The Heart You Injured
Chapter 66. Three Hundred Thousand



"So, what is the need for Mr Bayu to come here?"

Sidiq, a sixty-year-old man, welcomed Bayu and Sonya at noon today. Sidiq knows who Bayu is. For him, Bayu is a generous man who used to often share basic food in his village. But he did not know why lately he never shared again. Sidiq recalled the last time Bayu gave away a bite three months ago with his wife.

Bayu and Sonya throw each other a glance and smile knots. Inwardly, they believed that Mr. Sidiq could help him.

"Pak Sidiq, the intention of my arrival and my mother here the first is for friendship. And the second, I want to ask for help to Mr. Sidiq," Bayu explained.

"MashaAllah .. I personally accept the arrival of Mr. Bayu and Ms. Sonya to visit. So, what can I do for Pak Bayu and Miss Sonya?" say Sidiq politely.

"Look sir, I happen to be having a special guest. Well, this guest will later help me in the disbursement of business capital. Therefore, I ask Mr. Sidiq's permission to run the scenario with me."

Sidiq's forehead was deeply wrinkled and her eyelids narrowed. He does not understand much about what Bayu said. "Running scenarios? What scenario, sir?"

Again, the lady just smiled. In his heart, he felt very nervous. Afraid that Sidiq would not allow it. But he remained confident, convinced that this man could be invited to work together.

"I asked permission to confess that the cracker factory that Mr. Sidiq owns is mine. Take it easy sir, it won't be long. Maybe just one day. Where the guest visited this place. After that I will make sure I will no longer ask for help like this."

"But, isn't that a lie sir? The fall will not be a blessing" said Sidiq wisely.

"Pak Sidiq ...," called Sonya who wanted to try to persuade Sidiq. "My son and I are really asking for help. Just admit in front of that special guest only sir and only once. I make sure after this it will not continue again. Please, sir. My son is trying to rise from his slump and only in such a way Bayu can get financial help to re-start his business" he continued.

Hearing Sonya's explanation made Sidiq think for a moment. He felt there would be no loss if only to help Bayu acknowledge his factory to be Bayu's. In the end Sidiq nodded his head.

"Alright Mr. Bayu, Miss Sonya, I will help you. Then, when will that special guest come here?"

Bayu and Sonya came back to face the net with a big smile. They feel they are on the verge of success.

"Later in the afternoon sir, my afternoon and that special guest will come here. The sooner the better. And afternoon is not the time for Pak Sidiq employees to produce? This will be a very good time" Bayu explained.

"Alright, later in the afternoon Mr. Bayu can come here again. I'll help Mr. Bayu and Miss Sonya as much as I can."

"Thank you very much Mr. Sidiq, thank you. May the efforts of Mr. Sidiq progress further because it has given help to me who is in this distress," said Sonya while giving the best prayer for Sidiq.

"Amijin!"

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"Finally Bay, our plan gets convenience from God. Is this a sign that your way back to being a rich man will be more open?"

After a visit to Sidiq's house, Sonya and Bayu return to their residence. On the terrace, they both unwind and talk about his future.

"That's definitely Mom. It turns out that it's true that Mom said that Dinda was an unlucky carrier. In fact now, once I have a plan to dispose of it, my fate will return to its original state. I will return to be a Bayu who has a treasure."

With a glaring gaze towards the jackfruit tree that grows in the yard of the house, Bayu expressed his opinion. The man was getting more determined to leave Dinda whom he felt he had no regard for at all. Even the love for his wife feels lost since he met Maya. The figure of a rich widow with a million charms.

"Hahahaha .. Now you admit that what you said is true right? Since long ago, I never approved of your relationship with Dinda, uh you even seemed to close your eyes," said Sonya with an echoing laughter.

"Yes, yeah, yeah, yeah, I trust you Bay. So, today I can meet the future daughter-in-law of the rich Mother?"

Bayu nodded his head steadily. "Of course, Mom. Of course Ibi can already meet Maya. You're ready, right?"

Suddenly Sonya's heart was overwhelmed by a half-dead nervousness. He was very afraid of not being able to bring himself when he met Maya who incidentally was a wealthy widow who would become his daughter-in-law.

"Oh, I'm so nervous like this Bay. What clothes should I wear to not disappoint?"

"Mom take it easy, no need to be nervous. The more we show a clear face because it is not appreciated by Dinda, then Maya will increase sympathy. That way, our path will be smoother," explained Bayu.

"really? Then, I'll show you a pretty face."

Bayu and Sonya's chat was interrupted when the ringing of Bayu's cellphone voice rang loudly. He rogoh his pants pocket and on the screen of the phone is listed Dinda.

"Who's Bay?"

"Dinda, Mom!"

"The hubby? Let's get the hunt lifted. It's already the beginning of the month. Maybe Dinda would like to let you know that she's already transferred money."

Bayu nodded slowly. Spring, he shifted the green color icon on the screen.

"Hallo!"

"Hallo Mas, how are you and Mom? Healthy right?"

"Yes Din, Mom and I are healthy. What's up Din? Do you want to let me know if you've transferred your salary?"

"Yes, I've transferred my salary for you and my mother. Check it out later, Mas."

"Well, whoa, whoa, that's good Din. I'm glad you didn't forget your promise to send Mom money. By the way how much did you send to Mom? Many right? I mean, I mean all your pay, right?"

"Later on your own check, ma'am. InshaAllah is enough to be used as savings. Then Dinda goes back to work, Mom. Mom and baby take care of their health. Assalamualaikum."

"Glamma!"

"Bay, check your M-banking. I want to see how much Dinda sent us. Is there a lot of salary in Jakarta? Or the same as here!" sonya was impatient.

Bayu complies with the mother's request. He opened the M-banking application on the phone and saw there money coming in from Dinda.

"What the fuck? Why were only three hundred thousand sent by Dinda? Absolutely outrageous!"

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