I'm sorry Mother!
Chapter 69

The day is almost noon and the mother has also begun to run out finally the mother decided to go home because the mother also had to cook for Nadia, mom paddled her bike to the market for a while to buy groceries because it happened that the groceries at home had run out.

"Hmm alhamdulilah has run out of my sales today now I want to go to the market first to buy vegetables, want to go home and cook for Nadia because soon she came home from school," mother monologue herself.

Along the way his mother pedaled his bike he felt grateful because on the first day he, the sale had run out quickly, and I hope it will be like this every day so that I can, she said,save up for his daughter's future.

The mother at the market saw a crowd of people who were gathering as if judging someone! that's what I heard from a distance.

"How dare you are a little kid to steal his bread back!" snarled one of the men.

"Huh, huhu I am hungry, I only take one master loaf of bread to fill my hungry stomach" one child whispered.

"Basan petty thief every day steal my bread if this continues to be bankrupt later my war!" snapped again.

"Huhu,, hiks," the sound of the dike sounded very frightened.

The mother who heard that immediately ran over to the crowd and was about to see what was going on.

"Udah just bring it to the police station, this little thief will be a habit if allowed," uncap one of the men next to the man who snapped earlier.

"Excuse me, Excuse me, what's going on if I can figure out why this little boy wants to be judged and taken to the police station?" ask mom as soon as she reaches the crowd.

"It's mom, he's stealing bread in my shop and it's been every day I noticed ehh new this time it was caught directly, I'm tangkep!" the owner explained.

"Ohh so how much bread will I pay, this little boy should not be taken to the police station pity he was just starving so the khilaf did that?" asked her mother to defend her feeling pity.

"Whether in the custody of this thief's child, later he crunched and repeated again will not calm us the sellers here!" hardik is not happy.

"I will take responsibility if this child acts again, so please let me pay for the bread he took and please release him,!" pinta mom once again.

"Jaudah be free, give me another chance to take this child, and hold the unction of the mother who is the guarantor of this child!" advice of the other man who is also a trader in the market.

After deliberating fellow swordsam stall finally the child was released the mother paid the bread stolen by the child for ten thousand rupiahs, the mother immediately invited the child to pull over because she wanted to ask why he stole and not just ask.

"We have been released but inget yes ma'am, if until the child i i act again mother who we will ask for the answer to compensate!" the message of the seller whose bread is stolen reminds.

"God willing, I will always be responsible for all the losses" replied the mother confidently.

On the edge of the market, precisely near the parking lot, the mother left the child alone first, because the mother had to shop for sales tomorrow as well as to cook lunch today.

The boy just nodded his head and sat by the mother's bike while eating the bread he stole but had been paid for by the mother.

About half an hour of shopping at the market finally mom came back too, all this time mom shopping mother worried if the child who had run away and do the act again, this will be very troublesome for the mother because the mother has promised to be responsible if the child acts again, with a quick step of the mother immediately to the parking lot.

"Huffttt," the mother breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the child was still waiting for her to sit next to the mother's bicycle, and she immediately approached the child.

"Thank you because you've been waiting here, now I want to go home you're also home mom!" take your mom to put her groceries on the bike.

"No need ma'am, just let me here because my house is here, and thank you for helping me earlier from the rampage of the time," the boy was sad.

"You mean, you don't have that house? then your parents are damana!" ask the curious mother.

"I don't have anyone else, my brother has gone no where, no where, while my mother died and now I live everywhere to sleep so I took bread because klo asked no one to love me hungry!" the boy replied to a story.

I feel sorry to hear the story of the child, a glimpse of Love passing through his mind, I am afraid that Love out there is experiencing something similar to this child how, how, my tears flowed from both of her eyes.

"When you don't have a home, how about you come home and you can stay with mom so you don't have to wander off on the road!" ask mom to offer help.

"Mom's serious, right? not kidding me?" ask the boy unsure.

"Seriously yes mom lied, ayu you want not!" ask mom to repeat again.

"Yeahhh I finally have a place to live not sleeping on the streets anymore, Dimas wants to ma'am follow mom," said the boy who turns out to be named Dimas he jumped lively pleasure.

"So your name is Dimas, yaudah yuk we go home mom wants to cook it at home!" said the mother led her bike out of the parking lot and rode it when it was on the big road Dimas sat in front of the mother to piggyback on him to get to his house faster.

Along the way Dimas tells about himself who can separate from his brother who used to live in a scavenger shelter but because the place was already in a ruse so Dimas was forced to move places when his brother was looking used goods to sell to collectors, at that time Dimas alone pushed his sick mother in a garbage cart but because Dimas could not find food they finally starved and his mother's condition worsened and eventually died.

At first Dimas thought his mother was just asleep so he continued to push his mother until long enough until the condition of the body is very severe and emit an unpleasant smell, the citizens who realized it also finally gave help to bury his mother properly, and since then Dimas so live a kara without an adult at his side Dimas often sleep in makama mother, and since then Dimas so live without an adult at his side, loneliness doesn't scare him at all.

Long Dimas told about his life story to make the mother so touch sad to imagine that time Dimas was alone in the residence of his mother and brother and I don't know how long Dimas was stranded on the side of the road only alone, only alone, the age of Dimas is still young mother estimates that Dimas is the same age as the love of his daughter who is now e tah where.

"O Allah may wherever Love is you always protect it, do not let its fate be the same as Dimas, steal bread just to survive" the mother prayed in her heart.

Seriate.