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61. MY ACTION PLAN

I'm the closest person to Mimbo. So I was the one who most clearly saw the black mark around Mimbo's right ear. Is it possible that Mimbo is Bu Yanti's missing child? I don't know, nobody knows. Mimbo is the son of Mr. Thugs. And Mr. Thugs is not Bu Yanti's husband.

Pak Thugs lives in Bandung, while Bu Yanti in Garut. So there's a slim possibility that Mimbo is Bu Yanti's son who went missing a few years ago. The black mark around Mimbo's right ear may just be a coincidence.

"After the mimbo went missing, did you report to the police?" I'm trying to investigate.

"of course. Mother reports to the police, mother also tries to trace from village to village, ask here and there, who knows if anyone saw or found the baby mother." Bu Yanti was so enthusiastic about telling stories.

"But baby, there's never been any news of a mother's baby. Finally the mother and husband tried to mengikhlaskan mother. Even though we've been waiting for this moment." Bu Yanti kept telling me.

"But when mom saw Mimbo, the mother's heart said that Mimbo was the mother's baby that was missing first." Bu Yanti looked at Mimbo.

"Mimbo's Father Mr. Thugs, Mom. But Mimbo's mother doesn't know who. You never told me about mom." Mimbo speaks, to convince Bu Yanti that she is not Bu Yanti's son who used to be missing.

"Yes, we pray yes, hopefully Bu Yanti's son can be found the day after tomorrow." The words of the headmaster's mother slightly eased Bu Yanti's emotions.

"Yes, Mom. Thanks though. Keep praying, Mom. I can't forget until now." Bu Yanti said, her hands wiping the corners of her wet eyes. I took a long breath. I can feel a little how much suffering Bu Yanti has.

"Yes, we will continue to pray. Now, while waiting for the lost baby to come home, I just focus on the little one. Pity the little one if the mother is sad." The headmaster's mother rubbed Bu Yanti's shoulder.

"Oh now Bu Yanti also has a little one, how many years, Mom? It's like if there's a child in the house." Ms. Min again found the topic that was expected not to make her sad. Successfully, this time Bu Yanti smiled.

"One year, Mom."

"Alhamdulillah. May it be healthy and everything." All guarantee do'a Bu Min.

Suddenly, there was a strange idea in my head.

"Mom. Can Wil ask for help? I looked at Bu Yanti, expectantly.

"Well, it's upside down now. That's the mother who asked Nak Wildan, now suddenly Nak Wildan asked mother for help. What's up, son?" Ms. Yanti smiled slightly in response to my question.

"This, Ma. But I'm sorry Wil, ma'am."

"Yes, Son. What's up?"

"It's..." I hesitated to convey the idea in my head.

"Okay, Wil. You said it later. Everyone is waiting for it. Try whispering to me first. Let me tell everyone later." Randi protest. I'll be quiet for a second. I see that everyone is waiting for my words to continue.

"This.., if I may, Wil would borrow Yanti's mother's child."

"Huh?" Randi yelling. I can assure you, not just Randi, everyone present was shocked to hear my words. Bu Yanti's eyes widened to hear my strange idea.

"Don't be crazy, Wil. What do you mean you borrowed Bu Yanti's son? The child of Bu Yanti goods, can be borrowed everything?" Randi's protests are getting more intense.

"I'm sorry to everyone, especially Ms. Yanti. So the problem is this..." I then told him a glimpse of Mr. Nana's condition. I also told you that Mr. Nana is now on doctor's medication. Last I told you about the reason I borrowed a baby, as part of my effort to recover Mr. Nana's memory.

Everyone focused on my explanation. Mother Yanti's eyes are glazed. He said,

"Mom could feel the bitterness that Mr. Nana felt. Because you also feel how painful it is to lose something that means so much in your life." Mother Yanti's eyes looked back at Mimbo.

"Hopefully one day mom has proof that you're mom's son." Bu Yanti muttered as if talking to herself.

"Will. Mother's son can you borrow." The words of Bu Yanti stupefied everyone.

"Mom sure you're allowing?" Randi. There was a worry on Randi's face.

"Yes, I'm sure. May this be the way for Mr. Nana's recovery. And his blessing may Allah make it easy for the mother to find the mother's child."

