Don't Distinguish Me
Seek

Salsa who had just entered the house was stunned to see her mother who was scrambling the closet in the room to look for the earthen mail.

There was Anisa who was crying while persuading the mother to stop looking for the land letter. Behind him there is Ramli who looks nervous because in fact, the Goddess never found the letter of the land.

"Lho, how come there isn't? I usually keep it here!" said Dewi annoyed.

"From what on, Mom? Really excited?" Salsa suddenly came in and asked.

The goddess then turned her head and looked at her second daughter who looked messy.

"Where did you end up so dirty?"

"Salsa Jatoh, on the edge of the rice field, Buk. Look, here, Salsa's hands are blisters." Salsa, don't be scuffed by a fall.

"What's? Falling off? What is your condition? You're not hurt, are you?" asked Ramli with a worried look.

The goddess who saw her husband's treatment of Salsa regained emotions. "Keep, how's the motorcycle? What damage did you do?"

"Ih, Ibuk said that anyway. I'm falling, Buk. His motorcycle went into the paddy field. Don't know, it was back and forth dead on the road. Said the workshop like the machine anyway."

"Well, a lot of it, yeah." The goddess looked at Ramli who looked not angry at all. "How do you know that motorcycle? Put your money on, right?"

"Huh? My money? Yes, no, Buk. There's a Dad."

The goddess smiled while holding back emotions. "Oh, dad's money? Okay, ask your dad now!"

"Hummer why, anyway. I must have given you dong." Salsa turned to face her father while raising her hand. "Well, ask for a million for my motorcycle. It cost me five hundred thousand, five hundred ribs for me, yes."

The goddess looked at Ramli, waiting for the answer to be given to Salsa.

"But it will be loved, won't it, Dad? I'll have money from brother."

Deg, Dewi immediately turned to Anisa who was downcast in fear.

"What's? Money deposits? Where's the money from?" ask the Goddess to Anisa.

However, he turned to Ramli because he did not get an answer from Anisa. "Money from Anisa? What does that mean, Mom?"

"Jawab, Mommy!" the Goddess shouted because she did not get an answer from anyone.

"Wait on! Nisa, where fifteen million money that you said you wanted to save. Whereabouts? Here's the savings book!"

Anisa is silent. He kept his head down because he was scared.

"You must have loved your father, right? Answer Mother!"

"Sorry Nisa, Mom. Nisa only wants to return Nisa's operating money as a child. So that mom and dad don't fight anymore because of Nisa."

The goddess rubbed her face and wept bitterly. "O Allah, what kind of husband have you given me? What kind of thing to ask for his own son's operating costs."

"Mom, don't cry, sorry Nisa. Dad didn't ask. But Nisa's the one who told me to be fairer with us. So that mom and dad don't fight anymore."

"Well, are you sorry? You are not wrong! Wrong is your father! Your father is the most beautiful father in the world!" The goddess turned to look at Ramli.

"You don't beat me up, dong. I never asked for it."