The Stupid Shaft

PAST TIMES

The past mode is activated...

"Little sister, stop crying!"

Deta had almost come to tears because she could not calm the little girl who was brought by an old woman to her house.

"What's up, brother?" Mr. Danang approached Deta who was holding his "new brother" on the porch.

"Pa ..he has been crying ever since. Deta is confused not knowing what to do."

Mr. Danang looked at his daughter who was almost desperate. But I never complained or blamed him.

"Where's mama?" Mr. Danang's eyes went around looking for the figure of Sarah's mother.

"Mama's not home yet, Pa,"

"Since yesterday?" Deta nodded.

'That means Deta's been looking after this kid since yesterday. He looks very tired. It's all my fault! Forgive Papa, Son!' Inner sir Danang menggelos.

"Pa!!!" Deta patted his father's shoulder.

"Ah, yes, Brother."

"What about her?"

Mr. Danang immediately took the little girl from Deta's sling.

In the face of the face of the little girl, his face reminded Mr. Danang of his past sins.

"How, Pa?" reset Deta because she didn't get an answer.

Mr. Danang sighed deeply, trying to find the best solution for his family as well as his son.

"Just leave that unlucky child in the orphanage!" dito's advice is to walk past his father and brother.

"Deeekkk ...." Deta glared at her sister.

"He's an unlucky carrier, brother, mama's gone from home. She couldn't go to school because she had to take care of him. I hate that kid!!!" shout Dito.

After letting out his annoyance, Dito led his bike out of the fence and pedaled his bike without saying goodbye.

"Bas with the boy!" Deta hit the wind as if she was hitting her sister.

"Pa, Dito was a kid so his mind was weird sometimes. Papa knows, right? Forgive Dito, yes, Pa!"

"Dito's right, brother, we'd better get this kid to an orphanage."

"But, Pa, if Papa does that, all Papa has to do is add to Papa's sin!"

Mr. Danang looked down on hearing his daughter discuss her past mistakes.

"Sorry, Pa, Deta just ...."

"You're not wrong, brother, Papa is wrong. The best thing for now is to keep this child away from our family."

"alright. If that's Papa's decision."

"Please take care of him for today yes, brother, tomorrow we will take him to the orphanage." Mr. Danang handed the calm little girl to Deta.

Deta looked at her "little sister" who had just one birthday.

'Good to you, beautiful boy!"

***

After the departure of Mr. Danang, the little girl again cried and made Deta overwhelmed. "Say! What do you want?"

Deta gave her all the dolls she had, but the little girl kept crying and didn't seem to stop crying.

"Are you hungry?"

Suddenly the little girl fell silent and looked at Deta with expectant eyes.

"Aah! You're hungry, aren't you?All right, let's go to the kitchen!" Deta went to the kitchen, but she didn't know what to do. He regretted that he had always refused his mother's help when in the kitchen.

'I'm sorry Deta, ma.'

No tears were flowing down his face.

"Try if there's a mama." he murmured. "That's it, let mama calm down first! Let's learn Deta's self!" continued.

Deta clenched her hands encouragingly to herself.

"Ehmm ... What are we going to do? How about some porridge? Do you like it?" ask the little girl.

The little girl nodded as well. "alright. Let's make some porridge!" said Deta.

"We have to wait about thirty minutes. That's enough to read a few novels. Hihih ...."

Deta carried her little sister and took her to the living room. "Shut up here, little brother! I'm going upstairs to pick up a book and come back here. Understood?"

The little girl looked at Deta which Deta meant as an agreement.

Deta enters his room and searches for a novel he has not read.

However, due to his lazy nature. Deta left all his things scattered and it made him always difficult when looking for something.

Being too busy looking for the novel she wanted, Deta forgot that she was making porridge in the kitchen. A child's voice cried loudly.

Deta frowned, and it was realized that she left her little sister under alone.

When he saw the clock on the wall, Deta realized that he had been in his room for an hour.

"God!!! Porridge!!!" his yell.

Deta immediately ran. However, his foot was caught in sheets that dangled on the floor because he had not yet tidied up.

Deta's head hit the floor, her legs also felt a little pain, but she ignored him.

Deta hurried to stand up and before coming out of her room she looked back.

'Godhaaaaaa!!! After this I will be a diligent child. I promise!!!'

Deta hurried down the stairs and saw smoke already billowing from the kitchen and almost filled the room downstairs.

Deta's mind immediately fell on the little girl who was crying and coughing from the smoke.

In the body of the little girl. "Thank you. Thank you."

Deta cried and immediately ran out of her house.

"The fire!!! Toloooooong!!!!"

***

In the office, Mr. Danang is facing difficulties. Some investors suddenly want to recant all their investments.

I don't know who's been spreading bad rumors about him. Until the investors who have been hard-earned he assured, now just leave it.

"What am I supposed to do?" Mr. Danang massaged his head that was leaning on the chair.

The sound of mobile phones ringing disperse the daydream of Mr. Danang.

"Papa.. hiks, hiks, hiks ..," The voice of Deta across the call made Danang's sir straighten up.

" What's up, brother? Why is my sister crying?"

"Home, Pa, our house ...."

" Why is our home, brother?"

"Our house is on fire, Pa ...."

Instantly, Mr. Danang's legs felt weak, fortunately he was sitting so he did not have to fall.

'Is this all a punishment for me?'

Past mode is disabled...

***

"So they lost everything?" Ricky asked Gibran, as soon as his assistant finished telling him.

"Rubber, Sir,"

"What happens next? Why is Dania still with them? Didn't they plan to put him in an orphanage?"

Ricky flocked Gibran with all his questions. Luckily, Gibran was a quiet man. So that he can answer all the curiosity of his boss.

"As I said before, sir, because Miss Deta feels she owes Ms. Dania a life" Gibran said.

Ricky frowned. No part of Gibran's story suggests that a two-year-old girl saved an eighteen-year-old girl.

'How do I think about my Detail???'

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