The Babysitter Belongs to the Duda
Merciful

Andre returns from Fikri's house feeling upset and worried. Even now he is still on his way home there is a sense of not being able to leave the house immediately. The shadow of the story and the sad face of Fikri immediately flashed through Andre's mind making him a little unfocused in driving.

Cittt...

The car driven by Andre had to stop suddenly making the sound of friction between the tire and the asphalt was so deafening. In the silence of the night and the road was closed, Andre stepped on the brakes suddenly because there was a cat passing by. Andre poked his head out of the window to see the state of the cat that turned out to be fine.

"Well... Because of this lack of focus. Did I go back?" he mumbled asking himself.

After feeling he had begun to calm down, Andre chose to turn back the wheel. He chose to return to Fikri's house in order to make sure the child was okay. His feelings were so unsettled during the trip. It was not far from the boy's house either.

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Before long, the car driven by Andre arrived in front of the gate of Fikri's house. But there is something strange according to Andre's vision, only a few moments he left but not seen at all the security near the gate.

"Feelings there was a security guard here who opened the gate, why is it not there now?" murmured Andre while looking at Fikri's house.

Andre decided to get out of his car and opened his own gate. Luckily the gate was not locked at all but this made Andre's worries grow. Because the yard of this house is quite broad, making Andre immediately return to ride his car back after the gate opened.

"This is all because you are only concerned with your work".

"Cok so turn me on? This is also your job as a mother".

"You should sit at home and educate your son".

Prangs... Prangs...

His feeling was increasingly worried and uncertain because from outside the house when Andre stopped his car was heard a snapping sound and like an item being thrown. Andre immediately accelerated his pace after getting out of the car.

"God... Fikri.." shouted Andre.

Surely his worries were on the way. After opening the door of the house in a hurry, Fikri's body was seen lying under the stairs with his head covered in blood. While nearby there are two adults who are fighting and blaming each other. What did not make Andre think was that they were busy blaming without immediately helping Fikri who was lying on the floor.

Even nearby there are many broken glass used flower vases and small jars that are scattered. Hearing someone's scream from the door, the two stopped their quarrel. Both of them instantly turned their eyes towards the person who had just come with a worried face.

Andre unceremoniously approached Fikri without caring about the two adults. Even it seemed like Fikri had also not fallen for long because the boy was still a little conscious while staring at the plea towards Andre.

"Hey... Where are you taking my son?" the jolt of a grown man stopped Andre's steps.

Andre who was already very worried about Fikri's condition was directly facing the two adults who were looking at him with hostile gazes. Andre fearlessly looked directly at the two adults, after all here the position was right to save Fikri.

"Oh... So you're her parents? Your rich trash parents don't deserve a good-natured rich Fikri kid. There's his son who's dying but he's busy fighting, thinking of using scrambles" circus Andre.

Only this time Andre had spoken his words to others he did not even know. In fact, he thinks that now he is like his wife and mother who is very smart to process the word that comes out so that he can drop his opponent mentally. Evidently now the two adults in front of him immediately fell silent after hearing his words.

Andre also without further ado just continued his delayed steps without concern if later Fikri's parents will be angry with him for taking his son away. Andre put Fikri in the passenger seat then he immediately entered and drove his car at high speed.

"Om, until Arnold and Alan if tomorrow Fikri can not play at home yes" said Fikri with a soft chuckle.

While his condition was like this with blood flowing from his head, Fikri still remembered his promise with his two children. This made him grieve and pity to see the fate of Fikri now, lucky that he had draped a cloth on the boy's head so that at least he could stop the blood coming out even a little.

"Don't think about it first. Anyway Fikri has to hold on. If not for your family, at least for those of us who already consider you part of our family" Andre said trying to make Fikri aware.

Fikri only nodded her head in response, while her eyes had closed even though her mouth was still able to speak. In the middle of this journey, Andre continued to invite Fikri to talk. Before long, the car driven by Andre arrived at a nearby hospital.

"Please... Please my son" cried Andre after getting out of his car.

Not that he did not want to hold Fikri again, but Andre did not want to take the risk if later the wrong body raised the boy. Especially when he was holding Fikri, the boy had complained of pain in his thigh which was depressed by his hand.

Several nurses and guards rushed towards the source of the sound. They swiftly helped Andre put Fikri's body into the gurney. Andre immediately helped push the gurney quickly without paying attention to the condition of his car that was still open.

The safe that carried Fikri was already inside the IGD room. Andre immediately contacted Nadia so that his wife was not worried waiting for him who was late to come home. Andre sat down while staring at the IGD room whose door was still tightly closed.

Not long before Andre sat in front of the IGD room, suddenly there was a sound of people running towards him. Andre averted his eyes and saw the person who is believed to be Fikri's parents running towards him.

"How's our son doing?" ask the adult woman.

Andre was silent without answering the words of the person who was asking him. He was very lazy to answer especially when at home Fikri even impressed accused him of a no-no. Not seeing any sign that Andre would answer, the two chose to sit there. They think that his son is still in the IGD room because Andre is sitting there.