Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 16

Bugh! Bugh!

The long-haired girl continued to wrestle against the snatchers. Its body size is 2x larger than its body. Sometimes he also hit the man's hand. Baku hit inevitable.

Mother's body trembled in fear. It just so happened that he was standing in a quiet place. Not stopping where they usually are. Because he felt tired if he had to walk further. But that fateful event must happen to him.

"Tolowg! Help me!" Mother still cries roaring while screaming for help.

Hordes of citizens who happened to pass by in pick up cars, flocked to approach. The snatch was frightened, he threw Mother's wallet and threw the body of the beautiful girl to the bouncing of her car.

Residents chased after her, caught and almost beaten by the masses if not stopped by Mother Hanin. "Already, Sir. Already, the important thing is that my money is back," he said.

"We'll take it to the police station. Come, Buk come with us for the report!" invite one of the residents who gripped the snap arm.

"But I'm waiting for the children, sir," elak Mother Hanin who seems to object.

"Mom, I'll drop off. He must be thrown in jail to be caught," the cynical girl stared intently at the perpetrator.

After cradling, Mother finally complied. He was riding in the girl's car while the perpetrator was carried by residents in a pick up car.

"Dec, what's his name? Thank you, for helping me. You get hurt like this," said Mommy opened the conversation.

"I'm Chatrine, Buk. Just call me Chaca," she said with a grimace holding back the pain in her cheek.

"Thank you very much, Chaca boy. Mother does not know how it would be if there was no you just now. Many children hang their lives from this wallet," said Mother bowed her head. A speck of clear water fell from both of his eyeballs.

"How many children do you have?" Chaca was overwhelmed by the sacrifice of a mother.

Mother Hanin again straightened her eyes, although her eyes glazed with a beautiful smile adorning her lips. "Mother's son is many, there are ten. The biggest one is now working. Often help Mother, and never foya-foya," praise Mother imagine Gandhi.

Chaca nodded, imagining it must be exciting to have many brothers.

At the police station, Mommy gave a description of the crime in accordance with what happened. Some questions were also answered well. Chaca as a witness and some citizens.

"Mother, the house must be very rame." Chaca opened the conversation as they were on their way home.

"Yes, Son. Very many," said Mother who thinks about what will cook. Given that his time was cut off at the police station earlier.

"Son, later if there is a food stall, please stop first huh. Because of this, Mother can not cook. The children must have been starving" Mother asked.

"Ready, Mother," said Chaca raising her right hand in a respectful manner while laughing.

But not stopped in a tent stall like the shadow of Mother. Chaca actually stopped in the courtyard of a very large and large restaurant.

Mother was surprised, "Kok stopped here, son. Later the mother's money is not enough," said Mother felt afraid.

"Mother wait here. Chaca has some business. Wait, Bun," he removed his seatbelt and rushed out.

After a while, Chaca came back with two large plastic bags. He had trouble opening the car door.

"Luckily, I didn't use a sports car" he smiled. He's in a pajero, one of his Daddy's.

"Where is Mother's house? Show me the way, Bun. For food do not worry, Chaca already bring a lot for the children Mother." Chaca looked up at him with her chin.

"Geez, kid. Mommy so not good, already ngrepotin continue from earlier."

"Don't be like that, Bun. Chaca just wants to help as much as Chaca can," she said as she turned on the car's engine and started running it.

"God, how noble is your heart, son. Your parents must have educated you well. Thank you very much yes. May Allah repay all kindness, Son Chaca," Mother's prayer is sincere.

DEG!

'Old man'

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