IT'S NOT MY FAULT TO LOVE YOU
Orphanages
At 19:00 WIB Kimy was down for dinner. He felt hungry after a long journey, still added to his struggle with the lover.
" Mammy..." Kimy yelled cheerfully to see that Sarah's mom was home. Sarah who again ate the fruit while standing up welcomed the princess' embrace.
" Mommy kangen.." Said sarah while taking off her embrace. Only in reply to Kimy's spoiled whimper.
" Papi hasn't come home yet?.." Kimy asked, looking left-right, looking for the whereabouts of his papi Daniel.
Sarah just shook her head.
" Kim tomorrow you can clear your schedule?.." Ask Sarah.
" What do you want?.." Kimy replied casually as he walked to the dining table.
" Come to the orphanage charity event.."
Kimy leaned towards Sarah.
" Who is charity?.." He asked while filling his plate with rice and side dishes on the dining table.
" Mamilah?.. Sarah is sitting.
" When did my mother start charity?.." Ask curiously.
" Huust.. yummy, if my mom uses the same report as you.." Sarah was upset.
" Bi ready plate for Gilang yes.." Kimy's orders on bi Asih.
" Yes, it's non.."
" Came on top?.." Ask sarah.
" Oh yes, my mother was going to see her car in front." answered Sarah herself.
" Tomorrow your cameramen will also go to his successor?.." Said sarah again.
" It's the same mom Sinta, why ngajakin me mi, males ahh..." Sinta is Gilang's mother who is also Sarah's best friend.
" That's you..." Sarah grumbling.
There were footsteps coming down the stairs. Kimy and Sarah saw Gilang come down with his pillow face.
But do not reduce to the handsome of the artist.
Gilang walked while tidying his hair that looks disheveled.
" Malem mi.." said Gilang to his female camer. She was smiling by Sarah. Gilang sat down on the chair next to Kimy.
" Yank, you didn't wake me up. I was supposed to meet the producer this afternoon.."
" Where do I know.." Kimy replied indifferently with a mouth full of food.
" Are you guys not planning a wedding, at least a cake fiancee?.." Sarah asked, seeing that her son was very close to Gilang.
" Goddessa dehhh..." Answer Kimy.
" I want that anyway mi, later if the Gilang advertising contract is completed we fiancee, right yank?.." Answer Gilang.
" You are ahh.." Answer Kimy indifferently. Actually in Kimy's heart was happy to hear it, that's what he had hoped for so far to be the wife of a Gilang.
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Elsewhere a middle-aged woman is calling someone.
" I'm sure he's dead, I've been searching for decades. There's no trace at all about the boy.." His voice was so slow.
" Prepare everything, I'm sure tomorrow the caretaker will hand the caretaker over to me.." Still the voice of the woman. Then he hung up on me.
" This is the time.." He said quietly by displaying his devilish smile.
The atmosphere of IBU PERTIWI orphanage looks a little crowded than usual. In the orphanage yard it is seen in pairs of a white tent, as well as chairs that have been lined up neatly.
Mr. Imam who in recent years as the chairman of the caretaker also looks well dressed. The children of the orphanage and several other managers have also been seen sitting in rows.
It looks like some of the permanent donors of the orphanage have also gathered.
" Mommy sure you want charity in this parlor?.. " Said Kimy whispering in Sarah's ear her mother.
" It's not really mommy, but Rahma who is a donor stays here. He's the biggest donor here." he replied.
" Trus why are we here, if you don't come along mengalumbang".. Kimy replied annoyed.
" Here you go, today your mother Rahma will take over this house.." Answer Sarah. He was answered by Kimy.
Moments later the priest began to speak on a small stage.
Good day and good luck to all of us.
First of all I want to thank the father/mother of the donors who are ready to be present here.
My dear children and the caretakers who have been patient all this time.
Need father/mother to know the current state of the parlor is very far from the word worthy. Buildings that are old and many are leaking, as well as home funds are increasingly thinning.
I am very grateful to the regular donors who took the time and material to continue to support the progress of this home.
But none of this is enough to back up the management of this orphanage. With a heavy heart I will transfer stewardship to the right and fast people. The person we have known as an angel here, who always comes in times of need. Sinta Hanggono's. I'm sure everyone here knows who he is.
Sinta lowered her head and heard the sound of clapping riuuuhhhhhh.
I am sure that Ms. Sinta and her new caretakers will be re-raising the home as before.
I as the Chairman of the manager and all the managers here thank you as much as possible for all the attention of the father/mother. We also apologize if there have been mistakes that we intentionally or not.
Enough of me, during the day.
Sinta was seen standing and encouraged to go up to the stage for the submission of stewardship.
The priest and Sinta shook hands and saw several people taking photos. The priest handed over a map to be signed by Siska.
Sinta prepared her signature on the paper, proudly displaying her wide smile.
" Wait..."
I heard a heavy male voice. Everyone who was there looked around for the source of the voice.
Some men wearing black clothes appeared to come. One of them came forward.
" I'm sorry to interrupt the show.." Said the man
Kimy opened his eyes wide as soon as he saw the man, in disbelief. He closed his previously gaping mouth in shock.
" Give me a minute, my boss wants to make an interesting offer, sir.." Said again.
" Who are you?.. Answer the Imam.
Everyone in there was confused by the situation back then, it was so stressful.
" Have it been, Imam, let's continue. We don't know them this is just a waste of time.." Sinta.
" I have another show waiting.." Sinta again.
" Oo Yes.. Yes ma'am.. Let's continue.." Answer the Imam. Sinta was in a hurry to sign the letter.
" Why hurry up, madam.." The heavy and sharp voice of a man made Sinta stop her activities. All eyes including Sinta saw a handsome man appear behind some of the black-clothed men.
" What!!! that's notit.." Kimy closed his mouth again in shock, seeing the two men he met in New York a few days ago. The man without expression and the only man of inner courtesy Kimy.
" Who he looks like his face is so familiar.." Inner Sinta.
" That's not Tristan yeah, that's often in the kids' talk at the shooting location.." Inner Sarah.
Everyone looked at the cold-looking man with their own thoughts.
" I'm sorry who are you?.." Ask the Imam.
" Include my name Tristan, I have a more interesting offer for you than this..." Tristan said in a cold voice.
No one answered Tristan's statement, all just silent.
" I'll be a regular donor at this place from now on..."
" but..." The priest stopped when he saw Tristan raise his palm, telling him to stop talking.
" A month I'll give 100 million to this parlor. Food, clothing and other necessities will be provided every month and the building of this home will be expanded to be suitable for children.
And the most important point is that no one can change all forms of management in this foundation, should not be transferred to anyone.."
Everyone who was there was completely dumbfounded to hear what the man was saying.
" Who are you, why all of a sudden.."
Answer the Imam.
Damn who this guy is. Inner Sinta.
" How does everything here agree with my offer.." Tristan asked loudly towards everyone.
AGATUUU.....
Everyone said they agreed, and the kids seemed happy to hear it.
" Look at all of them agree, no more consideration needed. Because all the problems have been solved. My men will take care of everything after this.." Tristan said, then left the place in follow-up with his men.
When Tristan walked away from that place. Tristan paused for a moment and then he turned his face towards Kimy, looking at the girl with his sharp eyes. Kimy who from earlier also saw him was horrified to see Tristan's flat face
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