The Heart You Injured
Chapter 23. Consciously Deceived

"I'm leaving first Din!"

"Yes, be careful. May you always be in the mercy of Allah."

Dinda grabbed Bayu's hand and then he kissed the back of her husband's hand intensely. In his heart, he made a plea to the Supreme Grasper of life, may the husband be given ease in living his days.

Bayu smiled thinly while rubbing Dinda's head. "Amijin ... Thanks for your prayers, Din."

Bayu swung his legs. Walk to the front yard where a motorcycle is ready for use in search of sustenance. Ten minutes the motor was heated, now it was time for Bayu to leave. Slowly, the motor driven by the husband moved and his shadow disappeared from Dinda's eyes.

Dinda smiled meaningfully. For one month, the husband has been working as an online motorcycle taxi driver. She is very grateful because the results of the husband from being an online motorcycle taxi driver, have been very good to be able to meet the needs of everyday life. Make sure the smoke in the kitchen remains steaming and a little can be set aside to save. Dinda felt, this time her life was much more blessed than before.

A little sustenance does not necessarily make a lack and a lot of sustenance is not necessarily able to fulfill all desires. Such is the concept of blessing in sustenance believed by Dinda. Little or much, the most important thing can meet the needs of each day and there are advantages to be used as savings.

"Din, how's your job application going? Has one company or place called you for an interview?"

Dinda could only comment on the thin smile on her lips. He rested his butt on a long chair made of bamboo, which was on the veranda.

"No, ma'am, I haven't had an interview call at all from the factory or the company I'm sending you to."

"Can we do Din? Though the values in your diploma are good, but why does it feel so hard for you to get a job?"

Sonya was not finished thinking. The value of the subjects in the diploma of the son-in-law is almost perfect, even just two years ago he graduated from school. This son-in-law should have been easy to get a job, but it felt really hard.

"Perhaps because of his many rivals that of scholars ma'am. Currently many companies or factories are looking for graduate degrees, not high school graduates like me," explained Dinda in accordance with his perception.

"Aduhhhh .. If it is like that, how can you get rich quick Din? If you only rely on Bayu salary, you will certainly never have a lot of savings money. And you can be sure your lives will continue to suffer this seprti."

Sonya rubbed her face a little frustrated. Circumstances of deprivation, poverty, and even can not exist to blend in among socialites seem to be a scourge of its own for the middle-aged woman. He seemed unable to live destitute at the age that was approaching old age.

Dinda smiled thinly. Although it feels a little anxious with the behavior of the mother-in-law who does not want to live a simple life, but he tries to stay calm face it. Trying to quell all the worries Sonya felt.

"Mom doesn't have to worry. That sustenance is already in place to set Ma'am. We just have to ask that we are always given blessings in life. No need to chase the rich. But it's a blessing."

"Cckkkkk .. You can talk at times like this. This is not Din's talk time. But the time to work to collect wealth, mumpung Mother is still alive in the world," said Sonya while clucking annoyed.

"Mother just relax. We pray a lot and ask God to make our lives better than ever, Mom."

Sonya, who was standing at the door, slowly stepped her feet toward Dinda. The middle-aged woman sat beside Dinda. "Try you apply at the restaurant or become a housekeeper only Din. It feels like you can be more easily accepted to work there than in a factory or company."

For a moment, Dinda thought about what the in-laws were saying. He could only nod slowly to trim the words that seemed so impressed so excited to ask him to work.

"Good Mom. I'll try to put the proposal in the diner."

"Well so. Right now you don't need prestige to work into anything. As long as it makes a lot of money and it can make us richer, just do it" Sonya said.

"Yes Mom, yes. I'll try to put in a proposal at the diner."

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A gust of wind hit the face of the man who was sitting under the waru tree while looking at the sheets of money in his wallet. Carefully, he calculated the payment instrument with an unreadable facial expression. Either he was happy or vice versa.

"Haahhh .. today the order is quiet. Food, ride, express, all quiet. Since this morning there have been three orders that entered? Not lucky but even this lucky."

Bayu monologue softly while throwing his breath rough. He opened the green jacket that he wore which immediately felt fresher and no longer sultry. Sometimes he rolled his gaze around, looking at the vehicle in front of his eyes.

Bayu took the phone from inside his pants pocket. He opened the WhatsApp application to spy on one of the contact names he saved. Again, the man could only shake his hair.

"Where is Sony going? I chatted from two days ago but keep checking. Usually he will give me the capital I entrusted to play online gambling. But why has he not seen his nose for almost a week?"

Bayu's eyes were a little glaring. He was reminded of the five million given by Sony. Still very far from the capital he gave to play online gambling which amounted to twenty million. The man was still drifting in his own mind thinking about Sony's whereabouts. But soon his eyes were wide and perfectly rounded when he realized one thing.

"Don't Sony trick me? He went to bring the money I gave him for the gambling capital?"

Bayu got up from his sitting position. He re-wears the online motorcycle jacket that he carries and then goes to his motorcycle. In a hurry, the man pulled the gas lever and at full speed towards the Sony residence which was only five hundred meters away from where he was unwinded.

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