A couple like any other couple in big cities left their children with a maid while working. The couple's only child, a beautiful three-and-a-half-year-old girl. Alone he was at home and often left his maid because he was busy working in the kitchen. Play with him swinging on the cradle his father bought, or picking flowers and others in his yard. One day he saw a rust nail. And he crossed out the floor where his father's car was parked, but because the floor was made of marble, the graffiti was invisible. He tried again on his father's new car. Yes, because the car is dark in color, then the graffiti is clearly visible. When returning home in the evening, surprised the married couple saw a car that had only been purchased a year with installment payments that were still long paid off. The father who had not yet entered this house continued to scream, "Whose work is this !!!". The housekeeper who was jolted with the scream ran out. He also has a beristighfar. His face was red with fear even more seeing his master's grave face. Once again asked a stern question to him, he kept saying 'I don't know.' Sir," ???? "You're home all day, what are you doing?" Hardik the wife again. 

The boy, who heard his father's voice, suddenly ran out of his room. Spoiledly he said, "Dita who made the picture ayahhh.. Beautiful right!" he said, hugging his father while spoiled as usual. The father who had lost his temper took a small twig from the tree in front of his house, continued to beat him many times into his son's hand. The child who does not understand anything is in pain, pain and fear. Satisfied to hit the palm of the hand, the father also hit the back of his son's hand. While the mother was just quiet, as if to approve and feel satisfied with the punishment imposed, while the maid was just dumbfounded, not knowing what hrs did. The father long enough to hit his right hand and then change his son's left hand. 

After the father entered the house followed by the mother, the maid held the little boy, taking him to the room. He was aghast at the palm and back of the little boy's hand wounded and bleeding. The housekeeper bathed the little boy. While dousing her with water, she cried. The little boy also screamed with a poignant hold as his wounds were exposed to water. Then the maid put the little boy to sleep. The father deliberately let the child sleep with the housekeeper. The next day, both sides of the child's hands were swollen. The maid complained to her employer. ? "Just apply the medicine!" replied the boy's father. 

Coming home from work, he didn't notice the little boy who was spending time in the maid's room. The father is said to want to teach his son a lesson. Three days passed, the father never visited his son while the mother did too, although every day asked the maid. "Dita fever, Ma'am"... The assistant's answer was brief. "Love to drink panadol aja," replied the mother. Before the mother entered the bedroom she visited her maid's room. When he saw his son Dita in the arms of the maid, he closed the door again. Entering the fourth day, the maid told her master that Dita's body temperature was too hot. "We'll take you to the clinic in the afternoon. "At 5 o'clock it's ready," the master said. Until such time as the weak child is taken to the clinic. 

Doctors ordered that he be taken to the hospital because his condition was seriously difficult. After a few days in hospital the doctor called the father and mother of the child. "There is no choice," said the doctor who proposed that both of the child's hands be cut off because the pain was too? severe. "It was festering, in order to save his life, both hands had to be cut from the elbow down," the doctor said. The father and mother seemed to be affected by the lightning to hear those words. It felt like the world stopped spinning, but what could be said again. 

The mother roared embracing the child. With a heavy heart and the melt of his wife's tears, the father shook his hand signing the surgical consent letter. Out of the surgical room, after the injected anesthetic ran out, the child cried in pain. He was also astonished to see his hands wrapped in white gauze. He look at his mother and mother's face. Then to the maid's face. He frowned at the sight of them all crying. 

In the torment of enduring pain, the child sounded in tears. "Father. mother... Dita won't do it again... Dita doesn't want to hit me anymore... Dita doesn't want to be evil anymore... Dear Dita dad... Dear mother ", she said repeatedly made the mother fail to hold back her sadness." Dita also love Mbok Narti.." he said looking at the maid's face, as well as making the woman roar hysterically. "Father. Return Dita's hand. For what it was taken. Promised ... I'm not going to do it again!??? How does Dita want to eat later ?...? How dita wants to play later ?...? Dita promised not to doodling the car again," he said repeatedly. 

It felt like the mother's heart was dislodged at her son's words. Roaring? He is as strong as he is, but the destiny that has happened is that no man can hold him back. Rice has become porridge. In the end the beautiful boy continued his life without both hands and he still did not understand why his hand still had to be cut despite his apologies.