The Idaman Mas Duda
Chapter 8 Honest

Upon arrival at the hospital, the driver helped Hanum to lift the old grandmother again to the hospital terrace where several nurses were on standby waiting for some patients who came in with an emergency.

"Please, Doc. Please save my Grandma, 'cause she just suddenly fainted and I don't know what to do!"

"Yes, I hope it's okay."

Seeing that Grandma was taken by the nurses using a thrust gurney. The driver who felt unpaid was desperate to collect his wages.

"Sir, where's the payment?"

"Infavors?" Hanum asked, with a confused expression.

"Yes, cook for free? Today my fate is in your hands!"

Hanum scratched his head. Because he doesn't have a penny. What he will pay the driver.

For a moment Hanum was reminded of the Paperbag and the Grandma's wallet in his hand.

Impatiently wanting to see the condition of the Grandmother, Hanum also had no choice but to check whether the Grandma's wallet contained money or not.

Once opened, it turns out that the thick wallet contains a lot of money.

Well, how's this? Same as stealing if I take the money?...

"Mbak, how dumb? Celasan. It costs two hundred thousand according to the argo in my car!"

"Oh, yes, yes, wait a minute, sir!"

Hanum no longer cares what he wants to call a thief or what. Let him withdraw two pieces of money hundreds of thousands then give it to the driver. Let him later explain if the Grandmother is conscious.

"Thank you, sir. We have already nolongin. May your sustenance be smooth and barokah!"

"Aamiin, thank you, Neng!"

"Together, sir."

After seeing the driver is no longer affordable. He soon followed Grandma inside. The woman was immediately infused and before long she finally regained consciousness.

"What pain does my grandmother have, Doc?" Hanum asked the Doctor.

"The intensity is low, but not papa, Ma'am. It's stable now."

"Oh yeah, thank goodness that's it."

Hanum also let the doctor who examined the farewell come out and Hanum focused on the Grandma who was reviewing a smile at him.

"Thank you, son. Help Grandma bring it here. If you didn't know what it would be!"

"Together, Grandma. But I'm being honest, Grandma."

"What about?"

"Anu, that_?"

"That's Grandma, but I'm sorry first, Grandma. Please don't imprison me for doing this" Hanum said with his head lowered.

The grandmother smiled again and patted Hanum on the shoulder, "Tell me, son. Grandma won't be mad."

"Yes, Grandma?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"It's Grandma!"

Hanum hurriedly gave the wallet in his hand to the hand earlier to the Grandma's hand.

"So I took two hundred thousand rupiah in it to pay for the taxi fare because I had no money, Grandma. All of my belongings were carried along with the travel car that took me from the village to work. I lost my direction and my purpose. Because I don't know the ins and outs of this town."

Hearing Hanum's explanation, the Grandmother even seemed very moved.

"Geez, in this day and age there are still honest people like you, son. What's your name?" Ask Grandma again. Even though his voice was so limp.

"Hanum, Grandma."

"Where do you live now?"

Hanum shook his head, He himself did not know where to go after this. Finding Hanum's contract is impossible because he doesn't have a penny.

"Yes, Hanum. You don't want to go with Grandma. You're working with Grandma as Grandma's personal servant!"

"Seriously, Grandma?"

The old grandmother nodded, latas said again, "Call me Oma Ismi. Because I'm so used to that call."

"Oh yes, Oma Ismi. Thank you for helping me. I thought I was gonna be a bum in this town."

"Don't worry about that. Because Grandma will try to help you. You're very kind, son."

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In a different place, a twenty-eight-year-old young man who was careless in the middle of the road finally arrived inside his palace. Lucky he did not give a bad assessment to the driver after cradling the bad effects for the driver.

Abygiel Mariel is a CEO who has registered widower. She has a son, Milko Mariel, who is five years old. Abygiel died in residence by his wife while giving birth to their son and Abygiel has since lost half his life, haughty and cold.

Today Abygiel looks very tired. He hurriedly stepped towards the sofa while loosening his tie and then dropped the body weight violently there. Because his car broke down, he had to wait for a taxi that was booked long enough to finally choose to stop a taxi that passed in front of him.

Abygiel's breath was still being seen hunting, repeatedly he had to take a breath and throw it violently.

"Today's really shit, why the hell did that car have to crash? Not long ago at the service?"

In the middle of setting a mess in his heart, a little boy came out of the room immediately running around to him, "Papa, have you gone home? Usually Papa goes straight to Milko's room, why isn't today?"

Abygiel just smiled and hugged his little son.

"Sorry dear, Papa is very tired. Papa's food doesn't go straight to Milko's room."