IT'S ME YOU HURT
Stay at the Angga house

I got a call from my son, it turns out that the company where I want to invest by trading on the commercial exchange, all of them are not true aka fictitious. There have been many casualties with total losses reaching hundreds of billions. Of course my son doesn't speak, he must have proof. My son is a math lecturer at A university in the city. And sure enough, the live news broadcast on television had just aired the arrest and detention of four directors from the trading robot investment company I was about to join."

"Had you come on time maybe this money would not have been mine anymore, because it was already deposited. Although the police have detained the perpetrators of fraud, but the money that has been deposited by the victims may not just return. Even if it will come back, the process will be long and not completely back. I say thank you very much to you." Said this father while smiling kindly at me.

Thank God, not expecting my delay and hindrance to get here, is God's way of helping this Father through me. I'm so happy.

"It's take." Mr. Roky gave the money back to me.

"No need sir, I am very happy you can avoid the investment robot trading fraud mode. But really no need sir." I tried to subtly refuse this Mr.'s money, so that He would not be offended.

"Take it. If you don't take it, you don't appreciate me!" Oh my God, how should I? The money is not my right, the nominal is too much.

"Where's your phone!"

"Huhuh?" What does he want to ask for my phone. I gave it to him with hesitation.

"Open your phone key!" This man then handed me my phone back.

I unlocked the phone, then handed it back to Dad because his hand had looked up to ask for my phone back. I don't know what he's looking for on my phone, and then he talks.

"I Roky Herlambang, give money of four hundred thousand to my mother.... Who?"

"I?..." My answer is a bit confused. "I'm Reyna, sir." My welcome.

"On Reyna's mother, without coercion or without asking for reciprocity. I sincerely gave it to him out of gratitude!" He then pressed it over, it turned out that he was recording his voice earlier. Then he returned my phone.

"This is proof that I won't take this money! You can use this tape in case of any problems later on!"

"But sir...." I still doubt I'll receive this much money. Working all day I don't necessarily make this much money.

"Hhuft..You are, what a hard thing is to just accept it! It was only four hundred thousand as well, not four hundred million! I'm not calm if I don't give you this money as a thank you. It's..."

This middle-aged man then gave the money into my grasp. And with a heavy heart and doubt I accepted.

"Thank you sir!" I then took a break from him. And politely declined his offer to order food.

I still can't believe it, I can take it. Honest in my heart is the joy of receiving this money. Who doesn't want money. I'm tired of working all day just to make money. But on the other hand, my heart doesn't feel good about accepting this money so easily.

I then remember Mr. Ridwan who owned the workshop that did not have legs. This could be the reward of my giving to her. I remember his words when I received my money.

I smile, every time I remember the words of Mr. Ridwan. All his words were very encouraging. Provide motivation and calm. May God bless him with health and peace! I sincerely pray for Mr. Ridwan.

I then left on my bike. Today I work enough, and then again tomorrow. I stopped by the supermarket to buy a snack for my son. Rarely do I buy him a snack, in addition to my health I also do not have money, I choose to save or buy him other items.

I bought snacks and fruits, I also bought a little Barbie doll worth twenty thousand to Ziva. Don't forget I bought Ziva's favorite food fried chicken KF*. After that I filled up the gas to full.

My money is still two hundred and fifty thousand rupiahs left. Thank God, I can keep it. I then went home. Arriving home I was immediately greeted by my son. I wanted to hug and kiss Ziva. But I just got home from working outside full of pollution and germs that are not good for children's health.

I gave Ziva a Barbie doll and put my groceries on the table. It looks like Ziva is very happy to get Barbie dolls, snack-snacks and his favorite fried chicken. It's okay to give my son this food as long as it's not always. I then went to take a shower to clean myself up so I could hug my son and play with him.

After taking a shower I saw Ziva eating rice with the fried chicken I just bought. My son ate so well, I was so happy to see my son like that. I just realized Ziva can eat alone without the need for help or being fed by others.

I walked towards Ziva who was eating and was accompanied by Gina.

"Gee, great! Mom's son is already grown, can already eat alone! Who taught Ziva to eat alone?" I asked gently to Ziva.

"Ziva is taught the same oma, ma!"

"Since yesterday Ziva has been eating himself. Ziva asks Mom not to be fed." Gina said while giving Gina a drink.

"Great boy, mama's boy! Very clever!" I sat next to him, and gently rubbed my son's head.

"Ziva want to see you, papa?" My welcome carefully.

"Meet papa, ma? Oh, Ziva wants to!" Reply Ziva enthusiastically. It seems she was very happy with my question.

This is why I cannot separate the father-son bond between Mas Angga and Ziva. Because as bad as parents are, they are the first love and hope for their children. Although in the bottom of this heart there is a feeling of not willing to give Mas Angga time with Ziva even though only two days. But I can't be selfish! I also have to think about Ziva's feelings! What matters is that my son is happy!

"Ziva tomorrow to papa's house huh, bobo's the same papa. Ziva would, right?"

"Mau ma's. Ziva mau, bobo sama papa. Same with mom, right?" My son still does not understand. Somehow I explained about my situation and Angga's mas to Ziva.

"Dear Ziva, now mama lives here, so her bob mom is here. Papa lives there, so the bobo is also at papa's house. If Ziva wants to bobo same papa means can't bobo same mom." Ziva seemed to be confused by my explanation.

"Ziva wants bobo with papa right?" I asked the same question again. Ziva then nodded.

"Mama can't come." Saying later.