KELANA
16.

"What is this, Bang?"

"Already. This is for you. From Dad. Already from yesterday want to give to you, but Brother has not had time."

Mumu knew that refusing was useless. Finally, the key to the motor was also taken.

"Sister's family was very kind to me. I don't know how to get back at it." Your mama is so moved.

"Already...already..do not think too much. When you speak of the mind, you are the one who has sown much in our family." Said Randi sincerely.

Among the truly good and sincere people there is no need to speak unnecessary words.

Mumu immediately drove the latest output NMAX motorbike. Mumu did not expect her good fortune.

Maybe this is a reward for people who help others selflessly.

Mumu felt very grateful and determined to use her knowledge to help fellow human beings. Of course, people who deserve help.

Your mommy's coming home to the hostel. Because he's going to work soon.

"Cie cie..new motor friend." Mumu just arrived at the place immediately greeted by the sound of brisik Risnaldi, the Fat guyon.

"Borrow motor." Mumu said with a dikulum smile.

Your mom went straight inside.

There's really not much to do here.

if new items arrive at the Shop, Mumu and Risnaldi transport them to enter the back shed.

If the customer is crowded, Mumu also supervises where knows there is a prank steal.

Often a crime occurs initially not because there is an intention to commit a crime but because there is an opportunity.

Come to think of a point, too.

Since the routine of meditation using breathing methods in particular, the movement of Mumu increased fast and agile. Hearing and vision become sharper so that if Mumu is fit again take care, nothing escapes from the sight of his eyes.

Only sometimes do you pretend you don't know. Because this Mini Market is monitored by CCTV as well.

Mumu was picking things up in the back shed when she heard the sound of steps approaching her.

"Your mom, after the shift will you go straight home?" It was Risnaldi who came.

"Yes, Why, Nal? Is your sprained hand still not healed?" Mumu's eyes glanced towards Risnaldi's right hand.

"Oooo not because of this." Risnaldi clasped his hands and punched in the air. "My hands are healed, thanks to you, Mumu."

Kemaren Mumu once ordered the hand of Risnaldi who was sprained due to falling in the warehouse because it carried goods beyond its own strength.

"There are children of rich people who are sick with weak bones, not strong activity. Walking two three steps straight lemes. I heard that anyone who can treat her child will be rewarded. Only until last night no one was able to treat the child. How about we go there, Mumu? How know you made it, so we can get rewarded."

"In no interest. I can only massage due to sprains not bone disease. Even your news is far-fetched, Nal. If indeed his parents are rich why not bring his child to the Hospital or where it is."

"Nah.nah.ini ni.orang did not update the news, his parents had brought his son everywhere but did not recover as well, so the end of the rich man made a kind of competition." Risnaldi said in spirit.

"Hey...are you two what are you doing in that barn? Quickly bring the same rice sugar here. Stock is up." Suddenly a scream came from outside the warehouse.

"How, Mumu?" Whisper Risnaldi on the way.

Mumu shook her head, "No ah. Lazy!"

"Hmmm.Refuse your sustenance, Mumu." Grunts Risnaldi while walking away.

Mumu was not unwilling, she was also curious about what kind of rewards the rich man would give. But if he went to treat now, he was afraid that his heart was not sincere. Want to help for a reward. Therefore it is necessary to calm his heart and mind first.

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The sun has gone up. The soft light is great for skin health.

Selatpanjang city began to live with various community activities. Vehicles passing by but not as crowded as usual because school children are on long vacation after last night's report division.

In a yellow-and-white multi-storey house surrounded by a high fence made of stainless, in the family dining room, a man for decades was staring at the food presented on the table without enthusiasm.

"You should have breakfast, Dad. It will hurt" said Buk Maya as she looked at her husband.

"No taste, Buk." Mr. Samsur sighed heavily. "What is the disease of our children can not be treated yes, Buk, as the doctor said that the disease is a rare disease that has no cure."

Buk Maya holds her husband's hand gently, "There is no such thing as a disease for which there is no cure, Well. Our child's disease has not found a cure. It could be that among the many people who try to treat our children there is a match with the disease.

We can't give up hope, Dad. So you have to be excited."

Hearing the words of his wife who was full of enthusiasm made Mr. Samsur again have hope.

He started putting rice in his mouth.

There are still some healers and people who have the ability of treatment who come alternately. After they examined and saw the disease with their own eyes, they finally retreated one by one.

Until noon, no one came.

Mr. Samsur back moping durja.

He used to think money was everything. With money everything can be earned. So he worked very hard to make a lot of money.

Now he could enjoy the fruits of his labor all this time.

A luxurious home. A lot of vehicles. Eat whatever food he wants.

But since the disease of his favorite daughter has not been cured even though he has gone to treatment everywhere, only now he realized that money can not buy everything.

The recovery of his daughter does not depend on money but depends on fate and soul mate.

Many healers who came but were unable to treat his daughter's disease not because the healers were incompetent but their ability has not been matched by the disease suffered by his daughter.

That was the view of his wife but now Mr. Samsur began to believe as well.

It's one o'clock by noon now. No more people coming. Sighing once more, Mr. Samsur who was still sitting in the living room finally got up.

'Maybe today no one has come to treat my daughter' Mr. Samsur murmured sadly.

Just now Mr. Samsur was walking towards the room to rest suddenly a voice sounded, "Assalamu'alaikum.....!!!"