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Azkia Malang's

Mona was in the hospital for four days. It's better. However, the bruises on his body and the marks of Bram's possession are still visible, though faint.

Mona can use her phone once in a while, that's just one goal, want to see if there's any communication from Ancient. Unfortunately Mona's hopes are dashed, not a single message or call. Just the last message from Purba on the day of the incident.

Maybe Purba felt Mona was at her mother's house, so there was no need to ask the news, of course Mona was fine because she was near her parents.

"Mom, I just want to go home" said Mona who is now sitting on the sofa, while eating apples peeled by Mrs Hartanto.

"Go home to your house? Later if Purba suddenly came home how? I'm sure it won't be a whole week."

"Go back to our house," said Mona, she lay her body back on the sofa, her hips still sore.

"Yes, I'll consult the doctor first, yes."

Mona nodded while closing her eyes. There was a clear grain dripping from the corner of the withered-looking eye. Eye bags due to many thoughts, uncomfortable sleep is so obvious on Mona's white skin.

Mrs Hartanto did not know the tears that melted on her daughter's cheeks, she was busy tidying up the rubbish from apple peelings.

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"Dad, why haven't we arrived yet?" tanya Azkia is sitting next to Gandi on a bus headed for Java - Jakarta.

"Not to be noisy, you just sit down," said Gandi to his son.

Gandhi did not know how tired a child would be if he was in a public place. Moreover, sitting for a long time, a child who is usually active in playing will certainly feel uncomfortable, the space is limited, let alone the weather is quite hot on the bus.

'Where should I go? Where's the address of the woman?' inner Gandi.

His head kept thinking who he was going to go to, there was no one in Jakarta.

'Ah, fuck. Why didn't I ask first?' gumam Gandhi is back.

Gandi then opens his phone, then contacts his gangmate to inquire about Retno.

"But remember! Don't look so intentional. Can you act a little?" gandi's orders.

"Good boss," said Gandi's men from across the phone.

Coincidentally there are Gandi's men who have a brother relationship with Retno. Gandi ordered his men to ask him where Retno's address was.

Surely Gandi's men have been trained to cheat, let alone just acting. Shortly thereafter there was an incoming message on Gandi's phone.

"Oh this? All right," said Gandi with a smile.

Gandi departed from his village at around 02:00 noon and it was already midnight.

In the terminal there is no public transportation to the address now held by Gandi, probably because it is already late at night.

"Well, Kia's hungry." The little boy besides looking tired, he also seemed like he was cold. Because I don't wear a jacket.

"In the meantime, look for the sales one" said Gandi as he continued to walk down the sidewalk outside the terminal area.

That is how if a father takes care of his child, there will still be shortages. Not as understanding as a pregnant mother, her inner bond is stronger.

The farther the atmosphere goes the more deserted and thought, Gandi will look for stalls far from the terminal because he understands, if the stalls in a crowded place will definitely stifle the price.

"What are you doing? I've used a flashlight, it's still invisible" Gandi snapped to Azkia.

Askia fell down several times not because she did not see the road, she shivered cold and limp.

Gandi does not understand his physical likened to the physical of a child who is still not even five years old.

Azkia was actually crying. However, not daring to make a sound, he remembered his mother, his twin brother, his grandmother and his aunt.

"Well, there's a stall. The streets!" Gandhi pulls Azkia's hand.

Azkia staggered after Gandi's steps. Azkia was getting a little excited because soon she would definitely get some food.

Already arrived at the roadside stall quite crowded visitors, who Gandi thought would be cheap. Because in the city of Jakarta prices are rarely found cheap, if this stall is crowded means friendly in the pocket.

"Mom. What's the matter?" ask Gandhi to the shop owner.

"Many Sir. There are boiled noodles, coffee, fried foods, rice and side dishes, there are also vegetables, fried chicken, eggs. You can see for yourself here," said the owner of the stall quite friendly. He showed me the food storefront.

"Copy by Mom. How many eggs are rice?" ask Gandi back.

"10,000" sahur the shop's mother.

'It's expensive, '" ketus Gandi.

"Here is included cheap sir. Elsewhere, the same rice egg can be 15 to 20,000."

"Buckoo! In the village only egg rice can be 6000 tuh, even there are 5000."

"In the same village in another city, sir. The cost of living is heavy in the city, "tuk one of the customers there.

"If rice is fried, how much is it?"

Gandi asked again, he did not respond to what the customer said.

"Well, if this can be 5000," said the shop owner.

"Yes, that's it."

The shop owner mother handed the rice wrapped in leaves and fried one seed on a plate, then handed it to Gandi.

"Udah, do not use a plate," said Gandi while taking rice and fried only, then handed over to Azkia.

The shop owner's mother was filled to see Azkia's disheveled face. Only fed fried rice is the same as one head of rice, which is often called nasi timbel.

The mother took warm tea water, then gave it to Azkia. However, before Azkia could drink it, Gandi sipped it first.

The mother of the owner of the head-scarf shop, wanted to know why Gandi arrived like that. Is it true that the child next to him is his biological child? But it doesn't seem to have the heart of a father at all.

While Gandi brought some fried foods, bread, cigarettes and coffee.

The shop mother asked Gandi the purpose of his destination to Jakarta. Why is a night like this coming?

Usually, if people who are clearly the destination or have been accustomed to Jakarta, will take into account the time to leave from home if they do not leave early in the morning. So that until Jakarta is still bright, can find an address or urgently can find lodging goods overnight.

"There's an inn here, ma'am?" ask Gandi.

Though the stall mother had previously asked Gandi's purpose, but was not answered, instead asked about the inn.

"There is, but you have to ride an ojek. You see, public transportation is no longer available at this time, at most later at 02 or 3.00 because they start attracting passengers who will go to the market.

Gani saw the watch in his hand at 12:30, soon after that, Gandi will wait at the stall only.

"Who wasn't given a jacket sir? Poor shivering," said the stall mother.

"Udah ordinary. He is an immune child" Gandi said without looking at Azkia.

However, the mother of the stall did not have the heart to see Azkia continue to shiver, even though the warm tea had run out, the rice and one fried was exhausted. The shop mother brought a cloth, although not a blanket and not so thick, but enough to wrap Azkia's cold body.

The mother stalls out of her stall in order to get close to Azkia.

"It's son. Wear this, it's enough to keep out the wind so your body doesn't get cold."

Gandi just glanced at his son, he did not refuse when the stall mother was kind to Azkia.

"If you want to sleep can be inside," said Bu stall on Azkia.

Azkia turned to Gandi as if her eyes were asking for permission. However, it seems that Gandi did not respond. Azkia shook her head at the shop mother's offer.

The mother of the stall and how many visitors there see each other. They feel compassion for a small child who is abandoned, even though beside him there are adults.

Seriate...

Yeeey ... already chapter 100 yes. And the readers are still hiding. Not in accordance with the authoritative view, quite decent.

Oh yes, for the winner of the give away pulse, author announces the end of the month yes, along with the same authoritative result from NT.

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