The Tomboy Babysitter the Heart Thief

CHAPTER 104

Ray returns to Arsen's treatment room with a doctor. 

"Doctor Kinara? You here too?" ask the doctor with glasses.

"What's really going on? Why is this mother's hand hurt?" ask again.

"Doctor Kinara snatched the knife from the mother's hand violently. It was a wounded mother's hand" explained Arsen.

"That's not true, Ray. I just, …"

"A kid this small can't possibly lie" Ray cut.

"Yeah, I was wrong. I'm sorry."

"Come, Mom. I treated the wound" the doctor said. The saint agreed.

"You're a doctor. Isn't it shameful to be childish in front of Arsen?" said Ray.

"I just wanted to peel an apple for Arsen, but he suddenly snatched the knife."

"Unfortunately I trust Arsen more" said Ray.

"I'm going home now!" 

"I think it's better. Your existence here only causes trouble."

"Hufa!" Kinara snorted in annoyance before finally leaving the room.

"His hands have been treated by the Holy Ma'am, sir," said the doctor.

"Is the wound dangerous, Doc?" ask Ray.

"No, Sir. But for the next few days it is best that the right hand of the Holy Mother does not do any activity until the wound is completely dry" explained the doctor.

Ray also understood.

From Ray, the doctor's gaze was fixed on Arsen.

"Hi, Champ. How are you today?" sapana.

"My head is still dizzy, Doctor. My tongue is bitter too."

"If you are diligent in taking medicine, it will be quickly healed."

Arsen responded to the remark with a knotty smile on his lips.

"I'll excuse you, Mr. Good night."

"Thank you, Doctor."

The doctor also left the room.

"Let's eat first." Ray grabbed a plastic bag from the table and took it to the sofa in the room.

"What food is it?" ask Sacred.

"Special fried rice."

"Wear the egg?"

"Not."

"Wear meat?" 

"Not really."

"Well, what's it wearing?"

"Wear love."

"Then ah heard Arsen."

"Let's go!"

"I'm bribing ya," said Ray.

"Am I a child?"

"Look, your palms are bandaged so. Can you hold a spoon?"

"Ehm .. 'can still use the left hand."

"Just try it."

Ray observes Suci enjoying his dinner with his left hand. He actually has trouble doing it. 

"That's it, no need to bother. I'm your husband."

"Masa Mas bribed me in front of Arsen."

"Why indeed? He knows that your right hand is hurting. Quickly open your wide mouth. Aaaa."

"Aaa .. Aaaa .. Aaa.. Mas, where is the name."

"Oh, ma-ma-af. I looked at your face."

"Of course, I eat fast too. It's past dinner."

"Yes. I'm gonna eat this too."

Arsen just smiled looking at the behavior of the father and mother.

*****

"Father please don't go, Nduk," said Bimo when he found Murni out of his room with a large bag.

"I made an agreement with my friend to leave today."

"The work is not clear, Nduk. Please don't go."

"It's not clear how? The salary offered is quite large."

"That's what worries me. Where is it possible to work in a salon with such a salary."

"Pure Maak better according to what the father said." The youngest Fitri who just came out of his room chimed in.

"You don't have to follow! I've grown up, so I have a right to decide my own future."

"Did you leave us alone at home?"

"Listen, I go to work, not to play around. If I have a lot of money later, you'll be happy too."

"It's not a matter of money, Nduk. I'm not calm to leave you alone in the sea."

"Why did you allow the Saints to work in the city?" pure Protest.

"It used to be a situation that forced your mom to migrate."

"Mr see, right? After wandering, Suci could have a rich husband. I want that too, sir. I'm tired of being a countryman."

"We never know fate or a soul mate. Maybe your fate is good, but you don't expect your fate to be the same. You should also know that everyone's destiny is different."

"So, you expect me to have bad luck, do you?" 

"That's not what you mean, Nduk. I just don't want you to think that working in the city would get a rich husband. Sometimes what we expect is far from reality."

"Do you not just pray for the good for the Holy Father? Not for me, too?"

"How could you possibly talk like that? You, my sister, and your sister Fitri are my father's daughters. I always pray for the best for you. Please cancel your intention to work out of town."

"Can't, sir. I have to go now."

"If you still consider this father your parents, hear the words of father!" firmly Bimo.

Suddenly the phone rings. He hurried to answer the call. Apparently a call from one of his friends.

[Hello, Lin.]

[Where are you? So leave isn't it? I'm the same Rita has arrived at the terminal.]

[So dong. I'll be leaving soon.]

[Yes, we are waiting. Yea.]

"I'm sorry, sir." Pure grabbed Bimo's hand and kissed him. Bimo seemed reluctant to respond.

"Mbak .. Mbak Murni do not go, Ma'am," whined Fitri while pulling Pure's arm.

"Ih! What the hell! I have been waiting for my friends. I need to get to the terminal."

"Don't go, Ma'am."

Purely began to get upset because the twelve-year-old girl pulled the sling bag strap she was wearing.

"Please!" his jolt.

"Pure Mother can't go."

"No release!" Purely controlled anger was pushing Fitri's body quite rough to make it fall. The back of the episode hit the edge of the table so hard. A second later, his body fell on the floor.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim! Nduk! Awake, Nduk!" peekik the father.

"Fitri must have faked out so that I would cancel my intention to leave."

"Your sister didn't pretend to faint."

"ah! Don't panic like that. Soon he must be awake," said Murni.

"Fitr! Wake up, son." Bimo shook his youngest daughter's body but did not budge.

Once again the phone rings.

"I'm leaving first. My friend has been waiting too long in the terminal" said Murni as he moved from the living room.

He then waited for the taxi driver who had been booked through the application.

Meanwhile Bimo continues to try to make Fitri aware. He shook his youngest daughter's body while occasionally patting her on the cheek. My heart was racing as I suddenly felt her daughter's body begin to feel cold.

"Oh Allah, Nduk. Awake, Nduk. Open your eyes!" peekik Bimo's.

With trembling hands the middle-aged man checked the breath near his nostrils. But he did not feel the gust. From the nostrils, he checked his pulse.

"To the terminal yes, sir," Murni told the driver of the motorcycle shortly after he rang his motorcycle.

"Fitr!" scream Bimo from inside.

"What's going on inside, Ma'am?" ask the driver.

"It's nothing. Let's go. I'm late."

Pure actually left his house no matter what the screams from the father just meant.

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