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"Bu .. This is Anitha I told you about." The father introduced himself.

"Anitha Bu," Anitha crucified Mr. Hasan's wife's hand.

"It's so pretty you kid." Anitha's adoptive father's wife praised, who is known to be named Lestari.

"Thank you, ma'am, but not as pretty as my way of life, ma'am" Anitha told Bu Lestari.

"Prophe Nak .. Have you had breakfast?"

"Already ma'am, I was invited by the father of breakfast."

"Father if you want to go to work please, Anitha is okay here dulukan?" Anitha asked doubtfully.

"Well, where are you going now, son?" So kind and gentle wife of Anitha's adoptive father.

"Father left first, ma'am ... I put Anitha first on my mother." The father entrusted Anitha to his wife.

"Yes sir, your friend's son is just like my son." Anitha was grateful she still had a shelter in the midst of the difficulties she was living.

Anitha and Lestari's mother sit on the worn-out sofa. Lestari's mother asks what happened to Anitha. Anitha told me that she was not considered and expelled by her husband until he was helped by his friend and was only sold.

Not only did Anitha shed tears. It was seen that Bu Lestari's eyes also glazed over the sadness of hearing Anitha's way of life.

"Patience, son, hopefully in the future you will be better and successful." This is the second prayer for Anitha on the same day.

"Aamiin .. thank you ma'am .. May the prayers of mother and father be granted by God. Ohhh yeah, you two are the same father?" Mr. Hasan's house is not too big there are only two rooms there.

"Yes son, I also only have an only child, just like you. Now she's coming with her husband to Kalimantan."

"I'm sorry to trouble you and your father, yes, I'll be looking for a job soon ma'am." Anitha felt a little uneasy because at first glance the economic situation of her adoptive father was not too good.

"Don't think too much, son, now you rest first in the front room. That room was once the mother's daughter's room, chacha's name. I'm gonna cook for our lunch, first,"

bu Lestari said to Anitha.

"I'll help you, yeah, I can't sleep at this time either." Anitha refused subtly and offered her foster mother some help.

"If you're not tired, it's okay, son, if you're tired of rest. Don't be shy."

In the afternoon Anitha took a moment to the minimarket near her adoptive mother's house. He intends to buy soap supplies left behind at Ajeng's house.

"Bu .. I went to the minimarket in front of our house alley, ma'am." Pamit Anitha to her foster mother.

"Be careful son, just wear a hat to cover your head, even though the distance from here to your friend's house is very far. How to know he is looking for it" said Bu Lestari worried.

"Yes Mom, do you want to drop something?" Anitha offers very limited funds.

"Nothing you need, son, just keep it for you."

Anitha walked to the minimarket in front of the house alley. Not until Anitha to the other side, a fairly luxurious car stopped in front of her. Either the mind is afraid or it is so, without a second thought Anitha ran back to her adoptive mother's house, but she did not continue to the house of her adoptive mother.

He ran as far as his strength could. When there was an alley he turned and leaned behind the wall while breathing hard.

Anitha did not lose her mind, she asked if there was another way to the area of her adoptive mother's house. Locals point out a shortcut through the corn garden.

Anitha traced the path according to the direction given. Luckily he was given such a sharp memory that once he heard him remember and memorize. If he does not want more, the memory in the head as if he can set whether he should remember as much detail as possible or just ordinary. What he doesn't need will be removed.

From afar Anitha saw the kitchen of the adoptive mother. He looked around, looking around. After feeling safe Anitha moved quickly towards the kitchen door of the adoptive mother.

Anitha knocked slowly at the back door. Miss Lestari came to open the door. "Loh son, why did you get through the back garden?" Bu Lestari was astonished.

"There's no one in front, ma'am? Mother's door locks?" Anitha was worried. Anitha's a goddess level paranoia.

Bu Lestari seemed to shake his head in confusion with Anitha's question. "What's up, kid, come on in." He was worried.

Anitha told me briefly and clearly what happened. "But I don't know, Mom, if you're looking for me or not, but I feel really bad when the car stops right in front of me Mom."

Bu Lestari hugged her adopted daughter. He felt the fear that Anitha was suffering from. She gave Anitha a glass of water and called her husband to come home early.

"Sir, you should go home quickly, something happened Sir and Anitha seemed unsafe."

"Not safe?" Her husband shouted a little loudly in panic. Can not he imagine if his deceased friend is still there, how sad he would be if his son why-why.

Bu Lestari quickly explained to her husband in detail.

"Well, you'll be home after you deliver your passengers."

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"I'm sorry, if I may know what's going on, sir?" said a young mother whose suit is very fashionable. Ask Mr. Hasan.

Mr. Hasan also told me how he initially shouted. "I'm sorry, Mom, I was able to interfere with Mom's comfort."

"Nothing sir, I understand how to hear the story of my Father concerned to imagine the fate of your adopted daughter."

Mr. Hasan just fell silent while focusing on driving. Until the passenger says. "I think I have a solution if your adopted daughter wants to" he said later.

"What about Mom?" Mr. Hasan was thinking so much about his friend's son who now has been considered like his own daughter, Chacha.

"My brother asked me to find a housekeeper, strangely he did not like the old one sir. He likes women who are not too mature and not too young, yes about 25 years old sir. Her husband is a descendant of the bule Pak and very much in the money.

He has a large company in several countries. But the center is in Jakarta, because my sister's mother-in-law is native to Indonesia. He wanted his son to prefer his mother's country. Although in the end her mother also brought her husband to the husband's home country. But the company's center remains here." Passengers spoke at length that Mr. Hasan heard carefully.

"Then Ma'am? You mean my foster daughter works there?"

"If you and your daughter agree, I think a safe place is my sister's house. I'll call him if you want."

"I tried to ask him first, Mom, if I how to keep him safe. I feel sorry for him who is just a kara here. Plus his father is no more," said Mr. Hasan.

"What if you agree we turn to your house, I want to directly see your daughter and ask directly if you agree."

Mr. Hasan only agreed to it because it is better this road for a while. He was just thinking how to keep his best friend's daughter safe and not full of fear. He also agreed to bring home consumers who can provide solutions for their adopted children.

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