Village Girl Journey
The Part 20

Late at night, a woman dressed in a boxed shirt fell asleep in the passenger seat quietly.

Ayu's face and smoothness emanated when he was asleep, with a man next to him who was none other than the figure of Inara's helper, Pak Bagas.

Yes they are on their way to the city of bogor where Inara will live with her child and her new life.

Inara has told of her being expelled and being pregnant with her ex-boyfriend's child, Mr. Bagas can only help give her a place to stay.

"Nak wake up, we are close and will arrive" muttered Mr. Bagas slowly waking him up!

"Euggh, Ahh yes sir sorry sleep pales so much, Ara because he can not sleep as soundly as this from yesterday" he said hoarse.

"Yes from now on you sleep well in that place" smiled Mr. Bagas.

"Yes again thank you very much you are willing to help me, I do not know what kind of return I give to the Father?!" inara's gaze was more serious.

"You don't need to be reciprocated, you just be yourself and take care of your child as best you can. Okay!"

"Down, we have arrived" Invite Mr. Bagas.

Small and simple clean house is also neat, located on the side of the road is one meter more with other houses. One word Inara said as she entered into it 'Nyaman'.

Inara looked at the contents, the main room and guest room of the kitchen were neat and a place to eat nearby, inara's eyes immediately glazed glass of simple dreams turned out to be someone else who realized not the person Inara loved let alone the figure of the husband.

"Do you like the place, son?!" Ask Mr. Bagas.

"It's convenient and I really like, Is this your real home?" ask Inara.

"It was my son's house, he recommended it like this. Since he moved places and schools he rarely came here, maybe there was a rose that caught his attention"

Smile Mr. Bagas rose so sweet and soft, he looked around the room fortunately no photos of his family or his son, can be found he did good no meaning.

'Fortunately there was no way Fhoto the wayward child, it turns out that the person your child loved became a victim of the excitement of his ex-girlfriend, who was his friend, I will take care of you from now on because your son wants to study hard so that he gets a position worthy of asking you, said Mr. Bagas staring pity Inara's face.

Yes, Alvino Bagaskara is often called Mr Bagas because he does not like to accentuate themselves in the eyes of those who are greedy and thirsty for position, Mr Bagas knows who Inara is? The person who made his son so much to talk openly with him, because the figure of the father wants to see his son happy then Pak Bagas find out the identity of Inara.

Apparently coming from the village that Mr. Bagas served in this week, he got information from his accomplices that Inara was expelled by the citizens for getting pregnant outside of marriage.

Mr. Bagas was devastated and disappointed. But the journey back to his city he broke because he wanted to listen to the child's statement directly and would pura to help him

But who would have thought Inara needed the help of that person and after the explanation was heard from his person, Mr. Bagas immediately wanted to take care of him until the child was born and brought his son Alvin together with Inara.

***

On the other hand, a mother is lying restlessly on her bed 'you where dear' the inner mother who worries about her child.

Because of the noise next to the eye that was asleep is now open and turned to face the side.

"why haven't slept and continue to emit noise Mr disturbed, fast sleep is already at 2 am"

Mr. Somad jolted his wife even though the voice was weak but he could hurt the wife, Ms. Winda said then she turned to wipe her tears and closed her eyes.

'Hope you don't why my son, may the angel of help be there for you'

Morning singing noisy birds can make the figure of the mother forget the incident a week ago, he was busy struggling in the kitchen where concocting food.

"Well there's a phone call, pick up the old man again for a shave" cried the husband from the front porch.

"Yes" My godmother rushed over and turned off the stove first, she headed to the living room table and saw her tablecloth ringing and vibrating in its place.

He did not immediately lift it and even pecked at the name 'Bah Ahmad' with the rest of his life Mr. Somad took a hp held by his wife raised it in a friendly voice as it did not happen anything.

"Hallo, Assalamualikum?!" I heard greetings from there.

"Ya Waalikumusalam" replied Mr. Somad blaringly.

"Where's it going in the village?"

"Allhamdulillah very good, gimna opposite there?"

"Allhamdulillah well too, oh he Mad kenpa Inara has not been here school has entered is he healthy?" Abah asked with a worried tone.

"emm sorry I have not told you yes from yesterday because I was very busy in the field, Inara said he did not feel at home there that he wanted to stay here again with me and his mother" said Mr. Somad as calmly as possible.

"How about the school responsibility dong, his friends also miss him a lot" said Mr. Ahmad.

