THE OWNER OF THE HEART ROOM
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"Who did you meet, Mas?" asked Nawang after glimpsed to the back of the Star appears to sleep-sleeping chicken.

"Temen." replied Richard casually.

"Where might you meet on the side of the road." refuted Nawang upset because he felt Richard was lying.

"The name met accidentally can be anywhere. Unless we make a deal. I must've met at the diner." - crabbed Richard again.

"Why is that bete? Still angry because I've been living for so long? I'm sorry." said Richard in a sorry tone after a long wait Nawang did not react.

"Just met a friend I've forgotten that left his wife's children on the side of the road. Especially if you meet the ex." murmured Nawang with an annoyed face.

Richard could only grimace wrongly.

Wear the former everything brought too.

Richard did not know how anxious Nawang was when he knew the greatness of Richard running after someone away from the car and rather long the husband did not come back or contact him.

The anxiety was added again because the cellphone signal was not friendly until it was difficult to contact Richard.

He's afraid Richard's why-not.

Anxious anxiety.

"Name Word. He usually works as an ojol. But a week ago the bike was gone. Though just finished the credit one month ago." explained Richard tried to tell the story so that Nawang understood and not angry anymore.

"Three days ago his son was admitted to the hospital, appendicitis and had to be operated immediately" Richard continued, glancing at Nawang who seemed to pay attention to his story.

"Astagfirullah.gimana sad he is at this time." muttered Nawang concerned.

"He wanted to nod me...."

"Astagfirullahaladzim! You're not papa, are you, Mas?" nawang shouted as she observed every detail of her husband's body with a face of panic and worry.

Richard laughed at seeing it.

"He's not a nodong. Apologize for running away. That's why I wonder why he's not a nodong." continued Richard.

"Why not be? Because he knows you're his friend?" ask Nawang to guess.

"That's it." replied Richard.

"Pity yes, is he? But luckily you chased him. That envelope made him, huh?" ask Nawang again.

This time there was no more upset face presented in front of Richard. Makes her incredible relief.

"Yes. I don't know enough what less was. But I give you my phone number, too, so that he can't call" Richard said.

"Where might he want to call even if less, Mas. People who are less able if the person is good, must be ashamed. Especially before being given. We also have our pride." said Nawang as he glanced at Richard ferociously.

"But, we. He your husband?" asked Richard in a jealous tone.

"We are the poor" said Nawang.

"You poor?" asked Richard deliberately mocked Nawang.

"Mas Eric iiiiih! Being asked to talk seriously even joking." murmured Nawang with an annoyed face.

"Cie.cie....Mas Eric's out.." Richard's lead is getting. Put Nawang to shame.

"Emang why? Your name is Eric, right?" said Nawang while trying to hide his shy smile.

"Yes. But usually the name just comes out of your lips at sacred times" Richard said, smiling mischievously.

Nawang glanced fiercely to hide his embarrassment.

"Where's your daughter in the care?" tanya Nawang tried to get back to the topic.

Bintang has fallen asleep on the back bench.

"In the Riwi Palace. Whose son's name was it....? Her....Who is it." replied Richard.

"It can be traced anyway." murmured Nawang.

"What's tracked?" ask Richard.

"It's true that no patient was there" replied Nawang.

"This is in order not to believe in the same person or in order to add help?" asked Richard while looking at Nawang at a glance.

"In a two-second frame if I'm anyway. Sometimes we have to act as smart donors so that help is right on target" said Nawang alibi.

"If people ask for help but it turns out to be a lie, even though on behalf of their children or parents are sick, let alone use the name of an orphan, let God alone directly make the same calculation he. We don't have to bother thinking. Our job is to do good." said Richard trying to think simple.

"Not that time either. If we can prevent others from doing harm, we must prevent it. Don't want to be made a cash cow a fraud." sergeant Nawang.

"Yes if I know, if my reason is able to analyze it certainly will not be stupid nor play money to people. But in doing good we don't just have to use the heart?" ask Richard again.

Yes too.

"Yes.seventy thirty. Seventy hearts, thirty logics." answered Nawang.

