Dancing Girl & Mr. Amnesia
3. Grated

People flocked to the house, finding the foreign man sleeping in your room. But you're not home because you're at work.

"You who? Why sleep here?" ask Mr. RT among the people who came to the house.

"I'm-I'm Ojan, sir" said the man, still confused. "I-I-I brought you. I don't know where to go."

"What's your relationship with you?"

The man who claimed to be Ojan shook his head. "He's the one who helped me."

"lik! You must be that bawdy couple of selfless kids!" sidelines Ingrid with hunting breath. "So you're the one who spent the money?"

Ojan got up slowly sitting on his knees before Inggrid. "He's not wrong, sir. You saved my life. If there wasn't him, maybe I'd be dead."

Mr. RT listened to the testimony of the foreign man. "After all, he was wrong to have brought a stranger without reporting first."

Ojan could only bow because he did not know what to do. Until it was decided that tonight was the last night for Ojan to stay at the house. However, he was forbidden to sleep in your room. He was only allowed to sleep in the long chair in the living room.

When you came home, he slowly opened the door afraid of stirring up. He gasped to find Ojan coldly curled up in the long chair in his house. The door of his parents' room was open, as usual Ingrid came to welcome your presence.

"Hey, Dude? Why sleep here?" You woke Ojan. He was still standing at the door.

Ojan opened his eyes immediately sitting rubbing his eyes. "It looks like Ojan has to get out of this house."

"Heh, cheap girl, aren't you ashamed of bringing your lover into this house? Enough of your work is like that! But don't bring your sins into this house!" Ingrid ruffled waist.

You stand up near the stepmother. "So that's it, Mom?"

You put your hand in front of Inggrid. "Then give back all that illicit money!"

Inggrid was surprised at the reaction given by Youah. And Inggrid thought you would plead with him so that the two of them would not be cast out in this house. So, Ingrid can take advantage of the fear possessed by Youah to extort all the money he has.

However, the reality he got was very different. You seem to ignore the threat he wants to give to the stepson. Dare to challenge him like this.

"Quick! Give me back all the illegal money I used to buy jewelry, skincare, beauty equipment, shoes, clothes, and more. Reason alone says for the care of the father, when it's money for the needs of the mother herself."

You shifted Ingrid to move from his position standing in front of the door. You went into the room checking on his father who couldn't move at all.

"When, with all the money you take, you can be treated until your condition improves." You sit next to the bed holding the hand of the father.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, too, oh Mother who's been there. I can't keep my promise to Mom."

For a moment you look at his father's face. His father's lips were not in a normal position, stiff on the right side. The position of the right hand also stiffens with fingers that can not be loosened again.

The doctor said, if his father was brought to therapy regularly, and undergo a series of other treatments, then most likely the father's condition can be better.

However, the greedy Inggrid instead uses your efforts for his own sake. You got up, dismantled the closet in the room.

You keep looking around for something, and finally, he finds a box and opens it. There are several rings, bracelets, earrings, and necklaces made of gold.

With a thinly decorated smile on your lips, the city was forcefully taken. "I want to sell all this."

Inggrid tried to take that thing. "Return! This is all mine! Don't try to take mine!"

"Mother's? Ever bought it with your own money?" ask you, cold. Inggrid fell silent, still glancing at the jewelry box you snatched just now.

Inggrid tried to take it, but you managed to dodge it. After that you drop off a large enough bag, open the closet and take out clothes belonging to the original Inggrid.

"Well, please put yourself in the bag. While I'm still sane, I can get out of this house."

You remember that on the way home, the people around his house blocked and interrogated Youah. From there you know, Ojan got grubby citizens and Mr. RT. All because of Inggrid's complaint, the stepmother.

You again see Inggrid who was stunned to see his clothes scattered, then the net turned on the travel bag that was lowered by Youah, and turned to look at his stepson with hunting breath.

Furious he moved about to scratch you. "How dare you be such an ungodly child!"

Nimbly you dodge and pull away the hand of the stepmother. "As I said, Mom ... While I'm still sane, you better leave this house!"

"You're wrong! All you have to go is you! I am your father's legal wife. My position is higher!"

With a thin smile you smile thinly. "So so?"

You also took out his father's clothes. Setting up a wheelchair, taking files of home and land ownership papers into the bag. Seeing the house ownership file coming in, Inggrid tried to seize it. Nimble you back evasive.

"Why, Mom? You wanna come with us too?"

You continue to arrange the items into the travel bag. He helped his father get up and was transferred to a wheelchair. However, the father's physique was too weak, completely unable to support himself to sit there.

You also tie the body of his father in a wheelchair so that it can support the body of the father so as not to fall again.

"Well, now we leave this place."

You hang the bag on the handle of the wheelchair and then push out the room with the property hoarded by Ingrid.

"Before I sell this house, please look for a new house!"

Inggrid immediately hugged your leg. "Andah, you don't do this to your mother. After all, I am your father's legal wife. We are not divorced! Please don't leave me alone!"

You have not had time to answer Inggrid's words, from the outside there was a commotion. Ojan who was still in confusion tried to open the door to see the situation out there.

"Get the stranger out! You do not pollute this territory by legalizing zina in your homes!" yelling at midnight people coming to your house.