
Ibu Sari and Angga then entered the mini market, Angga still pushing the shopping cart. Ibu Sari took a box of baby milk and put in a push basket, Angga took the same milk box Ibu Sari took but Angga took more. So on what Ibu Sari took and put in the basket, Angga added again.
“Nga Mommy shopping money is not much, why do you take goods in large quantities?” Ibu Sari asked in a worried tone, she was worried if the money to pay was less.
“Mother Sari does not have to worry about it already Angga said later Angga pay.” Angga replied while continuing to push the shopping cart.
“Are your parents not angry? They have always transferred funds for the operation of the orphanage, why are you still paying for Mother's shopping. As long as you are here, your Papi also adds transfer money for Mother.” said Ibu Sari still with a worried voice.
“It's okay Mom, Papi and Oma won't be angry if Angga's money is used for good. If for coin shopping to play games if it runs out a lot, Angga will be scolded by Oma he.he..” said Angga who remembered shopping for coins to play games until millions and finally scolded by Oma. They continued to walk to the cashier because it was felt enough groceries. One push basket full of groceries needs baby sister. Ms. Sari stood in front of the cashier with her heart pounding, while Angga then went to the closet containing cold drinks. He took in large quantities. Next, take it to the cashier's desk.
“Mbak this comes first yes.” said Angga and cashier understand what Angga meant. Then the cashier took all the bottles of cold drinks and immediately processed at the payment. Then Angga called his friend who was still sitting in the car. Some of his friends came down and ran towards the place of Angga. Then Angga gave a bottle of drinks that had been placed in two large plastic bags by the Cashier Mother.
“Thank you Bu.” said Angga's friend after receiving one large plastic bag containing a bottle of cold drink bottle.
“That person bought it.” replied Ibu Sari.
“Thanks yes Nga, you know we are thirsty.” said his friend Angga while smiling at Angga then he ran again to the car and distributed the drink to others. Not long after that the payment of groceries at the cashier was completed. Ibu Sari called some children to help bring the purchased groceries.
“Let those who bring Nga.” said Ibu Sari when Angga will bring groceries.
“It's okay Mom, all the way to the car.” replied Angga who still brought some groceries.
“Mother Sari shopping a lot huh Ma? Thanks for the drink yes Mom, really nyessss cold Mom..” said Marginah when Ibu Sari had entered the car and started the engine.
“So I mean I buy not that much, but earlier that pay Angga, cold drink was also Angga who bought it.” said Ibu Sari then started running his car leaving the location of the mini market.
“Ooo who paid the small boss.” said Marginah and Nesya together.
“Enak yes if you have a lot of money, want what is the life of a squeeze pen stick. “ Marginah murmur.
“You tomorrow can also be so diligent as long as you continue to learn to work right, he said you want to be a doctor tomorrow if your mind can be realized your money is also a lot.” said Ibu Sari while continuing to drive her car.
“He... If you become a doctor later if you have been appointed as a civil servant or a private hospital employee will get a Marginah salary, you can continue to practice at home when you are not in the hospital, that you can use to help your family and the surrounding community if you want and intend to make a charity, you can free it. “ said Ibu Sari.
“Oooo is so Bu.” said Marginah while nodding her head.
The car continued to drive and not long after that the car entered the courtyard of the parlour. And then Ibu Sari parked her car.
“I want to see baby sister.” said Nesya while getting out of the car, because you want to see more clearly baby sister. This morning they were not very clear and also hunted for school.
“Later if it is clean and change clothes Nes. Now wash your hands and eat first.” said Ibu Sari while getting out of the car as well. When getting out of the car, Ibu Sari's eyes were fixed on the parking lot of the motorcycle alley was still empty.
“What Budi still looking for the mother of the baby.” mumbled Mother Sari then brought some groceries and assisted by some children.
Meanwhile somewhere else. Mas Budi after arriving at the base of the ojek near the Mekar store he asked some base motorcycle taxi drivers what is familiar with the ojek that brings women in the morning. The base motorcycle driver no one knows.
“Application object may be Mas, or base ojek in city terminal.” replied one of them.
“Look at the CCTV Mekar store, Mas later until you can see the taxi driver and his woman.” said the application ojek operator who joined there. They are the taxi drivers often hang out near the Mekar shop. Some villagers, especially the elderly, prefer to use ojek instead of applications because they do not have a smart phone.
Mas Budi then walked to the Mekar store he asked for help to be allowed to see the CCTV belonging to the Mekar store which can record events outside the Mekar store. Mas Budi conveyed his intention to find parents who throw babies. Maybe because Mas Budi experienced himself being dumped by the parents, then he was enthusiastic in finding the woman. Mas Budi was allowed to see CCTV footage, Mas Budi then photographed the woman's face although it was a bit blurry because it was far away and also recorded the motorcycle number of the motorcycle taxi driver. After saying thank you, Mas Budi then drove his motorbike to the city terminal. He'll find the motorcycle that brought the woman.
Arriving at the city terminal, Mas Budi looking for a place where motorcycle taxi drivers. But he didn't find the motorcycle he was looking for.
“Where are you going, want ngojek?” asked one of the taxi drivers to Mas Budi who saw Mas Budi walking while his face was looking for him. The Mas Budi motorbike is already parked in the terminal parking lot.
“Sorry sir, know the motorcycle taxi driver who uses this motor with this police number.” asked Mas Budi.
“Ooo know Mas is my friend but already ri” replied the taxi driver.
“What's up to Mas? Use our ojek we are the same.” said another motorcycle taxi driver.