"Just take it out for a reasonable reason, because I also do not want to be far from our only daughter. It's up to the important brother Inara does not want to go back there again" replied Pak somad at length.

"where does Aranya let me do the talking"

"It just so happens that Ara was out this morning to the market with his Mom" explained Mr. Somad again.

"Yes yes Waalaikumusalam"

Mr. Ahmad slammed his old man hard against the wall and was broken into two pieces, he cursed with a shout that echoed in the room wide enough.

"Already sir, you're afraid"

said the wife softly and cried a hiccup in the corner by hugging her knees.

"Are we innocent lying like this sir, fatheraaak" Shouted Miss Winda with red eyes looking at her husband with hate.

"Well, you realize what else we say to them, if we say the truth will also make them embarrassed and angry, who will be hurt more?"

Ask Mr. Somad by embracing his wife wrapped with the same sadness. Mr. Somad had no other choice, he lied to Mr. Ahmad for another reason.

"Trus how about our son sir, mamah can not sleep every night remember constantly"

"don't keep in mind we'll get used to her absence, let this be a lesson to her"

"But sir, we may abandon a child who is pregnant. Mama feels a sin"

Mr. Somad did not reply or recite the words of the Wife, he was silent with a difficult gaze to interpret. He turned his back to his wife and left the house not knowing where to go.

Ms. Winda does not remember her unfinished cooking she even cried for the child who left her home and life. 'Quick back son' one word when he moved he was knocked and passed into his room.

***

On the other hand, the town of M wargakusumah school is being held thanks to the welcoming of new teachers.

An 18-year-old boy daydreamed not to listen to the speech in front of him, he daydreamed his girl who had not come to school on the fourth day precisely this Thursday he did not see the person he missed.

A week more no news from him dichat not he reply let alone the phone is not active 'where you Inara, to the house of Mr. Ahmad there is nothing I have to go to your village' the little murmur of an Alvin Bagaskara.

"Al have you been to Mr Ahmad's house yet?" Riyan asked, surprising Alvin who was daydreaming.

"Ahh, it was this morning. There was just no him he said later in the class there was an announcement about Inara" said Alvin with his own eyes.

"What do you think? don't tell me my best friend switched schools Al, but I don't have any friends!" serobot Riyan with his angry face.

"Elo lost temen, I lost my heart in half. Gini way I move again school to bogor or Inara kampungnya all of you" said Alvin as seriously as possible.

They talked without listening to the teacher in front of them. Alvin with his mind was Riyan the same in his troubled mind.

***

In the city of bogor a woman was sorting out fresh vegetables in front of her house, along with other mothers mother acquainted with friendly and polite.

"Yes mom I'm a newcomer to this town, it's my house painted brown, the new guy too?!"

Ask the mother who berkaster blue sea image introduced herself to others including Inara.

"Yes I've been here for over a week" Inara said politely.

"With husband or parents?"

Inara did not immediately answer because he was confused what answer was right for him to say to other mothers.

"Emm with my uncle, just my uncle has a family so do not live with me here" said Inara as polite as possible.

"If it's not wrong, it's Mr. Bagas' house! you're his nephew, right?" said one of Navy's hooded mothers.

"Yes right first if the service in this city, the daughter of his wife and son who is handsome like opa opa often occupies the house" replied another nodding his head in unison.

Inara did not take it seriously he just nodded his head and smiled sweetly, so it was unthinkable that he continued to shift the topic.

"I'm sorry is there a job that requires labor here, like a few houses?!" ask Inara kindly.

"Emm there is no mba, we are all housewives are not offices. there is a heck in front of a banner that needs energy as an OB in the big office ahead there" said one fat mom.

"you do your uncle's job is rich sir bagas that" said another mother's mother again.

"It's not good to keep nicotine bu, it's just upset at home alone right that some houses also like to come in the morning and have finished coming home again" said Inara honestly.

Yes indeed, Mr. Bagas assigned a middle-aged woman to clean up the place just in the morning because Inara refused hard because he was still able to do the other on his own.

Inara was provided with case money by Mr. Bagas for daily needs, because Mr. Bagas would go to his place again once a month. Inara is not suspicious or whatever there are still good people in the present age who are able to take care of his life without any embellishment of the conditions so what.

Inara is determined and promises that one day her child is born she will return the favor to the person who has helped her, and will actively seek money to return what Mr. Bagas gave her.

Sorry if I didn't connect🙏