The Babysitter Belongs to the Duda
Overturned

Grandma Fikri was very angry with the behavior of her son and daughter-in-law to prefer to expel them. He did not want the brain of his innocent grandson to be contaminated with unreasonable activities in this house. Moreover, Grandma Hulim was informed that the child and daughter-in-law were indeed used to having parties like this at home every one month.

His anger was really on the verge of the article they partied when Fikri was sick. If it is true that their parents would prefer to keep the child in the hospital rather than having a party like this.

"Prepare all your clothes and belongings. I don't want this house that I built with great difficulty to be used for useless things like this" Grandma Hulim said, expelling her son and daughter-in-law.

They both gaped in disbelief hearing the words of Grandma Hulim. Amidst the still thin consciousness, the two stared at each other as if planning something. There's no way they're just gonna let this happen. Previously they had predicted that one day his behavior would be known to the mother.

The house is still in the name of Grandma Hulim which will later be given to the grandson. Moreover, this house was built on the hard work of Grandma Hulim and her late husband. Even all his business which is now managed by his son and daughter-in-law is still on his behalf. In fact, he had secretly diverted everything on behalf of the grandson but was still in the process.

"Campus you.." exclaimed Mama Fikri while taking an urn that was behind him.

Mama Fikri lifted the jar made of ceramic up and wanted to smash it on Grandma Hulim. Hulim's grandmother stared in disbelief at what her daughter-in-law was doing. Especially if the jar hit it would certainly make him wretched or even killed on the spot.

While Nadia and other ART who witnessed this incident suddenly dazed. Just know if all this time there are people who deliberately do something to eliminate people's lives. Though clearly Grandma Hulim is their mother, even Papa Fikri was just silent as if supporting his wife's actions.

Aaaa...

Prangs....

Arrghhh....

Everything was gawking in disbelief with the incident so fast. Nadia, Grandma Hulim, and ART looked up at the top of the stairs as they all came from there. It turns out that there is Fikri, Alan, and Arnold who hold a toy gun that can be filled with water or something else.

The three shot the liquid inside the toy gun into Mama Fikri's eyes making him slip and his vision blurred. Moreover, the contents in the toy psitol turned out to be chili sauce mixed with water. When it was out of focus because his vision was blurred and spicy in his eyes, Mama Fikri dropped the jar that he was about to throw at Grandma Hulim.

"Arrrggghhh... Pain pa" exclaimed Mama Fikri screaming in pain.

The jar that fell was broken so that the glass fragments scattered and hit Mama Fikri's leg. Even Mama Fikri was already screaming in pain making her husband directly carry her. Moreover, his wife's legs were bleeding with eyes that closed.

"Lacaine... Akana adi olang ahat-ahat" exclaimed Alan from the top of the stairs.

Even the three of them have displayed their songg face because they feel they have succeeded in overcoming crime. But Fikri's eyes look sad, there is a feeling of happiness and sadness when both parents do not even look at him at all. In fact, they want to get rid of the grandmother who will accompany him.

Sure enough when they came out with the weapon, the three saw Mama Fikri about to hurt Grandma Hulim. Just contact with the origin they fired the gun at Mama Fikri and hit the target in silence.

Nadia and Grandma Hulim are so proud of their willingness to help those closest to them. Even Papa Fikri who was about to take his wife to the hospital looked up the stairs first. He stared intently at his son with a look of hatred making Fikri jerk.

"Don't look at my brother like that. What should be hated is that you two, you human beings have no heart" Arnold exclaimed.

Arnold couldn't accept anyone staring at Fikri like that. Moreover, there is a fire of revenge from the adult man to the child. Even Grandma Hulim who still could not believe what happened just now immediately realized then looked at her son.

"Don't look at my granddaughter like that. Realize Hasan, he's your son and I'm your mother. You're like this because of blinded love to your wife. The treasure I have will never be yours. It's free for you to work day and night because I'm going to give this to a charitable foundation" Grandma Hulim joked with a little lie.

Hulim's grandmother wouldn't let them know if Fikri would take all her property. Surely they'll go after his granddaughter who doesn't even know anything. Papa Fikri named Hasan was staring in disbelief towards his mother as well as his wife immediately opened her eyes to hear the words of the mother.

"I'm a mother's son, why are you doing all this? The one who should be entitled to all this is me, not a charitable foundation" Papa Hasan said.

"Your demeanor is what makes me give this treasure to a charitable foundation" said Granny Hulim indifferently.

"Already, mas. We don't need to hear what your mother said, so it's better to take me to the hospital right away because my legs and eyes hurt. We think of other ways to take it" said Mama Fikri began to influence her now-silent husband.

In his mind, Papa Hasan immediately continued his departure by holding his wife. He would not let his wife be in pain for longer and left his mother and son disappointed with his decision.

"Hazan... Go as far as possible because your freedom only ends here. The handsome Arnold called the police and waited for you in front" Granny Hulim shouted.

Papa Hasan and his wife who had been on the verge of the exit were certainly surprised because they did not see anyone reporting to the police. Sure enough, when the two of them were still standing rigidly by the door of the house there were four policemen who came and immediately arrested the two.

"Notkk....".

"I don't want to go to jail, Mom".

The shout was only considered the wind by Grandma Hulim because her heart was numb to their actions. While Fikri carefully came down from the stairs then hugged his grandmother while crying.