My babysitter Maduku
Chapter 77

That night after tidying up his house again, Suci also chose to stay at the Arini residence. The Saints also found the money left by the Angga in the jacket pocket. While the jacket was left just lying on the floor of the Holy room.

"Thank God, the money is still yours, Holy. You should keep it in a safe place, afraid that the man will come back and ask for it again" said Hendra.

"Yes, Mas. I'll keep it somewhere safer." Sacred smile. "Oh yes, Mas Hendra, thank you very much for your help. I don't know what my fate would be if Mas Hendra didn't help me" Suci continued.

"Yes, equally. All right, I'll take my leave. And remember, lock the door and never open it if the man suddenly returns. Call Mr. RT's number and ask for help from the residents to expel him," Hendra told Arini and Suci who now stand in front of Arini's rented door.

"Okay, Mas" said Arini and Suci.

After saying goodbye to the two women, Hendra immediately resigned and returned to his residence.

A few weeks later.

The boutique Zhanita Collection.

At lunch break, Arini is seen sitting on a chair beside the cashier's desk. The woman seemed to be thinking hard. The saint who had been watching his friend, immediately approached and now stood beside him.

"What are you thinking, Arini?" holy asked while pulling a chair then sitting next to him.

"Eh, Holy." Arini smiled thinly then returned to pay attention to the screen of her phone. "I'm counting my savings, Suci," continued Arini.

"Cieee, who's got a lot of savings!" holy Temptation while laughing crisply and the woman's laughter sounded to the ears of Madam Arniz. The woman was curious and finally chose to approach the two employees.

"Not so, Holy. Right now I'm still confused as to whether my money is enough to take care of my divorce with Mas Dodi to court" Arini said.

"What are you guys talking about, anyway? Looks like a real race?" ask Mrs Arniz who is now joining the two women.

"Arini, Mistress. He was counting his savings that he would use to claim Mas Dodi's divorce" Suci replied as he rose from his seat and handed the seat to Mrs Arniz.

"Are you serious about that, Arini? Did you decide to divorce your husband?" madam Arniz asked with a serious face.

Arini returned the woman's gaze. "Yes, Madam. My decision is already unanimous and I want a divorce from her."

Mistress Arniz was silent for a moment and it seemed like the woman was thinking about something.

"Hmm, Arini. My husband has a friend, his name is Mr. Hasan. He's a good lawyer. If you're done with your decision, I can ask my husband to talk to him. So that he can help take care of your divorce," said Mrs Arniz then enthusiastically.

"A lawyer?" Arini was shocked. "I'm sorry, Mrs Arniz. Not that I refused your help, but .. I don't have enough money to pay for his services. Let alone paying for the services of a lawyer, to take care of this divorce, I am still confused whether my money is enough or not" said Arini with a wry smile.

"On money, don't think too much. Just relax!" said Madame Arniz with a big smile. "Again, if my husband asked for it, everything would be free!"

"But, Madam," said Arini. He was really bad for his employer.

"Oh, you calm down. Later I will tell you again," said Mrs Arniz as she waltzed away and entered her private room. After the departure of Mrs Arniz, Arini returned to her job.

A few hours later.

A red car lit up, entered and parked in front of the boutique Zhanita Collection. Arini who was tidying up a row of expensive clothing collections at the place was suddenly shocked by someone who had just got out of the car. A woman he knew so well. Beautiful, young, sexy looking woman.

"Isn't that ..." Arini's words stopped and now his eyes were fixed on the figure of the man who was being fondly held by the woman.

A fat man with a rounded stomach. His head was half pelontos, at the front of the head was bald and at the back was still his hair and it was already bleached.

Even so, the beautiful woman looks very comfortable when with the man. He was not even ashamed to show affection with her. And not only the Woman, the man who was over the age of 50 years, looked happy and proud when walking with the young woman. A woman who is more suitable to be a daughter than a lover.

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