The Tomboy Babysitter the Heart Thief

CHAPTER 51

Since being declared a memory loss, Tini has been living in Bimo's house with her two daughters, Murni and Fitri. There have been many efforts made by Bimo to restore the memory of his sister, but the results are nil. Of the many names, for some reason only one name that he remembers is Mr. Panji. It seems to make quite a lot of sense. The last person to meet Tini on that fateful day was Mr. Panji. Also when asked why he kept remembering the RT chairman, Tini immediately cried.

Meanwhile, since Mr. Panji was arrested for sexual harassment and premeditated murder in Tini, slowly Panji bu catering business began to be quiet until finally he completely closed his business. His car and house have also been sold to fulfill his life and his two sons, Adi and Ari. Now the three of them must be willing to live in a rented house narrow and away from the crowd. Because of the burden of the mind, the body of the Panji bu that was once contained now turned thin and dry. Both of his sons had to quit school. Now their activities are as stone breakers times.

In the afternoon, Bu Panji was seen repeatedly hitting the large stone with an iron hammer to make it into smaller pieces. If it has reached a certain size, the pieces of stone will be sold to the contractor. While his two sons, Ari and Adi sit next to him.

"Why don't you come home, Mom?"

"Why don't I go to school anymore?"

"Why do we live in such a small house?"

The questions rolled in turns from the mouths of her two sons. The woman could only be silent.

"Mom, my head's spinning, I'm going to go home."

"I'm hungry, Mom. This morning we only had boiled cassava breakfast."

"Shut up! You think mom wants us to be like this? I want our lives to be enough. I want you to eat good food every day, and take a walk to the city like you used to. But our situation is not like it used to be" said Bu Panji. There is a little regret because he had snapped both of his hearts.

"When did Father come home? If you come home he'll bring a lot of money, won't he, Mom?"

Their conversation stopped when a man approached them. His name is Pak Wira, he is the one who usually buys stones from prosperous villagers.

"Your little son looks pale, come on, you go home. Poor him. If I pass out here I am also the one who is blamed for being considered to employ minors" he said.

"But, boss. The stone I broke was a little. The money is definitely not much," said Mrs Panji.

"Here's your pay today, go home, feed your children." Mr. Wira took a piece of money from a hundred thousand pieces in his wallet and gave it to the mother of two children.

"T-t-but, Nurse. The price of this stone has not reached half that."

"That's business later. Most importantly your children are not starving."

"Thank you, Juragan," said Mr. Panji to greet the hand of Mr. Wira .

"Here you go home" said the tall man. He then left that place.

Bu Panji only realized that from earlier his chat with the master was the attention of several pairs of eyes that were also in that place.

"I'll go home first, ma'am. My son is sick" he said, responding to the cynical glare from residents who work with him.

"Cihh! Bring the children to hope for mercy, "one of the residents sibir.

"What do you mean by you talk that way?"

"Think of it yourself!"

"My son is really sick. Why would I lie."

"Today you are sorry to be given money by the boss of Wira, at the very end of asking to be married," said the middle-aged woman to invite laughter from her friends.

"Truely you. Her husband's gonna be in jail for a long time, he's gonna be lonely every night when nobody sleeps."

"Have it, don't do it. Poor bu Panji. Already know his life blangsak because of having a bad guy*n, why are you guys even teased?" Other residents chimed in.

"Come, Son. We're home." Bu Panji took the hands of his two children and left the place.

The distance from where the stone was broken into his house was quite far. Actually it could be a ride in rural transportation, but for the sake of frugality, Panji ma'am chose his two sons to walk.

"Ari's tired, Mom."

"A little while back. I'll cook chicken opor for you."

The words of the mother had become a special spirit for the five-year-old boy. He also continued his journey. However, suddenly Ari's body fell and collapsed on the damp ground.

"Please!" his yell.

"Mom, I'm tired" complained the elder.

"So, would you like to ask for a sling too? Don't you see your sister's passed out! I need to hurry up and take her to the village midwife!" the mother's jolt that made the boy's cry break. This time his shout was heard by a citizen who happened to pass by his motorcycle. The middle-aged man was seen hauling grass in the back of his vehicle.

"Why is his son crying, Mom?" tanyakanya.

"Ehm .. My son is exhausted, sir."

"So, that's why the other one, I asked for a sling."

"Actually my son passed out. I want to take him to the village midwife."

"Astaghfirullahaladhim's chat. We need to hurry up and get him to the village midwife."

Yes, that man was Bimo, the Holy Father whose daily job was to become a grass-finding labourer. He rushes over his motorcycle and pulls down a sack of grass from up there.

"Hurry up, do not let your child be late to get help" said Mr. Bimo.

While carrying Ari's limp body unconscious, Panji bu invites the eldest to ride the old motorcycle to the village midwife's house. Honey, that afternoon the house was empty because the midwife was traveling.

"How is this, Mom? I'm sorry I didn't dare to take my son to the sub-district health center. My motorcycle is old, likes to be fussy when invited to walk a little far. How about stopping by my house first? There is Mbakyu Tini and Pure. They can definitely help take care of Ari," Bimo said.

Hearing Tini's name, of course, makes Panji bu panic. Suddenly she felt so guilty because her husband had forced her sister.

"No need, sir. I don't want to trouble. Just take us home."

"Mother sure? You're just three, aren't you? What if something happens to Ari? Your house is far from the neighbors."

"Alright, then we go to Mr. Bimo's house."

Bimo then drove his motorcycle to his home.

Purely astonished when he found the father came home by piggybacking Panji bu and his two children.

"Why did you take them to our house? Bu Panji's husband has done evil to budhe Tini," he said.

"Mom Panji fainted, we have to help him immediately. We went to the village midwife's house, but the house was empty."

"Leave it! Evil families are being helped!"

"Did you teach me to take revenge on others? That passed let it pass, Ari is still a child. Him

do not know anything yet" said Bimo who suddenly made the second princess was silent.

"Hurry up and get some wind oil!"

Although grumbling with annoyance, Pure had no choice but to according to the events of the father.

"Well, what's the noise outside, myrr?" tini asked when the girl who was now a teenager went into Tini's room to take wind oil.

"Ehm .. nothing, Budhe. Budhe just rest," said Murni as he moved out of the room.

Tini who was curious then came out of her room and walked towards the living room. They think that the memory-lost Tini won't recognize who Panji is. But apparently they were wrong, suddenly Tini screamed hysterically when he saw the woman's face.

"Go you! You're evil!" his yell.

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