"So dong business if so. Use that percentage. Help me help, please. Do not mostly think and calculate" said Richard still with the principle.

"Help also needs to use calculations, really useful and precise. Mubadzir dong if we help but not useful to the person. Though there are others who really need." sergeant Nawang still insisted on the principle as well.

"Yes.iya....You really are too. The important thing is that we just try to do good" Richard said, belittling the discussion that began to argue.

If executed could be a world war that end endanger the heaven fight event later, thought Richard.

"Mas Astagfire!" nawang's strangulation shocked Richard.

"Why?" and Richard panicked.

"I don't have food at home. No cooking that day. Though I have been menggebayangin until the house wants to eat" said Nawang.sambut blushed embarrassed.

"Kissiiiip. Very solutiputi!" praise Nawang cheerfully.

"Mas Eric is loooh." Richard was proud.

"So, that's so arrogant." ledek Nawang.

"Mas Eric is the beeeeest!" richard is becoming.

"Friday!" lyrics Nawang sebel.

"Now no papa. The important thing later can be happy" said Richard while menowel the waist of Nawang ignorant.

"There's a star, Mom!" muttered Nawang while staring fiercely at Richard.

"Forgotten." said Richard while giggling.

*******

Richard was out of the bathroom - having decided to take another bath as soon as dinner was over - and Nawang had not yet been seen entering their room.

It seems the universe is supportive because the temperature of the Star is normal, even the child was very greedy eating rice to burn the contents of the fire.

The atmosphere was also very shahdu because the rain fell once they entered the house earlier.

True perfect time.

After taking the medicine, Bintang immediately asked for sleep company.

Richard chose to wait for Nawang to return to the room by sitting on the sofa. Checking the messages coming into his phone while occasionally staring at the rain from behind the window.

His hands began to open some messages that went into his phone which were mostly from groups and old friends.

A new number appears between the incoming messages.

Richard chose to open the message first.

Good night, Mr. Richard. It's proof of payment for my son's hospitalization and surgery. He's operating tomorrow afternoon. I deposited eight million and he said later it would be leftover.

I am trying to find a certificate of not being able to also reduce the cost of the hospital.

The remaining six million is still intact and I will take it back to the Father's house after my son came out of the Hospital. All waiting for the rest of the deposit at RS. Maybe two or three more days, sir.

Thank you so much for your help. May Allah replace many times all the goodness of the Father in our family. The Word.

Richard then opened a three-photo post.

One photo receipt of payment at the hospital. One more picture of six million dollars. And the last photo is a photo of a boy as big as a Star whose picture was taken from the direction of the feet to see also the nameplate of the bed dweller named Herlambang Vishnu Adi.

Richard smiled happily.

Alhamdulillah, the mission is to leave his property to the less able not to be mistaken target.

The Word is honest and he is sure the Word is trustworthy on what he entrusts.

Richard felt the need to reply to the message.

Alhamdullah..... Hopefully the operation is smooth and Herlambang can recover as before.

The remaining money does not need to be returned. I'm tipped, please use it for capital to make a living again.

I am sincere and may it be a blessing to all of us. Aamiins.

Wassalamualaikum

Word who just put his phone hastened to reach back his phone when he heard the incoming message.

Yes, he was waiting for his message to be read by Richard and hoped that his helper would reply to his message.

Word didn't dare call for fear of interrupting Richard's time.

His hands trembled reading the final line of the message from Richard.

"Allahu Akbar's.....Barakallah, Mr. Richard. May God always bestow upon you and your descendants all the goodness" said the Word, sobbing with Isaac.

It felt like he wanted to run and willingly kneel in front of the handsome man who became his helper god.

"Mas, why?" santi's voice stopped the Word's stuffing.

The man simply reached out his phone to his wife and showed her a conversation with Richard.

"MasyaaAllah, Mother! This....this is really?!" santi asked no less surprised by the Word.

Firman was only able to nod because he was still sobbing.

"Who is he, Mas? Why is this the same as us? What kind of good cultivation are you with him?" santi asked as she sobbed with her heart still dazed.

Really this?

How could there be anyone this good?

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