MARGI Well
Chapters. 28. Picking up Angga

“Are you the new kid in this village?” asked the mother was still clutching clothes that finished drying.

“Iya Bu.” Angga replied politely.

“Where is your house, what is your parents name, they both work where?” asked the mother again as she continued to look at Angga and occasionally looked towards the road.

“I live in a home Bu.” Angga replied.

“Mosok, you handsome nice cool like a gini artist kok orphanage, you are suitable to be his son rich man.” said the mother while continuing to observe the figure of Angga, he doesn't believe that Angga is a orphanage.

“True Ma'am, my son's home. Then let Ibu Sari pick me up here.” said Angga who now has an idea, he said, so that Ibu Sari picked her up besides she was afraid of the motorbike trailing also so that Mother believed that she was a home child.

Angga is then seen taking his hape to contact Ms. Sari. Ibu Sari who is busy in her work room, busy managing funds in order to meet all the needs of children and the operation of the home. Busy also think about the mental health needs of her panti child. Ibu Sari is contacting her relationship who can provide therapy for Marginah and Nesya so that the two children do not experience prolonged trauma.

While Angga who can not contact Ibu Sari looks not calm face.

“You lied yes... You are the son of a new coach in this village or who are you exactly?” mother asked with a smile because she thought Angga had been caught lying in front of her.

“Before Mom, call Ibu Sari is busy.” Angga replied then Angga tried to call Ibu Sari's phone number again, but still the same can not connect. Angga then called Pak Jemari's phone number. Mr. Jemari who was in the room was shocked to hear his hape ringing. Because rarely does the phone get a call.

“Who the hell, what Mak kangen his already until ubun ubun, is he there an inner bond with Marginah, feel that Marginah is getting a trial..” muttered Pak Jemari while taking his hape.

“Mas Angga, what's he do what you want me to eat satay again he.. he...” muttered Mr. Jemari then he pressed the receive button.

“Hallo Mas, would take me to eat satay what noodles boiled he... he..” said Mr. Jemari while chuckling.

“Pak, please go to the room Ibu Sari immediately I want to call Mother Sari I ask to be picked up.” said Angga loudly. Mr. Jemari to keep his hape from the ear because of the sound of Angga is very loud. But suddenly Mr. Jemari was shocked when he remembered Angga asked to be picked up.

“To be picked up means Mas Angga is in danger. What would be kidnapped yes he.” said Mr. Jemari, then he immediately ran to the room of Ms. Sari while shouting.

“Bu.. Ma'am.. Saris... Ms. Sari... Mas Angga is in danger.want to be kidnapped like Marginah and Nesya.” shouted Mr. Jemari. Marginah and Nesya who were studying in the library heard the cries of Mr. Jemari limping limping walking out of the library to see and hear the news from Mr. Jemari. Likewise, the orphanage children who sit in Primary School who have returned also rushed towards Mr. Jemari.

“Bu... Mas Angga danger, want to be kidnapped.” shouted Mr. Jemari with a breath that ngososan because his heartbeat is faster due to running and worry about Angga. Sari's mother panicked, she saw her hape, heard the word kidnapper from the mouth of Mr. Jemari, there was a thought of the kidnapper had brought the hape Angga and the kidnapper who would talk to Ms. Sari.

“Bu, it's Mas Angga want to call.” said Mr. Jemari back while staring at Mother Sari who was silent sculpting. Sari's mother then pressed the green button. And right that spoke was the voice of Angga he asked to be picked up in one of the houses before the rice field area from the direction of the school, meaning if from the direction of the home is after the rice field area.

“Pak Jemari, come with me later Mr. Jemari who brought Angga bike.” said Ibu Sari then he immediately took the motor key.

“Bu, later if I was kidnapped how.” muttered Mr. Jemari with a soft voice so as not to be heard by Marginah and Nesya.

Sari's mother then turned on her motorbike, Ibu Sari turned to look at Mr. Jemari who was still standing in front of her study. Ibu Sari nodded her head at Jemari as a code for Pak Jemari to immediately ride in the bonnet of his motorbike. But Mr. Jemari still stood still.

“Pak fast there follow Ibu Sari.” shouted Marginah who worried about the state of Angga. Mr. Jemari then walked lazily to the motorbike of Ibu Sari. After Mr. Jemari put his ass in the seat of the motorbike, Ibu Sari immediately run his motorbike at full speed to get to the location of Angga.

A few minutes later the motor had entered the courtyard of the house without the gate indicated by Angga. Angga was squatting next to his bike. After seeing Ibu Sari's motorbike, Angga immediately stood up and ran towards Ibu Sari's motorbike.

“Pak...” shouted Angga when he saw there was Pak Jemari in the bonds of Ibu Sari. The mother of the owner of the house, when she heard the sound of Angga screaming out of her house and also walked closer to Ibu Sari's motorbike.

“His father is black, his son is white clean.” said the mother of the house owner when she heard Angga calling Mr. Jemari mistook Mr. Jemari for his father Angga.

“I originally also white Mom, because it is often dried in the rice field so black.” said Mr. Jemari who heard the mother of the owner of the house mengomongi color of her skin.

“Where is the kidnapper Mas, is this Mom who wants to hold Mas Angga?” shouted Mr. Jemari while staring at the owner's mother. The mother of the owner of the house looks shocked by the words of Mr. Jemari, but just keep quiet because she wants to know the story of Angga. Now he believes that Angga is a orphanage because the mother already knows Ibu Sari as the Father Leader. But not sure if the person called Pak by Angga is the father of Angga.

“Thank you Mom, have given a ride to Angga.” said Ibu Sari to the Mother of the owner of the house. The mother replied with a shy smile.

“Nga how is the story?” ask Ibu Sari to Angga.

“So I was always followed by a suspicious motorbike Ma'am, the man wore a mask, kept me going to this page when I saw this Mother taking her clothes that were being sun dried.” Angga replied.

“Good decision to turn your bike to this home page. Yes, let's go home, the story continues at home.” said Ibu Sari then pamit to the mother of the owner of the house. Angga then piggybacking on Ibu Sari. On the way back to the orphanage both Ibu Sari and Angga think how to make children feel safe and comfortable leaving and going home from school.