Chased Ex-Promise Candidate
Storytelling

Yuki was still speechless as the woman in front of him continued to urge him to tell stories. Her trauma to the new person made the girl more alert. Until the woman finally said, "Emak only lived alone after her husband died."

"If Neng wants a pretentious story, Mother will be horrified" he added.

Yuki looked back at the woman in front of him. Not long after the girl began to open her mouth to say something, but again she closed, until finally the woman who called herself the mother again asked, "Kunaon oruh, Neng? So much for your mom."

"I ... What Mother ... won't sell me?" Yuki asked in fear while inching backwards.

"Astagfirullah, Neng. Why think like that? Sin know?"

Yuki looked at the woman in front of him who looked offended by Yuki's words, then the girl pulled one end of her lips. "I'm ... afraid it's repeated." Yuki started crying, for some reason this time she felt very fragile.

The woman named Aminah also approached and tried to clutch the skinny body of the girl in front of her. "Everything will be fine, Neng. There is Mom here" said Aminah, rubbing the girl's head gently.

Yuki continued to cry until her chest felt tight. However, the middle-aged woman continued to calm herself down. After feeling satisfied crying, Yuki raised his face. The look on the face of the already young lady, looking at her was worried sincerely.

"Atos nangisna? It's beautiful to be beautiful." Aminah rubbed Yuki's wet cheek with her finger.

Yuki smiled looking at the woman in front of him. The girl misses her mother, whom she has not been able to meet.

Because of the hospitality of the woman in front of him, also seen sincerity in his eyes, Yuki finally dared to tell about himself, despite telling him about his new self as Yuki.

"My name is Yuki, I'm an orphan ... Ms ...."

"Emak, call her Mom, yes, Neng Yuki." The middle-aged woman interrupted Yuki's words.

"I came here to find a job, after someone sold me to a brothel ...." The girl clenched her hands furiously, while recalling the creepy incident.

"Astaffirullah, how did Neng get away from there?" mother asked with a worried face.

"I jumped out of the second-floor room window, ah instead of slipping." The girl sighed. "But it turns out that God still gives me a chance to live, I'm not dead, Mom."

"Ish, the Neng by the way, don't do that pamali eta teh," the middle-aged woman half-grumbled.

Yuki chuckles. "Well, I thought I was in heaven, uh I fell right into a passing car."

"Where did Neng Yuki come from?" Mom finally asked about the origin of the girl who had been wanting to know.

"From Jakarta, but because there I got unlucky mulu, I finally decided to come here for a job, eh ballroom work can be accused of being misty."

The two women of different ages told stories until it did not feel like the day was very daytime. Yuki was also invited to eat by Mom. The woman skillfully cooked in the kitchen. Yuki was just helping out as much as possible.

***

Meanwhile, at Mr. Darman's. Bayu was seen often buying good and expensive food, the man also bought clothes for his mother and father.

"Thank you bod*oh girl has made me so rich" he muttered as he was in his room throwing some fifty thousand bills up.

"Wood! Boo!" Bu Darman's voice was heard calling from outside.

"Yes, Mom!" The man immediately cleaned up the money scattered on the floor of his room, then stored it into his black bag. After that, Bayu immediately went out and approached his mother.

"Wood, your money's still there, right?" ask the woman seriously.

"Why, Mom? What else would you buy?" ask Bayu.

"This lo, our kitchen needs already on the abis, I want to go to the market," said the woman while showing her food storage shelves are empty.

"Yes, Mom." Bayu turned his body towards his room back.

After the departure of her son, Bu Darman went straight to her room to change clothes. "Woodu is still my greatest son, even though he is unemployed, but after all he can also have a lot of money, meaning he has a job out there." Ms. Darman muttered while putting powder on her face that was not young anymore.

Not long after the sound of a knock on the door made the woman stop her activities and immediately opened the door of her room. Her husband had just returned from the mosque.

"Where are you going?"

"You're shopping, sir." The woman sat back at her dresser and now put lipstick on her slightly dry lips.

"Mr didn't have any money today, ma'am. Hopefully tomorrow there is, huh?" said the gentleman.

Bu Darman looked at her husband's face. "Just calm down, sir. Our son will give money for our monthly shopping. Bayu must be successful, he can make us happy."

Mr. Darman frowned, the man was indeed suspicious of his son who now often bought items that were quite expensive for them. However, Mr. Darman has no evidence.

"Don't shop today, ma'am. Tomorrow yes, let you who love money to shop," persuaded Mr. Darman. Simultaneously Bayu came with ten pieces of money a hundred thousand in his hand.

"No need, sir. Nih Bayu already give, really. Let the money from you buy another. If that's the shopping first yes, assalamu'alaikum." The woman kissed the back of her husband's hand after receiving money from her son and left two men of that age.

"Bay, come with me for a second!" take the man next to her to the dining room. Bayu followed him from behind without a word. The two sat facing each other. Mr. Darman looked at the son's face, as if he were looking in the mirror, but saw himself when he was young.

"You're working?" he asked by looking closely at his son's black eyes.

"Had Bayu said, Bayu has no business, sir. It's just that the income is not every day, if again profit, Bayu can buy whatever you and mom want," replied the man who was tired of the question the father.

"What business? You don't want to fall for bad things, Bayu." The man remained calm looking at his already impatient son.

"Online business, it is also explained that you will not understand. What matters is that when you want to shop there is money" the man replied, standing up and leaving the room.

"Wood! I'm your father! You do not want if it turns out that who stole the mosque charity box turned out ...."

"Mr!"