WHEN THE HEART MUST SHARE

chapter 74

Although wasted away from relatives does not make Rosmah insyaf as well. He still held a sense of envy in his heart.

Rosmah who used to rule but now had to be ordered by Ms. Fatma made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Mom Rosmah has understood, right his duties? I am very grateful because the presence of Ms. Rosmah here is very helpful. understand, we can not pay nurses to help care for the elderly" he said with a smile.

 Rosmah smiled wryly.

He felt trapped in the nursing home.

"Sorry, yes Miss Rosmah. Not that I mean patronizing but just reminding.take care of parents especially those who are senile is not easy, sometimes we have to involve emotions as well.

But whose name is to serve it must be sincere... Right, isn't Mom ?" Madam Fatma looked back at him straight.

Rosmah pretended to nod and listen.

but in his heart he grumbled in annoyance.

"Who would serve here? If only I had known Yahya's place now, I wouldn't have lingered in this place either.

"They have been hurt enough by the treatment of their children, not to be added to our arbitrary attitude. Speak meekly." advises Ms. Fatma again.

"But I'm not a maid here. I'm a part of them. Yahya left me here just because he didn't want to take me to a hard life, just look, after he succeeds later, he'll pick me up here."

His tone was still covetous.

"Don't be arrogant, ma'am, we've often seen situations like Ms. Rosmah faced. Most of them initially did say so, ' she said, but the truth is they dumped their parents here without ever seeing or telling." sneered a woman who served in the kitchen.

"That's them, not me. Yahya will not break his promise to me" he said confidently.

"But Bu Rosma herself who said that her age does not include elderly like them, therefore we do not hesitate to ask for help to Miss Rosma to take care of them. the period will be free only."

Rosmah was offended. He was about to speak again when Ms. Fatma cut him off.

"It's Already ..! Don't extend it anymore.

The point is, all of us here are the same. So don't criticize each other!" Ms. Fatma broke them up .

Iin then went to the kitchen with a dissatisfied face. So did Rosmah.

"Just look at you, wait until I get Yahya, you won't be able to insult me anymore." he grumbled in annoyance.

Rosmah deliberately made a move.

He overhears a conversation between Ms. Fatma and Iin in the kitchen.

"We must be able to save money, enough is not enough need for a month this must be sufficient." Madam Fatma looks sad

"But what's the cause?" Iin is sad.

,"Donature for Kuta's home is reduced "

"Then how's it going, Miss Fatma? I love this place and its inhabitants. If the parlor closes, where will I go?" tears broke.

"I won't let that happen. Relax.!" Rosmah passed by her room.

While Iin tidied up the food in the warehouse.

"In, I stay first, yeah. I will try to make money to people. Who knows they're knocking."

"Ready, Miss Fatma. It's just a little more" he replied excitedly.

Iin still stayed for a while, until he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally it's also round" he said satisfied.

Iin left the warehouse feeling relieved.

After Iin left, Rosmah sneaked in and made the stuff fall apart, even spilling the rice she said was staying a little."

After that he came out with a satisfied face.

The next day, Iin who first entered the warehouse felt shocked to find foodstuffs scattered. She screamed hysterically and invited the attention of Ms. Fatma.

Everyone was surprised to see the sight before their eyes.

Madam Fatma looked at Iin in surprise.

"Aren't you the last one to come in here?"

"Yes, Mom. But when I left yesterday, all I have neatened in their respective places" he said confusedly.

Ms. Fatma shook her head.

"In, we're in a food crisis, but...?"

Ms. Fatma left the warehouse disappointed.

"Mom, trust me. I can't possibly do that, I'm part of this place." Iin shouted. But Ms. Fatma did not look again.

"Everything is right that work is right." - ridiculed Rosmah.

Iin could only cry regretting everything.

The next day, Rosmah is back. This time he spilled a lot of detergent in the bathroom.

"Well, why else is this? Please, if you're not here. Leave us all right. Don't act like this." - Miss Fatma complained to Iin.

"Mom believe this is what I did?" tanya Iin couldn't believe it.

"I don't believe it. But all the witnesses said you were the last one in this place. Should I accuse the others?"

Iin took a deep breath. He cannot prove himself innocent.

"Bi Fatma's.. Why still keep an irresponsible person like him? Fire it!" Rosmah tried to make a suggestion.

"But Iin had a hard time staying here, he had never made a mistake before. But I'm also confused as to why he turned that way.." Ms. Fatma was silent for a moment.

"I'll think again..."

Rosmah could not sleep. He thought of a way that Iin could be kicked out of that place.

The next morning, Bi Fatma gathered everyone including Iin Risma and a gardener. Everyone was wondering what was going on.

"You must be wondering why I gathered you here, I want you to know that the operating money of our home is lost somewhere."

Iin covered his mouth as did the gardener. Rosmah followed.

"I want to search each of your rooms" said Ms. Fatma again.

"Yes, Mom. Make sure the thief lifts his feet from this place" said Iin Berapi fire.

He felt sure that Rosmah was the culprit.

After being searched in their respective rooms. It turned out that the two mumps of money were in Iin's closet. He looked at Fatma in disbelief.

"I.. I don't understand why the money could be in my closet.. I swear, Miss Fatma" he said.

"Where might the money walk alone here" said Rosma.

Iin still shook his head looking at Madam Fatma.

"In, I'm hard to say this, but you remember, right? Who's caught stealing this money has to get out of here."

With tears Iin left the orphanage where she lived all this time.

Rosmah smiled triumphantly.

***

Aby came a little late to work.

He saw Mr. Sofyan talking to someone.

"Assalamualaikum, sorry I'm late."

"Greetings.. By, sit. This is Ningsih the son of a friend of mine."

"Aby nodded politely while nodding.

"Abys... "

The girl welcomed Aby's hand.

"Drags.."

"I mean this way, By, I thought you had enough savings to open your own business. That's why I pulled Ningsih to replace you.

Not that I want to get rid of you, but I want to see you independent" said Mr. Sofyan seriously. He had long wanted to open his own business. But feeling bad for Sofyan.

"Thank you, sir. I also really want to have my own business, especially if you bless me more excited."

"Father wants to see you go forward" replied Sofyan sincerely.

Aby can't wait for the afternoon. He wanted to tell Anisa the good news.

"By, before you leave this place, please give a little guidance to Ningsih."

"It's with pleasure, sir." Aby is so happy. He had imagined that Anisa was also happy to hear the news.

Aby and Ningsih sat together. With detail Aby explained the ordinances and so on to Ningsih. because basically Ningsih is intelligent, he was quick to respond with Aby's explanation.

The girl looks good. Several times he shifted his seat when Aby accidentally brought his face closer to the laptop in front of them.

"Sorry." said Aby smiling.

"Ngga papa, Mommy. I'm very lucky to have guidance from an experienced person like Mas Aby." praised Ningsih timidly.

Evening arrived.

Aby begs herself with a radiant face.

Whistling small he headed for his bike.

Ningsih watched him from inside the window.

"She looks excited, a tenacious hard worker." he murmured to himself.

💞Huh...Aby, you're cute, mature, responsible and understanding. It is fitting that a lot of love poured out for mu🤣🤣komen ya👇