
"She, let's go home. Poor Brother waited too long in the car," Salsa then rose from his seat calling Zia who looks still fun playing with Sarah.
"Saka, Mother go home first yes,"
"Yes, Bun," said Santi mimicking the voice of a baby.
"Sarah, Brother go home first yes," Zia put a toy in her hand.
"Sister Zia has a brother?" ask Sarah for wonder.
"Yes, Big Brother has an older brother, and we're both twins" Zia replied proudly. "Here, I know Brother Zio," Zia invited Sarah to meet Zio in a car parked in the yard.
"That's Brother Zio," Zia pointed at Zio who was sitting in the back cabin of the car. "Abang, knowin, this is Sarah Adek's friend," said Zia.
However, Zio only glanced at them at a glance, then turned his gaze in another direction.
Looking at Zio's handsome look. Sarah immediately got into the car and without excuse the little girl sat down next to Zio, and hugged the cold boy's arm.
"Hey! You who?!" snapped Zio, clasping the hand of the girl who hugged his arm.
"I'm Sarah" the girl reached out with a smile.
However, Zio turned his face the other way, letting Sarah's hand hang just like that.
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"Sarah wants to come with Mommy home" asked Salsa who was about to get into the car.
"Yes Bun, Sarah can come along" Sarah replied from the car.
Salsa looked back.
"San, this is Sarah coming with me, is it okay?" ask Salsa.
Santi approached, then looked up his head into the car.
"Sarah, get down. Your mother wants to go home,"
"No way, I want to come with you, Mother" whined Sarah.
"Tumben once you, want to come with Mother. Ordinary if invited never want," sumpul Santi was surprised. "Yes Sa, take it, and I'll have Bang Raka pick him up,"
"Okay, I go home first, yeah," then they're cupika-cupiki.
"Mama Santi, Zia went home first yes," Zia said goodbye and then kissed the back of Santi's hand.
"Dear, play here often, yes" Santi bent his body, then kissed Zia's cheeks.
Then Zia got into the car.
"That's your son?" santi asked who had been watching Zio sitting back to them.
"Yes" Salsa replied with a smile.
"Abang, here used to be dear, saying goodbye to Mama Santi," said Salsa.
Zio turned his head, then got up from his seat, he stepped closer to Salsa, without turning his head at Sarah who was smiling spoiledly at him.
"This is Mother's best friend, Santi's name. Zio can call her Mama Santi." said Salsa, wiping the top of her son's head.
"Halo Zio," Santi crouched down in front of him.
"It's been playing here a lot, yeah," Santi reached out holding the cheek of the boy in front of him.
"It's very handsome my future daughter-in-law," added Santi feeling anxious himself.
****
Somewhere else.
Zakir drove his car to town B. He also brought Carla back to her hometown.
While continuing to drive, he occasionally sees Carla sitting beside him. The little girl just stared blankly ahead. No look of brilliance on his face.
"Carla, are you hungry? Son," Zakir tried asking. However, the girl beside him only turned a glance then shook her head weakly.
"Come on, son, don't do this. Your brother must be back," I don't know how many times Zakir said that. But it doesn't change anything.
The 45-year-old man did not know what to do to restore Carla's smile. Really, he felt very guilty about himself. Maybe if he wasn't sound asleep at the time. He could prevent Rain from leaving.
"Om review!!!" peekik Carla's.
The sreeet!
Almost the car in his drive hit a woman, if his hands are not swift to slam the steering wheel.
"Om, that mother,"
carla's voice restored Zakir's consciousness.
He rushed out of the car, to see the bandage that had almost been hit by him.
"Astagfirullah...." He approached a woman dressed in shabbiness lying on the side of the road.
"Thank God he just fainted" Then, Zakir carried the woman's body into the car.
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"Om, the aunt is awake" cried Clara who sat in the back cabin with the woman who was hit by the car.
"Who are you?" ask the woman like she's scared.
Zakir pulled over his car, then turned his back.
"I'm Zakir, and that's my niece, her name is Clara. Sorry I accidentally grazed Mbak," said Zakir answered the woman's question.
The woman seemed to think for a moment, then she pretended to be in pain.
"Aduuu...... My head hurts," the woman held her head.
"Then let me take Mbak to the hospital," said Zakir then he turned his body to re-apply his car.
"No need. Let me go alone. You just give me money for my medical expenses" the woman asked.
"Well, how much should I pay for it" asked Zakir.
"Fifty million" said the shabby-clothed woman.
"What?" Zakir's ball of eyes stared at the woman from the reflection of the rearview mirror.
"Why? Do you think hospital fees are cheap?" said the woman.
"Then, let me just take Mbak to the hospital" said Zakir.
Both of the women's eyes were puffed up.
"Don't!!!" she screamed like a fear.
"If you mind paying that much, you can pay the betapuhnya," added the woman.
"I'd better take you to the hospital" said Zakir.
"Don't.." refute the woman quickly.
Both of Zakir's eyebrows are linked. he felt astonished from earlier that the woman was always frightened when he said he would bring her to the hospital.
"I'm so hungry, you can give me food" said the woman.
"All right," Zakir replied and drove to a restaurant. It just so happens that he and Carla have not had lunch either.
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Arrive at the restaurant. The woman ate so greedily, like a man who had not eaten for days. It is clear from the way he eats that somehow has asked the waiter to add to the restaurant.
Zakir's head shook his head, not believing what he saw.
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After paying for all the food. Zakir takes Carla away, resuming their journey to town B.
"Wait, wait.." the woman stepped closer to Zakir.
"What else is it, Ma'am?" asked Zakir who had turned around.
"Can I come with you. I have no one else in the world." The woman said.
"I can take care of your nephew. Or become your maid. Not paid is also okay," added the woman with a clear face.
Like her saying this woman has her right. I do need someone to take care of Carla later.
"alright,. Ma'am can come with me, because I also need someone to look after my nephew," said Zakir.
The woman smirked happily.
"Who's your name?"