
Hearing rejection from the girl's mouth and also the reason. It made Darren quiet. He forgot that there was his mother and father. He forgot not to introduce the girl to the sister who took care of him from he was small to be as successful as this.
He also forgot, if Aini was an honorable woman. Of course, he had to propose to her in a good way.
"In that case, prepare me to introduce the two people who take care of me" Darren said directly.
Aini speechless. His heart is pounding amazingly. Budiman stiff instantly.
"This young man is getting married. Oh... How old am I?" the weakness in the heart.
Darren's determination can't be changed. A man has trouble saying a word to lick back his words.
Darren stood up and looked at Budiman. One of the men he was with when he was a kid.
"Pig?"
Budiman nodded. He agreed to whatever the young master's choice was. The budiman doesn't want to be selfish. He'll be in front of everyone to protect Darren.
"We'll introduce Miss Aini to, Miss Terra and Mr. Haidar. But, did the young master already tell Miss who you are?" ask Budiman.
Darren again patted his forehead he forgot. The man saw a circular object on his left wrist. Soon time to go home. He looked at the girl in front of him. There are so many obstacles that he must go through to strengthen his heart.
"We are istikharah yes," the man asked.
Aini nodded in agreement. The girl has also not steadied herself to a more serious level. He was still afraid of any visible differences between himself and Darren.
"Then. We're ta'aruf for three months. I really hope you're my soul mate" Darren said.
"Bismillah Sir. May Allah bless Him" said Aini.
"Aamiin" said Darren.
While at home. Marni and Dono are cursing at each other. Two innocent children were so frightened in the corner of the room. Ditya covered the ears of the sister with his two hands. He was crying withholding.
"This is how!" dono finally snapped.
"We owe a lot to Mr. Burhan!" continued.
"That's your problem. You always gamble. Taking Mba Darni's house to have a house was my idea. But, the one who put Aini in the parlour is you!" press Marni reminds me. "You lose gambling and sell home certificates at low prices. We're out of time too, it's also because of you!"
"All me .. All me!' bentak Dono did not accept.
"Yes, it's all because of you!"
Plaque!
"Aarray!" peekkik Marni's.
Dono slapped his wife so hard that he almost fell on the floor. Children crying. That guy's really upset. Thought's dead-end. He has nothing left. Mind one. How he got the money to pay Burhan fifty million in debt.
Dono glanced at Aini's room. He was sure, if his niece had valuables. He also approached the room. The children hugged their mother.
"Mom!"
Marnie was just crying. He also did not know what else to do, because honestly the debt was also he enjoyed buying some jewelry to support his appearance. The woman remembered that she had bought jewelry from one of her wealthy neighbors.
As soon as Burhan comes collect the debt. Marni intends to sell her gold to the gold shop. Honey, it turns out that the gold is fake all even the letters are fake.
"Damn Miss Henny. He tricked me!" his grunts were upset at the time.
When he came to the big house, it was empty. Some village mothers also seek its existence. They were also cheated out of hand by Ms. Henny.
Usut got a mouth . The woman had run away with her son and husband somewhere.
"They're here just contracting!" the owner of the house told.
Since he and Dono sold the house owned by his late mother Aini. They had to move so as not to always be the mistreatment of the villagers.
They're contracting a house. Every month, Dono always routinely gave him money, he did not know from where until he knew it turned out from the debt with the kades sir.
Therefore Dono decided to find Aini by asking the orphanage where the girl was located on the grounds of kinship.
Krieet! The door rang open, breaking Marni's daydream.
"Why are you sir?' jolt asked.
"Shut up!" sniff the man.
Turns right. Aini keeps some money in the drawer. Not much, just five hundred thousand rupiahs. Disappointed, but the man took it too.
After taking the money. Dono looked at his wife while revealing the money in his hand.
Dono went to his room and followed his wife. Then Dono comes out first.
"Father go first, Mom!" dono Sahut.
"Yes" answered Marni in the room.
Before leaving. Dono kissed the cheeks of his two sons. Then hurry out of the house. Ditya and Radit look at the departure of the father.
Five minutes later, the mother came out with a black crackle bag.
"Eh ... Your father's gone?" ask Marni.
The two boys nodded as well. Then the woman approached her two sons. He looked at her and then he kissed both of them.
"Emak follows you first huh, don't be naughty!' the message.
again the two boys nodded. Marnie stepped out. Once again he looked at his two sons and closed the door.
As the door closed, Ditya, who was only four years old, understood that his mother and father would not return.
"Mr ... Mother!' call him.
He took off his embrace on his sister. Radit confusedly looked at his brother. He also stepped wide towards the door. Tried to grab the handle, but didn't make it.
Not losing his mind, he saw the dining chair. He took it by dragging the chair.
"Dik, help Brother!" abugn.
"Make what Brother. Mending Adit carried aja bial brother can get to it!" sahut Radit gave me an idea.
Dita also directly agreed. With all his might he raised his sister to reach the doorknob.
Cklek. Door opens.
"Mr ... Mommy!" yelled Ditya after putting her sister down.
There's no one.
"Sir .." call Radit.
"Mr ... Mother ... hiks .. hiks!" Dita started crying.
"Eh, whose kid is that?" suddenly a woman's voice shocked them.
Afraid that the two hurriedly entered the house and closed the door. The two sat at the door as if to hold no one in. Both were scared to death.
'Sister ..sister ... Adit's scared!" great-grandson Radit.
"Ssshhh .. calm Dik .. there is a brother here, brother will protect you," said Ditya to calm the sister..
The second tear is flowing. Ditya shouted in his heart.
"Mrs ... Mr ... Ditya's afraid!"
seriated.
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