Under the Black Umbrella
Offended

An hour later, Ghavi and Handy arrived at the Orphanage of Light, after which Ghavi insisted on asking to come along.

Since Aslan could not be contacted either, it was decided unilaterally by Ghavi if they were to leave with Mr. Yoyon.

Ghavi then ran home to tell Mr. Yoyon what had happened.

He himself also restyled his appearance that was like a pelvic porters with a towel on his shoulders.

"Thank God, the damage isn't so bad! And the kids are safe too" Handy said.

They just went around looking at the scene.

It was only the kitchen building whose roof collapsed in the fire. Also the stuff in the kitchen.

Fortunately, Damkar officers arrived on time, so the fire could be extinguished and the fire did not spread to burn the main building, where the children were.

"Yes, thank goodness!" sahut Ghavi's.

"Only, we still have no news from Mr. Vishnu and Bu Nita, about the condition of the home cook who was affected by the explosion."

"Has Mr Danar been looking into the latest developments?!"

Handy turned to look at Mr. Danar.

"No, Sir! Lastly Mr. Vishnu informed the condition of the cook was injured up to sixty percent and likely to undergo surgery."

Mr. Danar told what Mr. Vishnu had told him.

"All right! We wait for the next news. Ask the doctor to do his best treatment," Handy's orders are firm.

However, the Orphanage of Light was now under his power.

So, he must take full responsibility for the safety and well-being of the occupants and their caretakers.

"Then, what about the police? Did they get any evidence that caused the gas cylinder to explode?? Is this purely an accident or an accident?!"

An hour after the fire, the police contacted by Handy came to the scene of the fire, was it purely due to an accident or deliberate?!

"No, Sir!"

Mr. Danar shook his head.

"Maybe in a minute! That's it Satya sir is coming!"

Ghavi and Handy turned to look at Mr. Danar.

"Good malal, everybody!" greet Mr. Satya while giving his respect.

"Good night!" answer everything.

"What's the current condition, sir? Was the fire purely an accident or deliberate?!" ask Handy impatiently.

"Can we sit down first to let the conversation relax?!" seloroh Pak Satya smiled.

"You don't see, I've been sitting like this since?!" Handy chiming.

"Haha ...! Sorry, sorry! I mean .. so we can talk a little relaxed. Don't be so tense."

Mr. Satya laughed at the answer of the owner of the AC.

"Let's follow me!"

Mr. Danar had everyone follow him into the living room.

"Please sit! Sorry, there is no coffee! You see for yourself, right the current state of the kitchen?!" kelakar Mr. Danar who was greeted with another laugh.

Slightly dilute the mood of grief in each of them.

"So, how's your investigation going, Mr Satya?!" repeat Handy whose wheelchair was pushed by Mr. Yoyon and aligned with the chair Ghavi sat in.

"Ehm!"

Satya sir cleared his throat before explaining.

"So, according to our team who have sliced the site looking for evidence, for a while we concluded if this incident was purely an accident. However, we do not yet know the description of the cook himself. So, we have to interrogate him first about his chronology."

"But now the cook is in serious care. The likelihood that he will be operated on because of his burns is about sixty percent" Ghavi said.

"Well, we'll delay until the victim can be questioned. Hopefully the results are really pure because of the accident as we expect" said Mr. Satya.

"All right! Thanks for the help!"

"Together, Mr. Handy!"

Mr. Satya shook Handy's outstretched hand.

"Can I ask for your mobile number for me to call if I need help at any time?!"

"Hem, I forgot to bring a cell phone! Vi, can you just give her your number?"

Handy turned to Ghavi for approval.

"Indeed, Mas Handy didn't memorize his own number?"

Ghavi frowned in wonder.

"No! But I memorize how many numbers you have out of your head" he replied in mystery.

"Ck! Other people's numbers are memorized, but the numbers themselves don't know. Fuck up!" cebik Ghavi shook his head.

"That's because my number doesn't matter!" lightly said.

"So you think my number is pen ..."

Ghavi did not continue his sentence.

Why is he so stupid?!

"Haha ...! Didn't Miss realize it?!" ledek Mr. Danar.

Ghavi just stared at Handy.

"You want to ask me why?!"

Ghavi.

"So, whose number should I record?!"

Satya sir seemed impatient.

He was ready with his cell phone in his hand.

