for days but their families need to eat, pay for children's school, make their children's snacks,pay electricity not others." given a sad talk so that more pity will be added again.

Finally they gave up the money collected as compensation for the pain suffered by Mr. Bowo and Mr. Darman. After I counted the numbers.

"Mothers whom I respect thank for their kindness may Allah repay with something better.I invite you to apologize to my workers let everything be plong!"

Weleh.weleh they mah nurut just as my words lined up neatly one-on-one apologizing to Mr. Bowo and Mr. Darman. Seneng saw it if this became empty.

"Thank you mothers for their sincerity and if there is a wrong word that might offend you I apologize profusely...!" I said salim and kissed their hands with respect.

"May mothers be given a blessed and beneficial age aamiin."

"Yes together......"

The tragedy ended with mutual forgiveness and good prayer while hugging so weeping.