Love Stay Here
Accident
From behind the wheel Sekar called a child who was about 10 years old. The boy looked to be peddling his wares on a morning. Where morning is the time for a child to learn. I feel very full.
"Yes, brother. What would you buy? " ask the little girl with a friendly smile.
"What are you selling?" ask Sekar.
The girl also mentioned some of her merchandise names. It turned out that the girl was selling some kind of traditional food.
"Is there a lot of your trade?" asked the black-eyed girl and the girl nodded.
"Why don't you go to school?" Intan who had seen and heard their conversation also opened his voice.
"My mother had nothing to pay because she died three months ago in an accident" the girl began sobbing in light of her father's tragic death.
"I'm sorry I don't know" Intan regretted. "Then does your mother not work?" ask Intan again but now they talk in the car for pity if the little girl continues to stand.
"Mother just gave birth to my sister a week ago. Since the father died, the mother was exhausted from work so she had to give birth to a sister faster. That's why I have to sell so we can eat." The girl continued to cry.
"What's your name?" ask Sekar. "When," he answered by pulling his snot back into his tiny nose.
"How old are you and where is your school and home?" tanya Intan who joined in crying heard the sad story of Nabila.
"Are my sister and aunt going to kidnap me?" Nabila now put on an alert mode he was worried that the two adults in front of him were criminals.
Sekar and Intan laughed at the innocent question of the plain-clothed child. The child is taught not to trust others easily.
"Quiet darling. Aunts and sisters aren't bad guys. We want to buy all your merchandise and you want to see your mother. That's all so don't be afraid. Okay?" answer Sekar smile.
"Serious brother want to buy all this, is it still very much, brother?" Nabila asked half-collared in disbelief at what she heard.
The girl who now looks prettier than the first she came to Jakarta 6 months ago nodded making Nabila very happy.
Nabila came with them to drive a car to his place of residence.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.... Mom, there's a guest!" shouted Nabila half ran into their rented house. A small simple contract.
"Walaikumsalam whose guest, son?" ask the mother who just came out of the room with very slow steps.
"Those who bought all Nabila's merchandise, ma'am?" The little girl recounted the incident which made her very happy.
"Certainly that?" the mother asked him with a look of disbelief at her guest and only answered with a nod of the head.
"Sorry before introduce me Intan and this is my future daughter-in-law. Our goal here is to convey if we've bought Nabila's merchandise but it seems like the mother girl has trouble counting it, so let the mother count it." Intan asked his mother Nabila to calculate the price of all the food.
The mother did what her guests asked. The young woman also arranged the food on her living table and finished it in a fairly short time.
"Everything is one hundred and seventy thousand" answered Nabila's mother later.
"I graduated from SMK Accounting I can make enough cake," he replied in a soft voice because he was still not healthy. Economic limitations made him reluctant to buy vitamins and drugs for postpartum mothers.
They talked long enough. Intan and Sekar little understood the situation of Nabila and his mother.
Sekar brought the food he bought earlier and still left some for the poor family. Before leaving Intan left a little money for his mother's health control costs Nabila. .
The woman did not want the young mother to have complications and risk her life. Because women who have just given birth are susceptible to diseases that can occur when lack of attention and care.
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"I'm sorry, if I may know what it means to have both of you here?" ask the principal. Yes, now Intan and Sekar are in the school teacher's office where Nabila studied.
"It's a gift from me to the teachers here." Not answering Intan actually handed him a bag of plastic containing food he bought from Nabila earlier.
"Kue? In what order is it, ma'am?" the headmaster and the few teachers in the room frowned in surprise at each other.
"The cake is your student's merchandise Nabila Aina who is sitting in fourth grade," replied Intan cynically.
"When selling? The boy had not been to school for nearly two weeks. So he chose to trade?" said one of the female teachers.
"Ck. So all this time you nobody's been to see him? Visited it? See how he's doing?" intan asked in a high enough tone because he was annoyed how the school could not care about the state of his students.
All the teachers were silent, no one dared to make Intan more convinced if Nabila was not liked because he was poor.
"The price of this cake is very cheap. And he only earned thirty to forty thousand dollars a day when he had to support his mother who had just given birth. Why does the teacher here not sympathize with Nabila's condition? Try to be nice to her. Buy his merchandise or at least let him stay in school while selling so they don't starve. He was also eligible for an orphan scholarship. So I hope tomorrow Nabila school again and for any fee it asks me. This is my address card. Excuse me."
Intan and the girl who was always recognized as a prospective daughter-in-law was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief after helping solve the problems of Nabila and her mother.
"Great mom" praised Sekar after they drove back on the highway.
Intan's phone rings the sign of an incoming call.
"Oh, yes, ma'am. I had an urgent need so I'm sorry I was late. Wait a minute I'll be there soon." Intan also hung up the phone call with a slightly panicked face.
"As soon as we meet their client has been waiting for a long time" Intan ordered Sekar.
Deftly Sekar drove his car.
He didn't want the clients to get angry and cancel their cooperation. A red light at the intersection made Sekar stop his car temporarily.
Without them realizing the big truck in the back had a brake blong making him drive a controlled rack to hit the back of their car. So strong impact to make the tiny car was thrown far enough forward. While the big truck had just stopped after crashing into a shop building on the side of the road.
The state of the car that was driven Sekar badly damaged formless. The place was immediately crowded to help the victims of the accident. Police on patrol evacuated the victim.
If the car is so bad, then how are the victims?
