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67. NO MORE HATRED

"I'm sorry, Pa." My ego no longer survives. I truly apologize with all my heart.

"I'm sorry for what, De? Now my father is very grateful. If the children stayed with the father, they would not be what you see now. The father who should have apologized. People as good as you should be welcome with a sweet face, not with a fierce face like yesterday-yesterday. I'm sorry, De." In the end, we forgive each other.

"Then, about the man who kidnapped Mimbo, do you remember his house?" Randi again reminded, the problem of Mimbo is still not finished.

"still. His house is often passed by him if you go home to the parents' house."

"Where, Wil? We call Bu Yanti first or directly to the kidnapper's father's house to make sure Mimbo is Bu Yanti's son or not?" I thought for a moment.

"We'll call Bu Yanti first, Ran. A moment." I took my HP. I'll call Ms. Yanti. I told you a glimpse of Mr. Thugs, and said that Mr. Thugs is now in my house. Ms. Yanti said she wanted to meet directly with Mr. Thugs. He asked us to wait.

"Wil, are we going to Cirebon bada asar?" Suddenly Ms. Min appeared from behind the door.

"Yes, Mom. So Inshaa Allah."

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Yes, Mom." I briefly entered the living room, then saw the clock attached to the wall of the living room, the time has shown at 14:00. I went back to the porch.

"While waiting for Bu Yanti to come, you enter first yuk. Eat first. We happened to have eaten all of them, but our father kept us in the dining room."

"Don't, De. Don't bother." The thugs refused. But me and Randi are forcing, sorry about it. It's past lunchtime, we're afraid Mr. Thugs hasn't eaten yet. Finally Mr. Thugs wants us to invite into the house to eat first.

Not even the Thugs finished eating, the children were crowded into the house. The lesson given by Grandfather is over. Mimbo sat in the dining room chair, accompanying Mr. Thugs. Mimbo even got some water for the Thugs.

After Mr. Thugs finished eating, the sun kids forced Mr. Thugs to look at their bedroom. Mr. Thugs obey the wishes of the children. Mr. Thugs looked at the children's bedrooms one after another.

"Thank you for everything, De." Said Mr. Thug when he came out of the last room.

"It's the same, sir. Pray for us, sir." The thug smiled, he nodded. Soon after, a greeting came from the terrace of the house. That's Bu Yanti's voice.

"Come, Sir. That's Bu Yanti's voice. A mother is most likely Mimbo's mother." I'm taking Mr. Thugs to see Ms. Yanti.

"Let's go in, ma'am." Bu Yanti came alone, her husband said at home looking after the Little One.

We talked in the living room. Bu Yanti looks so excited.

"Wants mom now, Wil. I've been wanting to be certain that Mimbo's mother's son."

"We are bada Asar will go to Cirebon again, Mom.Well, what if Mom and Mr. Thugs come along, then we will stop by the kidnapper's father's house first."

"O is. Sure, Wil. Mother same husband mother yes. Let's get home easy."

"Yes, Mom. Can."

"But Wil wants to ask you a minute, ma'am. Mother's house exactly entered which district? You see, the temporary info, he said the house of the kidnapped baby in Banyuresmi."

"If you look at the location, people would say mother's house in Banyuresmi. Banyuresmi and Leuwi Goong. And the mother's house goes to Leuwi Goong sub-district." It was obviously Bu Yanti.

Although the location of Bu Yanti's house is not in accordance with the temporary information we received, we still have high hopes that Mimbo is the son of Bu Yanti.

***

Bada Asar, we are ready to return to Cirebon. Grandma and Mr. Nana are also there.

We're goin. Si Putih, Bu Yanti's car and Bu Min's car drove in tandem. While the car that brought Kak Agung and his friends, had left first to Bandung.

Because Mr. Thugs was in Bu Yanti's car, Bu Yanti's car acted as a guide. We passed the Thunder Terminal. Soon, Bu Yanti's car stopped, right in the yard of a house. Si Putih and Bu Min's car came to a stop, but because of the yard of the small house, Bu Min and Si Putih's car we parked on the side of the road. Only Ms. Yanti, Mr. Thugs and I came down and knocked on the door of the house appointed by Mr. Thugs.

Someone opened the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am." Mr. Thugs said his regards. The mother immediately recognized the Thug. He answered the greetings. Then let us go in and sit in the living room.

"How are you, ma'am?" The thug opened the conversation.

"Good, Pa. Thank goodness I am healthy. But my husband is sick."

"What pain, Mom? Being treated here or in the hospital?"

"Symptoms of stroke, Pa. has been six months, but has not been cured. Just treat here. You are inside." Mother explained.

"May you be healthy again, ma'am."

"Aamiinu. Thanks."

"I'll make you a drink, yeah." The mother stood up and made us a drink. Mr. Thugs forbid, he then explained the purpose of our arrival. Mr. Thugs said that we won't be here long.

"Then, please meet my husband. You're in the room, come on, Pa, Mom." The mother asked us to go straight to the kidnapper's father. Me and Mr. Thugs walked towards the room that the mother showed, Ms. Yanti just sat waiting in the living room. Maybe Bu Yanti felt unethical about having to go into the kidnapper's room.

When he arrived in front of the kidnapper, his heart immediately felt pity. The kidnapper I saw was very different from the typical kidnapper I caught from the story of Mr. Thugs. Yesterday Mr. Thugs said the kidnapper's father was grumpy, rude, to slap his wife all. Now the kidnapper's father looked weak, part of the right body could not be moved properly, still to be helped by his wife. The speech is also unclear.

"It's been taken to the doctor, hasn't it, Mom?" I ventured to ask. The kidnapper looked at me. The kidnapper also looked at the Thug.

"Oh, but only twice in six months. The doctor's message, should be every month routine check, so that the drug is also sustainable." Unexplained, I understand why the kidnapper's wife was only able to take the kidnapper twice to the doctor in six months.

"Shortly, Mom. I want to talk first." I'm taking the kidnapper's wife back to the living room.

After we were in the living room, I asked, I asked,

"Typically how much does it cost you to visit a doctor once, Mom? The mother looked at me softly. Then he answered,

"Five hundred and fifty thousand, De. Five hundred thousand for the medicine you have to take for one month, and fifty thousand for the cost we rent the freight from home to the hospital PP." The mother explained with a slightly lowered face.

I then asked the mother to take the kidnapper to the doctor tomorrow. I gave money for one visit to the doctor, and a little for the mother to hold. The mother almost kissed her hand as a joy, thankfully I pulled my hand.

"Yes, thank God, De."

"Come, De. I want to tell you about this happy news." The mother rushed to her husband's room. I asked Bu Yanti to come see the kidnapper sir.

"Sir, tomorrow we go to the doctor, Pa. I gave you money to take your medicine." A little screaming the mother told her husband. The kidnapper turned to his wife. The look on the kidnapper's face suddenly changed, as Bu Yanti and I appeared at the bedroom door.