Young Wife For My Husband
CHAPTER 195 The Happy End 7
Sister Arini smiled to see Pupu who was engrossed in cycling in the park near their residential complex.
Inayah had warned that He would bring their son home on the Maghrib.
This is increasingly clearly seen pampering the Son of Arthur Pangestu, because he did not want the mental child he continued to be down because he was pregnant.
The departure of Pupu who had made him panic became an important lesson for the son.
Sister Arini is now also more careful in providing explanations. He wanted to work for a longer time in this small family. Because Inayah was not angry let alone fired him because of his mistake at that time.
Arini sat in the park chair after giving warning Pupu not to play the bike too far.
"DenPuu.., don't stay away from Sister who's playing her bike! Sister Arini is sitting here!"
"Okay, Sus!"
The age of children like the Son of Arthur Pangestu is indeed a time to want to know many things. Want to explore his abilities including new things.
Pupu was able to ride a two-wheeled bike after being taught by a nurse a few months ago. Now he wants to learn more. Even wanted to maneuver like freestyle from the video yutub that he saw secretly on the phone without the knowledge of Inayah, Arthur and also sister Arini.
Occasionally Pupu tries to lift the handlebar of his bike to lift and fly like in the video. Making Arini who was monitoring laughs was comforted by the behavior of her employer's son.
After a long time Arini got a funny spectacle from the style of Pupu, his ears faintly heard the sound of the sobs of a woman.
Arini looked towards the voice.
A woman was sitting on a wooden chair not far from Arini with her face hidden. Beside it was a large bag and a dus of used instant noodles that seemed to contain the woman's belongings.
His cries sounded pitiful.
Arini also empathized.
"Mr? Sick mom? Can I help you?" ask her in a soft voice.
Instantly, the face of the woman who was beside him looked up.
The woman is Juriah, the former wife of young Solehudin.
Arini did not know Juria, and vice versa.
Juriah is crying louder.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying so sad?"
Arini rubbed the back of the Syrian who was soaked with sweat.
"I, I. deceived my boss, Ma'am. Huaaaa hik hiks..."
"Cupid boss? Where's the work guy? In one of the houses in this complex?"
"No. Hik hiks."
"Try explaining, I'll listen."
"I, just three five days working live in Jakarta at the invitation of friends. The first day I got a job, worked at a t-shirt company and placed in a mall at his outlet. The third day I got angry with the supervisor for selling the wrong item. I was immediately called a superior. My boss said, I will be moved in another section. Hape me he confiscated, my High School diploma too. I am given this address. And it turns out, after I came yesterday, I passed a lot of tests, my boss said, I didn't get through and couldn't continue working because I was sick. Huhuhu.. whereas, though, the test, the test is. I just got kicked out can't stay in his mansion. I can no longer work in his place including in the big house of my boss. I feel cheated, Mother! Huhuhuhoo..."
"Oh God! Unfortunately, the fate of the mother! Where do you live?"
"I want to go back to the village. But this is Maghrib. I was afraid that there would be buses going to my area. Hik hik hicks..."
"Glamour..."
Arini was confused, she did not know what to do.
"Whose name is Ma'am?"
"Jyria. Syrian Arab, Ma'am. Here, here's my ID card." Jyria offered a piece of ID card she had taken from the small bag she was holding.
"I'm Arini. I am the nanny and keeper of Den Putra, the son of my master."
Pupu returned with his second wheel bike and also confused looking at his nanny who looks upset.
"What's up, Sus?" ask him with innocence.
"This boy is confused. I want to go home but it's night. The bus towards the village will definitely go tomorrow morning. Hm.., suppose I could help," he murmured doubtfully.
"Papa and Mommy can help!" pupu's chirps made Arini look at him fixedly.
"We..are you coming home? What, Papa and Mommy allow this Mommy to stay overnight until morning?"
But..., does this woman really need help? But from the sobs and the look of his face that was deathly pale, it was impossible for this Mbak to lie. Am I being too rash to take him to Mr. Arthur and Mr. Inayah's house? But.., if I leave it here, I'm afraid something's going on with this poor woman. God, I hope this move is not wrong. My intention is to help.
"Sir, my employer's home is not far from here. Hopefully Mr and Mrs DenPu willing to accommodate Mbak until tomorrow morning. I'll try to explain them. I hope you can get help from them. Since Ma'am looks sincere and needs help, I'll try to help."
"Oh my God, Ma'am. Hik hicks... There are good people in this cruel city. Hix... Thank you, thank you very much."
Arini brought along the cardboard of Juriah and invited her to follow her steps home while Pupu walked on his bike in front of the guide.
"Papa!!!"
Arthur who was watering the trees in the yard turned to hear the voice of the son who had just returned home.
Azan Maghrib.
Pupu and Arini came home on time. Both keep their promises.
But Arthur squinted his eyes. Surprised to see the figure of the woman who was between the son and his nanny.
Arthur seemed to have seen the look on the woman's face, but forgot where and when the meeting took place.
"Sir, this is Syrian. He wants to go home but last night. He was devastated, fired by his employer. I,"
"Here you go, Sus! Pupu, in. Quickly change clothes then take ablution and pray with Mother!"
Arini. He forgot, his master was a person who was quite cold and not very respectful with people he just knew.
"Why do you dare to bring someone new into this house? What if he's a bad guy or he turns out to be an imposter?"
Deg.
Arini just woke up. He turned towards Juria who was looking down awkwardly.
"But sir, the boy was crying a bit on the park bench. He.., like a confused person. Him,"
"Mom, Ma'am what's his name?" arthur asked Juria.
"Juriah, Master!" jyria replied nervously.
"Mad better go to the mosque in front of the housing. Ask the mosque guards for help. They're willing to help, ma'am! I'm sorry,"
"What's this about? Why is maghrib-maghrib a storm on the porch of the house? Let's go in everyone's house. Her friend Sister Arini also let her in first. Let's pray together. Then continue the conversation."
Arini breathed a sigh of relief.
This came out the soul of his Great Mistress, making Great Lord Arthur bow to his knees by his word.
Arthur shrugged his shoulders. Tricking Inayah with her candlestick style. Instantly Inayah smiled seductively. It was nice when his words could not be broken let alone denied.
They all went in the house.
Arini gave Juriah a set of prayer tools. Mukena and prayer mats to be worn congregational prayers at the mushola of Arthur Handoko's residence.
The instantaneous atmosphere of wisdom because everyone was busy praying for the blessing of Allah Ta'ala. Including Juriah who again shed tears even though he was now crying in silence. No more hiccups like this afternoon in a residential park.
Juriah remembered her poor fate.
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