The Tomboy Babysitter the Heart Thief

CHAPTER 4

"I'm sorry, sir. Even if I chose to take a job in the city, I did it for our family. I don't want the house I was born into to fall into someone else's hands, especially if we have to lift our legs. Where can we get twenty million in a week?"

"But, Nduk, life in the city is harsh. Many people in this village are desperate to wander there, their lives are even more difficult. Want to go home their village embarrassed, until in the end they do everything they can to survive." Tini.

"The job Dina offered was as a babysitter. You and Budhe know him too, don't you? She's a good girl, no way to fool me."

Mr. Bimo seemed to think for a moment.

"The cost to the city is not small, Nduk. I have absolutely no savings. Even if the payday, it's still three days away."

"Mr don't worry, I still have money saved. It seems enough just to take a bus to the city."

"Also you have to have money to hold. There is no way you can pay after a day of work. Budhe only got this." Tini removed the ring from her ring finger and tucked it in Holy hand.

"No, Budhe. I don't want to trouble anyone."

"It's okay, Nduk. This ring will be sold in a gold shop near the terminal."

"But, Budhe, …"

"It has. You yourself are the one who said you want to work in the city so that the debt to loan sharks because of the actions of Widya who does not know herself is paid off quickly?"

The saint nodded slowly.

"Yes, now you trim any clothes or items that you need to bring. Do I need budhe to help?"

"No, Budhe. I can do it myself."

"It's better to leave later wait for your two sisters to go home from school. It's a pity that you don't say goodbye to them" said Tini. Once again the Saints understood.

"Yes, budhe went home first. Later if you want to go find budhe in the house of Panji ma'am. Today budhe is asked to help cook there. There's a catering order for the akikah event in the village next door."

"Katrinue, Budhe. I promise that if I have any sustenance, I'll change Budhe's ring."

"Not to think, Nduk."

It's 11 noon.

The youngest Fitri who had just returned from school looked astonished when he found a large bag in the living room.

"Who's bag, Ma'am?" tanyakanya.

"That's mbak's bag."

"Where is the Holy Father going? How about a big bag?" ask the seven-year-old girl.

"Bak wants to work in the city, Dek."

"Can't! The holy man cannot leave!" Suddenly, Fitri's cry broke. He then slid into the arms of his brother.

"Bak has to go, Deck. It's for our family. For the sake of your future too," said Suci while rubbing Fitri's hair.

"The Holy Father has to promise to go home often."

"Yes, Deck. Promises will come home often. What do you want to buy? A shirt? The doll?"

Fitri shook her head.

"I don't want anything, Ma'am."

Not long after that, Pure looks entered the living room.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

"Tumben's coming home at this hour."

"There's a teacher meeting, so students are sent home sooner."

Just like the youngest, the girl who is now sitting on the Junior High was also curious about the existence of a large bag on the living room chair.

"That's Mbak's bag, isn't it? Why is it here? Where are you going?" tanyakanya.

"The Holy Father wants to go to work in the city, Ma'am" Fitri replied.

"Why is this sudden?"

Suddenly the look on the face of the girl who was now sitting in the 1st grade Junior High turned moody.

"When Mommy leaves who's ready for our breakfast? Who washed our clothes?"

Suci smiled as she stroked her sister's hair.

"Purely, you're already big. From now on you must learn to take care of your mother and sister. Mbak left not because of his own will, but mbak did it for the sake of our family. You don't want 'no, if we have to leave this house we were born in?"

The two brothers shook their heads.

"I hope you understand."

Suci then grabbed the bodies of his two sisters into his arms. He must look strong in front of them even though his heart feels so tight.

"Holy saying goodbye first, sir," he said, kissing the back of his father's hand full of reverence.

"I'm sorry, Nduk." Bimo touched the top of his eldest daughter's head. He was no longer able to hold the clear circles that had spread in both his eyeballs. The man cried for the first time after his wife's death several years ago.

"Mr no need to apologize. All you need to do is pray for Saints so that in the Holy City you can get a job and a good employer."

"Of course, Nduk. Do'a father is always with you."

"Holy Master promises yes, often go home," said the youngest Fitri while occasionally sobbing.

"Yes, Deck. Pray that everything will go well so that you can buy you a big teddy bear."

Once again Saints grabbed the bodies of his two younger sisters before he actually left the room.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

Like the message delivered by the aunt before, if she wanted to leave, she was asked to go to the house of Panji ma'am.

"Where are you going, where's the big bag?" ask Mr. Panji who is cleaning his car in the yard.

"Ehm .. I-I want to go to work in the city, sir."

"SMP observations like you want what work in the city? Many only have desperate capital, finally their fate is even more sad than when they were still in the village."

"Dina offered me a job to work as a babysitter."

"His work in the city alone is unclear. Now you wanna go along?"

"It's not clear how, sir? Dina says if she works as a housekeeper at the home of one of the famous artists."

"Allah. He speaks so that you may be interested. She could have worked as a comfort woman or, …"

"Sorry, Sir. Dina is my best friend. I hope you're not prejudiced against him."

Suddenly the middle-aged man observed Holy's appearance from the tip of his hair to the tip of his foot. From the legs and then stop at the chest. Makes him feel uncomfortable.

"You're actually pretty. Your chest is also quite full. It's just that your appearance is too tomboyish," said Panji half-whispering.

"Mister, don't be so rude!"

"My wife is busy in the kitchen. If we do it for a while in the living room, it's definitely not gonna get caught." Suddenly Mr. Panji embraced the Holy shoulder and almost held his breast.

"Plac!" A pretty loud slap had just landed on the RT chairman's cheek.

"Bad! Dare you slap me 'huh!"

"The father who has been disrespectful. I could've kicked or punched you."

"Your expensive selling attitude actually makes me curious," he murmured. He then smothered the Holy mouth and forced him into the living room.

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