Buying My Maid's womb
My ideals Kandas

"If it's not like this, we can't save the Goddess, sir. Our daughter's disease is getting more and more violent, every day she's getting weaker. I can't bear to see it."

Bu Sukma tried to wipe away his tears, watching his son lying weakly in a hospital bed. This morning, Dewi, their fourteen-year-old second child, fell unconscious. Their son has been very sick for a long time. Heart's troubled. The doctors said their son survived the operation.

Mr. Sukma and Mr. Sakir have tried their best to work on the recovery of the child. Already a lot of their savings from farming so far are drained. Travel back and forth hospitals and villages that are very far away are also not an obstacle for them to bring children to treatment. But now, their son needs an operation as soon as possible.

"There is no other way, ma'am, we just sell our rice fields to the boss of Budi. He had long bargained for the rice field at a rather high price."

"God, sir, that's all we have left." Bu Sukma closed his eyes, shaken also saw his shoulder.

"It's okay, ma'am, it's important that our son is cured."

Bu Sukma looked at her husband, tired curate clearly visible on his old face. However, he finally nodded. They had no other choice but to sell a patch of their rice fields to the rich guragan in the village.

Meanwhile, a beautiful girl hugs a university brochure on her chest. Behind the door of the nursery, she had heard all the things her parents were talking about. Bening Anjani. A beautiful girl who was growing and blooming at her age who was about to turn eighteen.

He knew, the serious talk his parents had just buried his ambition to be able to go to college in the big city. In fact, the father had promised to give it to Jakarta with savings that had been prepared. However, as a dutiful child as well as a form of affection for his only sister, Bening willingly finished up in the High School. He even felt quite lucky, because he could finish his school that could not be felt by the sickly Goddess.

"Ning?"

Clear immediately wiped away his tears. He did not realize that his parents had left the treatment room. They also stared at their eldest daughter with a feeling of unease.

"I'm sorry, sir, Mom, it's too late. There are still files that must be taken at school." Dyed the backs of his parents' hands full of reverence.

"Be on a break, son. Why follow here? It's far away." Mother embraces Bening warmly, but Bening can still see the rest of her tears as well as her mother's puffy eyes.

"No papa, Mom." Bening replied briefly.

"Just be quiet, Mommy and I will go home for a while to the village. Take care of my sister."

Sitting in a special chair for the family waiting for the patient. His mother and father were forward taking care of the administrative letter and ascertaining the exact amount of nominal they needed for operating expenses.

Bening moved again, he saw the brother who was lying limp with so many hoses on his body. Bening pursed his lips, he briefly stared at the university brochure of his dreams and then put it in the trash can. It's okay, he understands the situation.

Bening wiped away her tears that fell down her cheeks, staring sadly at the sister also overshadowed the dashed dream. Bening is a smart student when in school yesterday, but to enter a famous university that also not only rely on his intelligent brain, it takes a lot of money.

"Goddess, get well soon, brother is okay not going to college." Bening said softly while smiling towards his sister who was still silent a thousand languages with her eyes closed.

His parents returned and said they would be home soon. According to the clear, he will take care of his sister. While filling his free time while outdoors, Bening toured a fairly large hospital in the Banjar area of the city.

Because of the dreamy preoccupation, Bening so accidentally hit someone. His body staggered, Bening looked up, looking at a woman who looked at him like disgust.

"Wear your eyes if you walk!" the hardic.

"Sorry, Ma'am." Bening.

"Sela, aren't you papa?"

A man's voice sounded. He stared once again at the woman in front of him. Beautiful and tall. Her skin is as white as milk. The treatment must be expensive. Is he an artist? Like I've seen it on Tivi.

"I told you, Gara, don't take me to a place like this!"

"You passed out earlier, honey. I told you I don't have to come see the project here. So gini is it!"

He was confused by the two people in front of him. He finally chose to leave. The handsome man also did not care about her, he was busy persuading the beautiful woman earlier.

He finally arrived at a large tree with a long bench. He sat staring blankly at the sight in front of him. After this, Bening may still wander. In the village he did not know what to do. Let him not be a lecture but his intention to migrate to Jakarta must still be implemented. He had to get a job to return a patch of rice fields as well as a house that his parents would sell today.