"When will this work begin?" Ma'am Yanti asked me.

"Yes already. Sharelock is yes. Later mom comes to usher husband mother. Later I'll ask for your HP number from the principal's mother, mother will WA you."

"Okay, thanks mom."

"Mother also God willing will be present, watching your efforts to heal Father Nana." The principal's mother was enthusiastic as well to participate in my action plan.

"Yes, Mom. Wil sharelock will, too, Mom."

"Yes, I'll miss you yeah, save mom's number."

We finally decided to go home. It feels a little funny. We came here to look for information on the list of schools. Our discussion continues to the problem of trying to cure Mr. Nana. Something unexpected before. And that something is to be grateful for. There are a lot of good people around us.

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In the afternoon after the asar, we all gathered in the yard to see the action plan I had planned. Who attended quite a lot, Mak Asih, Mr. Samsudin, Mang Jana, the children of the sun, me, Randi, my teacher's mother, the principal's mother, Bu Yanti and her husband and children, respectively, also the brothers of the guidance counselor from Bandung who have arrived here after the dzuhur earlier.

Grandma we told you to take Mr. Nana to our yard.

I'm a little restless. Not because I was not sure that this plan worked, but because I doubt whether my grandmother succeeded or not to persuade Mr. Nana to visit my house. Usually Mr. Nana came here of his own volition, not because he was told or brought by his grandmother.

Randi I asked to guard at the gate, monitoring from a distance the arrival of grandmother and Mr. Nana.

I myself stood near the saung, accompanying Mak Asih and Bu Yanti who carried her child.

I focused on looking at Randi. Soon I saw Randi giving a thumbs up. It was a sign that Grandma and Mr. Nana were walking towards the gate.

"Come on Mak, get ready. Carrying the baby." Mak carried his son Bu Yanti. Because Bu Yanti's son doesn't know Mak yet, he cries. Pretty loud crying. Mak kept holding, Mak then sat in the saung while holding Bu Yanti's child. Mr. Nana who just reached the gate, was immediately surprised to hear the cries of the son of Bu Yanti. Mr. Nana half ran towards the saung. But Mr. Nana's steps stopped because he saw a crying baby held by Mak. Bu Yanti's son was still crying, Mak stood up and walked slowly to the porch. Mak accidentally walked past Mr. Nana. Mak's hand holds the plane box. Just when Mak was very close to Mr. Nana, the plane box deliberately Mak stored on the stomach of Bu Yanti's son who was carrying Mak. Mr. Nana just pecked, Mr. Nana's eyes focused on Bu Yanti's son and the plane box that was on his stomach. Mak continued walking, Mr. Nana followed Mak from behind. Arriving at the terrace, Mak turned to Mr. Nana, then smiled. After that Mak entered the house, the door closed. Seeing the door close, Mr. Nana started sobbing. Mr. Nana waved his hands while shouting moaning sentences that we did not understand. The cry of Mr. Nana grew louder, the sound of his crying was so heartbreaking.

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Thank you for coming to this episode. The story is still connected.

O yes, this time we see also yuk, a good novel by my author friend:

The Past of the President (21+)

Ameera was worried about her condition, what did an Ameera with the status she held received the love expressed by Richard just now?

"Ameera baby, why shut up? my heart churned wanting to hear an answer from you, say it! whatever it is I'm ready to take it."

"Rich, I-I am also sa-sama .. but."

"Ameera, no tapi, that's enough, I understand, I see your gaze there's love for me there."

"Richard ...."

"Ssssssssst. .. I have understood, we are one heart together have a sense of each other." Richard approached Ameera who was sitting opposite him on the living room sofa of the Jasmine Villa of the Haji Marzuki family.

Richard grabbed both of Ameera's soft white hands and kissed her, Ameera felt embarrassed pulling her slowly.

"I'm sorry Ameera, I can't express words and words like anyone else, nor am I romantic? express love at any time during working hours and also a place that is not specially designed, I do not take you to a more romantic place. But it doesn't diminish the taste I gave you I love you Ameera!"

Ameera nodded steadily.

Ameera's nods exceeded the thousands of words and poems that were so meaningful to Richard, understanding his heart was paramount, Ameera had received it with just one nod of her head and a smile that captivated Richard, who was very charming, can beat a million other words of acceptance.