The Autumn In Heart
Part 2

After bringing the girls who met me on the street, I took them to my boarding house. They were starving and eating very well. After eating they rest. I let them rest and I play on my phone. After the mother woke up, I asked her name.

"My son's name is Weni, deck."

"I'm the Goddess of buk."

"Sir, thank you for your help. I promise I'll repay your kindness deck."

I paused for a moment to hear his words, and returned with a smile. "Oh, do you want to work as a meat cutter at the diner?"

"Where's the deck?"

"Near the buk from here, only 300 meters walk also nyampe. My boss was looking for someone special to cut and clean fish and meat."

"Yes deck, I want my deck to work anything that is important halal."

"I called my boss first, hopefully I can't find a worker."

I took my phone and called my boss. Thank God, my heart is very happy to hear the boss immediately told the mother to work tomorrow.

"Oh, can you just go to work tomorrow?"

"Yes deck, I want. I want deck." The expression on his face looks amazingly happy. He kept saying thank you to me.

"But... Mother's child is not papa if left here alone?"

"No papa deck, he's a brave boy. He's not a crybaby, he's gonna want a koq."

"Tomorrow the mother moved next door, I will pay first the boarding money. And I will also lend money to my mother as long as she has not received a salary, although not much I hope can be useful."

"Oh Allah, how kind you are, thank you very much, deck." the mother cried and continued to praise the Lord.

The next day, I paid the hostel and gave the mother 1 million in my salary. I could have told them to stay at my boarding house, but I had to stay alert to people I just met. Don't get it later, I'm helping the wrong people, because I'm also a kara in this town. But I think my help is enough for them to survive before they receive a paycheck.

With this I am happy to help others and calm down because the mother already has a job. Her son Weni is now recovering from her illness.

Weni's mother sent Weni to a nearby school to be reached on foot. Bicycles and other items they could not buy. With a salary of 1,500,000 Weni mothers try as frugally as possible and also try to set aside a little.

Almost every day Weni's mother delivers food for me leftovers from the restaurant. Although the restaurant closed at 11 pm, Weni's mother can go home if her job is finished and come back again if there is fish or meat that must be cut and cleaned.

That's how my daily routine is now with my new neighbor Weni and her mother. Weni, who is 9 years old, also understands that she must take care of herself when left alone, she is only in the room and tightly locks the door of her boarding room. Weni wouldn't open the door if it wasn't for me and her mother to knock or call.

They can be more frugal because his mother often comes home to bring food that is ripe from where he works.

I who was too tired to work also rarely visited to see Weni and her mother. As well as those who understand my work, they are also reluctant to disturb my sleep. Only if they deliver food will they knock on my room. In addition, we are busy with our own routines.

At 00:00 in the morning it was very cold to stab a bone. My eyes are still heavy to be literate tonight. So I drove in a drowsiness and sticky eyes. Maybe the effect of waking up every night is starting to feel. My heavy sleepy eyes keep my eyes watering and,

Braaakkckk.

I can't remember what happened after that. I definitely felt pain in my knees and pain all over my body. When I woke up I was in a room the same size as my hostel.

When I wanted to move something stuck to the back of my left hand, the infusion. I try to remember the last incident. I finally remembered the incident vaguely in my memory.

Aaakkkkhhh !!!

I screamed because my entire extremely stiff body was full of bruises.

"Hey, don't move!" shouted a man who suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Who are you?" ask me carefully.

"I'm sorry I hit you last night, I'll take responsibility. I hope you won't sue me." she said with worry and regret.

"okay, okay. Where am I now?"

"you're in my contract, in the way of the Roses."

Rose street? wow, it's a long way from where I live. Now to move around it hurts so much, how can I go home?

"Your motor is still being repaired, your motorbike is badly damaged. It took a few days to fix it overall."

Die me!

The bike is still in installments not to mention half a year. I started to grow furious at it, so I sat back with great difficulty.

"if my bike doesn't come back perfect and you don't treat me until it heals, I'll sue you!" I said out loud.

The guy looks nervous but I don't want to see his face. Looking at his behavior it seemed like he was an irresponsible and unreliable person.

Shortly after, a woman who turns out to be a nurse comes in carrying drugs with a tote bag.

"Excuse me, I'm in."

I'm silent a thousand languages, I won't give the man a chance to see my smile because I don't want to be underestimated.

The nurse was also young, the three of us were probably the same age. The nurse injected the hose with medicine from a small bottle.

"Sorry, what medicine did you inject?" I stared at the nurse very sharply.

"It's a pain reliever, I just inject it so there's no need to swallow the medicine."

"really?"

The nurse was finished and went home with a tote bag containing medicine.

"You hungry? I have food."

"Yes, I'm hungry." I said without seeing his face.

The man brought a box of food that seemed to have been bought by him as many as 5 boxes. I was surprised to see him buy that much food.

"So, how many people live in this rented?"

"It's just me, just eat. Talk later."

"Don't lie to you, how could you possibly buy that much boxed rice for yourself?" I said cynically.

"I do eat a lot, so my body contains this. I eat 3 boxes of rice usually?"

I almost choked on hearing his confession of being able to eat 3 rice boxes at once.

"What?! if one meal you can spend 3 boxes of rice multiplied by 3 there are 9 boxes that you spend. Does that make sense?"

"What makes you think it doesn't make sense?" now he looks surprised at my question.

"What do you do to eat 9 boxes of rice a day? if my salary is one month 1,500,000 then it's up just to buy boxed rice." I said still cynical to him.

"What do you need to know I do?"

now he seems more sensitive to my attitude.

"No, I don't care. I just want my bike back to how it was, you treat all my wounds to heal, pay my motorcycle installments, pay me back, and change my paychecks during my illness because I don't know if I'll be fired from my job because of an accident you caused."

"That's all?"

"Yes, that's enough."

The man exited the room for a while and returned with a thick brown envelope.

"This is your money, once you've recovered and can go home the problems between us are over."

"okay."

He went out of the room and soon I heard him snoring. How good is he sleeping? while I still felt my body stiff and excruciating pain.

I opened the brown envelope he gave me earlier, it was very thick. I'm trying to count 30 million! My feet and hands are shaking.