"Yes, yeah! Alright!"

Ghavi finally gave his number to Satya after getting a code from Handy.

Mr. Satya kept Ghavi's number and then dialed it.

A moment later, a new number appeared on Ghavi's mobile phone.

"That's my number! Please keep it, Miss Beautiful! Just the next time we can chat after this," his god with his eyes twitching.

"How dare you call him outside of work, I'll fire you!" anam Handy smiled.

"What do you want to be proud of him if your job has been removed?!" chirped Mr. Yoyon who had been listening silently.

"Although I am only the driver, but I have the right to refuse you, Commander Sir! She is now my daughter!"

"Haha ...! Do you not see, I can still show off my burly body is special in front of him if he wants!"

"Ehm! It must be very good" Ghavi said with a smile.

"Unfortunately, I am not brave, Mr. Satya! I don't want to take what is not my right. I'm afraid of being run over by your wife and kids!" kilah Ghavi fast.

The girl noticed Handy's change in face, though it was camouflaged by her smile.

"Haha ...! You could have, Miss! Well, if you'll excuse me before my job is removed, have pity on my wife and kids!"

"Haha ...! Thanks again for your help!"

Ghavi saluted the police.

After the departure of Mr. Satya, Handy and Ghavi decided to go home.

Because the day was late enough, finally the intention to visit the cook they undo.

Inside the car, Handy was silent all the way home. His face became more cloudy.

"Mas Handy why?!" asked Ghavi who was sitting next to him.

There is no lawfulness.

Ghavi took a deep breath. The confused girl faced Handy's current cold demeanor.

Moreover, since the joke was with Mr. Satya, the look of his face changed.

Ghavi knew that Handy was offended by the police's words, which he said would show off his athletic body in front of Ghavi

Although only a joke, but because of the current state of Handy that makes the heart of the man so very sensitive.

The words of Mr. Satya hit himself who now only relies on a wheelchair to get involved.

Let alone to help others physically, to help himself alone he always relied on his assistants.

"We've arrived!"

Mr. Yoyon stopped the car in front of Handy's house.

While trying to help Handy down, the man refused.

"Let Ghavi help me later!" reject it.

"Yes, already! You go home first! The car let me put some joy in."

Finally Mr. Yoyon went home first on foot. The car left because Ghavi still wanted to chat with Handy.

"What's up?!"

Ghavi opened his voice after a moment of silence.

They were both in the car with the door open.

"If there's nothing to talk about, I'd better take you home!" broken Ghavi.

The girl was about to get out of the car, but Handy's hand prevented her.

"So you're not interested in me anymore?!" he says flat.

"That means?!"

Ghavi frowned in wonder.

What does he mean by that?!

"No! Forget it!" kilah Handy's.

"Are you offended by Mr Satya's joke?!" guess Ghavi exactly.

"I can't possibly compete with him, I'm self-conscious!" handy ketus.

"Mas, don't get me wrong ..."

"Please call Mbak Nia, I'm going down!" cut the man.

"Hmmh!!"

Ghavi breathed a heavy sigh.

"I'm here, why don't you just ask me for help?! Why wake up someone who is sleeping?!"

Ghavi got out of the car.

The wheelchair was divided and brought close to the door of the car where Handy was sitting.

"Come down! I help!"

Although reluctant, Handy finally wanted to go down with Ghavi.

When Ghavi sat Handy in a wheelchair, his body fell into Handy's lap because the man's weight was bigger and heavier than him so that his body was attracted towards Handy.

For a moment they were silent with Ghavi's position in Handy's lap. Their eyes are locked.

"Did I not have another chance?!" lirih Handy's.

"Is it because I'm no longer perfect like that cop?!"

"Mas!"

Ghavi was confused as to what to answer.

Handy's eyes were so sad.

"You're heavy!" handy's great-grandson broke the silence.

His tone returned to his usual mode, cold.

"Ah, sorry!"

Ghavi came down from Ghavi's lap.

The girl was a little embarrassed.

"Go home!" handy orders are cold.

"I'll take you to the door!" tawal Ghavi's.

"No! I can do it myself, go home!"

Handy refused hard.

The man forced himself to pedal a wheelchair with both hands to the front door.

Ghavi can only observe it from the side of the car. After Handy got into the house, Ghavi ran his car home.

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