My father's charm
Chapter 19 - Alka Helping Shireen

Two months have passed....

Alka these few weeks are very busy, in addition to taking care of her children she is also busy with workshops that are increasingly crowded.

The schedule of opening the workshop he put in early, before 8 am now 7 am.

It is not just the schedule of opening a workshop that changes. Public holidays and Sundays also remain in operation with 8-hour workday.

Alka also added 1 employee.

"Dad, it's a holiday. When do we have time to go for a walk? varrel.

"Father will take time to vacation," said Alka.

"Father is rarely at home, I have no playmates" Raline protested.

"You play with Varrel and Sean!" alka Suggestions.

"I don't want to, Aunt Shireen never had time for me. I hate him," pursed his lips.

"Hey, why do you hate him?" Alka looked at her daughter's face.

"Tante Shireen always gives an excuse to bring food here" he replied.

"Yes, maybe he's busy" Alka said.

"Busy every day?" ask Raline.

Alka couldn't answer it

"Dad!" call Raline.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Let's meet mom, I'll take her to play. Why don't you ever come home?" ask Raline.

"Mom's at work, Raline."

"But why never go home? Where's the working mom?" ask again.

"Mother works far away."

"Dad didn't lie, did he?" looking at Alka's face.

"Dad!" call Varrel.

"Yes, Son!" Alka set her eyes on her first son.

"Say people, you're separated" Varrel said.

Alka momentarily fell silent.

"Dad, what did they really say?" ask Varrel.

"Daddy can't tell you yet, but rest assured we as parents love you very much, Raline and Sean," Alka said.

"But I miss you so much" Varrel said.

"Me too, Dad." Raline.

"We must have met my mother" said Alka, trying to smile even though her heart was crying.

"Really, Dad?" ask Varrel.

Alka nodded and hugged her two hearts.

Alka stood up, then walked towards the door. "Don't be naughty, I'm going to the workshop. You can't fight!" his advice.

"Good, Dad." The two spoke simultaneously.

Alka turned on her engine, from the fence a young woman stood while smiling at her.

Yes, she is a child who is now growing up her name is 21-year-old Mitha.

"Morning, Mas Alka!" sapana.

"White as well, what's up, huh?"

"I want to give this to Raline," showed her a bowl of chicken soup.

"Oh, yeah. Inside there was his grandmother just give it to him," said Alka.

"Good, Mas."

"Thank you, yeah." Alka said, then she left for work.

Mitha nodded. The young woman also called Raline and her name came out with Lilis.

Mitha also invited Raline and Lilis to chat, they were very close because they had long known.

Varrel seemed indifferent to the presence of Mitha and focused on playing with his new toy that had just sent Opa Andi.

Meanwhile, Alka seemed to stop her motorbike on the roadside not far from the workshop. He got down and approached the car that was on strike.

"Can I help you?" ask Alka.

The woman turned to the workshop and was surprised, "Mas Alka!"

"Why your car?" ask Alka.

"I don't know, Mum."

"Can I check it?" requesting clearance.

"Yes, I can." Shireen sidestepped her body.

Alka started checking shortly afterwards and she said, "I have a friend who owns a car repair shop, let his employees come here. It's not too far from here either."

Alka picked up the phone in her pants pocket and called her friend. About 1 minute later, he hung up.

Alka pointed her face at Shireen, "They're coming soon."

Shireen agreed, he sat in the car and Alka sat on the bike.

Waiting for them to play their phones.

Alka looked at the watch in her hand, occasionally turning towards the street.

It has been almost 20 minutes but the workshop workers have not come.

Shireen got out of her car to Alka, "Mas, is it still a long time?" tanyakanya.

"I'll call him again" Alka said.

When he was about to pick up his phone, two workshop employees came.

Alka and Shireen breathed a sigh of relief.

Two employees explained about the damage and would take the car to the workshop. Shireen.

The car was also taken away.

"Mas Alka, thank you" Shireen said.

"Yes, equally. Where are you going?"

"You go to the shophouse, Mas."

"Let me deliver!" Alka offered herself.

"I'm riding a motorcycle, Mas." Shireen.

"Let me deliver," he bargained again.

Shireen nodded, then sat in the back.

Alka gave me the helmet she was wearing, "Wear this, the weather is very hot."

Shireen took it and put it on.

Alka drove her motorcycle to the woman's business.

As soon as he arrived, Shireen got off the bike and tried to open his helmet. "This is how, Mas?" seems difficult.

Alka pointed her hand at the helmet Shireen was wearing, "Sorry!"

Shireen's heart was racing. When the faces of the two were close together and Alka's fingers accidentally touched the skin of her neck.

Slowly opening the helmet, Alka again said an apology.

"I should apologize for bothering Mas Alka" Shireen said.

Alka just smiled faintly.

"What should I do to repay Mas Alka's kindness?" ask Shireen.

"There is no need to retaliate" Alka said.

"I owe you, Mommy."

"Nobody owes you, you don't have to worry" Alka said.

"Thank you again, Mom." Shireen smiled.

"Either. Oh, yeah, Raline always asks you why you never played with her. If you are not busy, take a moment to accompany him," Pinta Alka.

"Good, Mas. I'll spend some time playing with him" Shireen said.

"Thank you, yeah." Alka smiled.

"Today's menu has a message, right?" ask Shireen.

"It."

"All right, I'll drop you off later" Shireen said.

Alka nodded, said goodbye and passed.

Shireen walked towards his direction, "I don't want Mas Alka to misunderstand me if I am always close to children, because when Mas Alka changes the shopping money it makes me hurt.

The employees gave a smile as Shireen entered the business. "What's wrong?" looks surprised.

"Pak Alka's handsome 'yes, Mom." Tapping one of the employees.

"Yes," Shireen replied involuntarily.

"Cieee.. eventually Bu Shireen had a lover," led one of the female employees.

"What the hell are you, anyway?" Shireen cheeks blushing red.

"Say Mr. Alka is now a widower, ma'am." Said the male employee.

"Know where you are?"

"I once delivered Mr. Alka's order while asking the neighbors he said he was a widower" said the man's employee.

"That's it, yes," Shireen pretended to have just found out. Though he already knew that Alka was a widower from Holy Mother who became his catering subscription.

"Don't be long, Mom. Approach the children immediately" said the other employee.

Shireen only laughed lightly while shaking her head.