Love The Village Youth 2
Chapter 40

"You don't have to think about getting paid for all this" Rezi replied.

"Huh?" Zharin was shocked to hear Rezi's words.

"You don't have to think about all this cost. Right now you have to think about how your mother can recover quickly, ", Rezi said.

Zharin was just silent, she did not expect that there would be an angel helping her in this kind of predicament.

Despite that, Zharin still couldn't take Rezi's help for granted, she didn't want to owe anyone including Rezi anything.

"No way, I'll pay for all this. Anything I would do to pay for everything" Zharin said.

Rezi knitted his eyebrows together looking at the firmness of the woman now before him.

According to Rezi, Zharin is a unique woman in contrast to other women.

Usually women will take advantage of this condition to make money for him.

"You really are a different woman" Rezi murmured inwardly.

“Mhm, it's late afternoon I have to go home,” Rezi told Zharin.

He saw the watch in his hand already showing at 17:40.

“Alright, but you came back here again, ‘right? I want to take into account my debt to you,” said Zharin.

It seems that the girl is still determined to pay for the surgery and the cost of caring for her mother to Rezi even though she herself does not know what to pay for it.

While the salary of drying salted fish one day is only 30 thousand rupiah.

“I have to find another job so I can pay my debt to this man, I have to try harder so that I don't owe this man a favor,” Zharin murmured inwardly.

“Alright, I go first,” Rezi said without answering Zharin's question.

Rezi came out of Zharin's mother's ward and then walked home.

Three days passed, Ms. Zharin was allowed to go home because her condition had started to fit.

Zharin was still in the room, the sisters had cleaned the room, but they were still in the ward. Zharin was waiting for someone to come.

“Where is he? Why haven't you come?” zharin Mumbles.

“Rin, when do we go home? Why are you even so dumb?” mother Zharin asked confused.

The middle-aged woman was already impatient to return home, she was already tired of the room filled with the smell of medicine.

“Iya, Mom. But, I'm still waiting for Rezi's man, there's no way we just leave without thanking him,” Zharin said.

After Zharin waited for about an hour, the man came.

“You from anywhere?” tanya Zharin attacked Rezi with a question as she had just entered the ward.

Rezi took a long breath.

“I just came, you have invaded me with various questions,” complained Rezi.

“That's because we've been waiting for you for an hour,” Zharin said.

Rezi smiled at Zharin's reply.

The girl in front of him was always talking faintly, she was always acting as she was.

“Yes, sorry, I still have a job,” Rezi said apologizing to Rezi.

“Oh, so. Yes, give me your phone number so I can call you later,” said Zharin.

“For what?” ask Rezi wonder.

“So I can find you to pay all my debts to you, I don't want to owe a debt of gratitude to the person I just knew,” Zharin replied honestly.

“Come, I'll take you home,” Rezi said.

Rezi ignored Zharin's words. He also took a bag that was the age of Ms. Zharin's equipment.

Zharin wanted to protest but, she couldn't do anything because she herself still needed Rezi's help.

Inevitably they followed Rezi's step out of the hospital.

Rezi put the bag he had brought into the car.

Zharin is fascinated by Rezi's car, from which she realizes that Rezi is not just anyone.

"He must be a rich man" murmured Zharin who was now staring beside the car.

"Hey, let's go in!" bring Rezi.

Zharin's mother was astonished by Rezi's kind attitude towards them. They did not know the man who helped them.

"Hey, come!" Rezi.

Rezi flicked his finger in front of the girl's face.

"Eh, yes." Zharin helped her mother into Rezi's car.

After that, he sat down next to his mother.

"Hey, I'm not your driver, move on!" rezi's orders to Zharin.

"Huh? Sitting in front?" asked Zharin confused.

He felt bad sitting in front, because he never rode in a fancy car.

"Yes, sit in front." Rezi pulled Zharin's hand and asked the girl to sit on Pat's bench right next to him.

After making sure that Zharin and her mother were sitting safely in her car, Rezi started driving Zharin and her mother to their house.

Throughout the journey no one spoke, they were busy with their own thoughts.

An hour's drive they reached the coastal area. Rezi had never been to Zharin's house, so he followed the direction indicated by Zharin.

"The car can only get here" Zharin said.

"Where is the house?" rezi asked Zharin.

"That's, still in the song alley," replied Zharin.

"Come, stop by first, son," said Ms. Zharin offering Rezi to come to her house.

"Yes, Mom," said Rezi kindly.

They get out of the car, and Rezi helps Zharin carry a small bag of clothes to the hospital.

Before long they walked, they arrived at a small house made of planks.

"I'm sorry, son. Our house is ugly" said Ms. Zharin.

"Ah, it's okay, Mom." Rezi smile.

Rezi felt concerned as he looked at this life and that child, there was a sense of pity sneaking in his heart.

He did not expect, the girl whose appearance was always random had a very difficult life.

Without realizing it, tears welled up in his eyes. Rezi was still trying to hold back her tears so that Zharin and her mother did not realize that she was crying.

"Come on, come on in," Mother Zharin asked.

Zharin's mother rushed to pick up a mat that was behind the door.

"Sir Rezi sat down first, yes," Ms. Zharin said after putting the shabby mat on the floor.

Rezi smiled and sat on the mat.

"Rin, go get some tea and make some tea water for Nak Rezi." Zharin's mother told her daughter to go to the stall.

"Yes, Mom." Zharin was about to step up.

"Rin," call Rezi.

"You don't have to bother. I won't be long" Rezi told Zharin.

He did not want to trouble the mother and child.

"But" said Zharin.

"It's okay, maybe I should go first" Rezi said.

Rezi was afraid that his arrival at Zharin's house would trouble the mother and child.

"No, you don't go first. Tell me your cell phone number. I will continue to pay your used money for maternal care" Zharin said.

"All right, then." Rezi took the pen in his pocket.

He wrote down some numbers on the girl's hand.

"I'll wait for your arrival" Rezi said.

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