The Tomboy Babysitter the Heart Thief

CHAPTER 22

"Bimo! The bimo!" someone shouted from a distance.

Bimo who was looking for grass was suddenly stopped his work for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Quickly go home."

"What's really going on?" insist Bimo.

"That's ... That's .. mbakyumu."

"Why Tini's mom?"

"That's it, you go home first."

Bimo then left the place and drove his old motorcycle towards home. He was surprised not to play when he found a lot of people on the terrace of his house .

"Astaghfirullahaldzim! What happened to Tini?" muttered.

"Mbakyumu .. Mbakyumu ..." said one of his neighbors.

"Mbakyu Tini why?"

"I found your mbakyum lying unconscious on the road near the rice fields. It looks like he was a hit-and-run victim" said one resident.

Bimo quickly entered the living room. Sure enough, the mere elder brother looked weakly lying with wounds all over his body.

"Oh my God, Ma'am. Who could do this?" said raucous.

"So we wanted to take your mom to the hospital but were confused how to take her."

"What if we ask Mr. Panji for help?" propose one of the citizens.

"Alright, then I'll go to his house now."

Bimo back on his motorcycle and went to the house of Mr. Panji.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Panji," he said from outside the fence.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh, Mr. Bimo. What's up, sir?" said ma Panji.

"I'm sorry if I'm a hassle. My arrival here means to ask Mr. Panji for help."

"If I may know, what would you like to ask for help?"

"Ehm .. anu .. anu, Mom. I'd like to ask you to take me to the hospital."

"Ru-ru-mah's sick?"

"Yes, Mom. Residents found Tini unconscious in the rice fields. It looks like he was a hit-and-run victim" Bimo explained.

Of course Panji was confused. How could Tini be a hit-and-run victim? Or maybe it was her own husband.

"How, Ma? Can I ask for help now?"

"I-i-iya, wait a minute. I'll call you father first." The thick-bodied woman then entered her house.

"Outside there is Mr. Bimo" said Mr. Panji to her husband who was lying relaxed in front of the television as if nothing had happened.

"What do you want?"

"She asked for help to take Tini to the hospital. Said he was a hit-and-run victim near the rice fields."

"Why don't you just refuse," said Mr. Panji. Suddenly his face panicked.

"Did you hit Tini?" ask Bu Panji full search.

"Absolutely you!"

"Father's afraid Tini will report to the police because she has become a victim n*fsu be*at Mr."

"Sorry father, khilaf, ma'am."

"So, how's that Mr Bimo?"

"Say I'm sick and I don't have to drive. Do you want you to get in trouble?"

"yes too. I don't want you in jail either."

"Yes, meet Bimo soon."

Bu Panji passed from in front of her husband, she then returned to the terrace of her house.

"I'm so sorry, sir. My husband can't drive because he's not feeling well."

"So, what about my mbakyu? In this village only Panji sir and Lurah sir have a car, while Mr. Lurah is serving out of town."

"Once again I'm sorry I couldn't help."

"How's this? I'm afraid Tini is late for help" Bimo murmured.

"What if I borrow Mom's car?"

"Can Mr Bimo drive?"

"I'm not driving, ma'am. But one of the residents who worked as a village transport driver."

"Yes, it's up to Mr. Bimo."

Finally Tini arrived at the hospital with a car delivered by Panji sir driven by one of the residents.

"How's my mbakyu doing, Doc?" bimo asked shortly after the doctor had examined Tini.

The doctor breathed heavily.

"Patient is in a coma."

"Astaghfirullahaldzim."

"The injuries sustained in the head are severe enough to cause damage to some parts of the internal organs of the head. It is likely that during the wake of the patient will experience memory loss or amnesia" said the doctor.

Bimo sat languidly on the bench. He did not expect Tini would suffer this tragic fate.

"About who hit your mbakyum, Bim?" joseph sat right next to him.

"Eitherway. Everyday mbakyuku just spend time by working at home pak Panji help cook if there is another catering order."

"Do you think you have an enemy?"

"If that's what I can make sure I don't. My mother never cheated. It seems that no one wants to harm him. Whoever hit him may be moved to take responsibility."

"Yes, I hope."

*****

Three days after being hospitalized, Rayyan's condition began to improve. The doctor allowed him to go home.

"I would love to eat marrow porridge, Mbok," Rayyan told mbok Asih.

"When it's noon, no one will sell it anymore, sir."

"Mbok can make it 'can't it?"

"Sorry, Sir. I've never made it, afraid it's not good."

"What's up, Mbok?" holy Tanya who happened to pass by in the living room.

"This Master Ray is eager to eat the marrow porridge, but I can't make it.

Saints smile.

"Oh, marrow porridge? It was my sister's favorite food. I often make it."

"So, you can make marrow porridge?"

"Can dong."

"Yes already. Here Arsen played with my father first," said Ray as he reached out his hands to hold the only son of his puppet.

"Let's help cook."

"I'm sorry to go to the kitchen first."

Saints slightly bowed his body, before finally passing from before Rayyan.

The fragrance of pandanus and brown sugar instantly burst into the living room as Suci served her artificial marrow porridge on the living room table. Because impatiently, Ray also tasted the marrow porridge that still reflects the smoke. As a result, his tongue was burning. Rayyan put the tablespoon back down.

"Master why?" Is my porridge not good?"

"Not so, I who can not wait want to quickly eat this porridge."

"Dad .. mam" said Arsen.

"Young master would too? Let me get you again." The saint went back into the kitchen. Moments later he returned with a tray containing a bowl of warm marrow porridge for the young master. With great precision he fed spoon by spoon the fine food into the small mouth of Arsen until the bowl was completely empty.

"Smart child" said Suci, stroking Arsen's blond hair gently.

Unintentionally for the first time Rayyan looked at and observed the Sacred face. Suddenly he felt that the face of the tomboyish girl had a resemblance to his late wife, Arini.

"Why is my Master geliatin so?"

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