BABE JADULKU
Season 2 Part 35
...* My dear (not ) My dear...
The following month, there was already an entry fund for the salaries of four teachers. Bang Parlindungan and three adopted children can be paid from the district government. I do not know from which post the regent took, but the father of education asked to make a special account of the school.
"Good night Master, this month's salary has entered, the number of five million, divided by four teachers, one million two hundred and fifty each," I reported to my husband jokingly. Until now Bang Parlindungan is still handed over to me if the bank business.
"Yes, already, here the money," said Bang Parlin, at that time, students teach Bang Parlin again busy studying, three adopted children Bang Parlin who teach them.
The room was only two, but the teachers were four, each of the teachers taught students ten to fifteen. One room is sealed in two, be four locales with four teachers.
"Where can be taken these nights, Bang, Monday can be," I said again. Because it just so happened that night was Saturday night.
"Use our money first, Deck," said Bang Parlin. The nearest ATM in our area is up to twenty-five kilometers away, and even ATMs often run out of money.
When the disciples had all returned home, Bang Parlin called out to his three adopted children.
"Look, we got a salary from the government, last month the honor was still six hundred thousand, now it has gone up, so a million and a half," said Bang Parlin.
"One million two hundred and fifty, Bang," as I was later, I was afraid that Bang Parlin had mispronounced.
"No, a million and a half" said Bang Parlin.
"But all five million, Bang, for four, of course one million two hundred fifty, how the hell, need another calculator," I protested.
"Yes, Dek, one million and a half times three, four million and a half, five hundred to buy chalk and school operations" said Bang Parlin.
"So, Brother ?"
"From the beginning it was not paid,"
"Ah, brother, how could that be," I said. It feels unfair, Bang Parlin's time was tired so but did not receive a salary.
"Bang, you're not as rich as you used to be, you know napa ?" connect again.
"Second, we are still enough, rich is enough, are we lacking ?" ask husband.
"Dec, the rich man who is actually a pretty man, let his house be simple, his vehicle is just a motor, if he feels enough, that's the rich man, on the contrary, the poor man is the one who is lacking, even if the car is ten, the house is hundreds of hectares, if he still feels less, he is a poor person, for example, the village head, already rich, palm oil is broad, uh, money was corrupted,"
"Hey, Bang, where I've been grafting money," I became a sewot, instead of lecturing.
"Opps, I'm sorry, Dek, you're wrong to say, you mean, that old village chief, who's been imprisoned,"
"Eat him, Bang, carefully speaking, a little wrong, the difference is far, the former village chief brother said, do not the village chief, if the village chief, me, Bang," I said later.
Three adopted children Bang Parlin giggled, maybe they felt funny with our chat.
Finally Bang Parlin gave the teacher's salary of one and a half million each, Bang Parlin still insistent on not receiving a salary, the three adopted children of Bang Parlin was visibly moved.
"Bang Parlin is my idol, because of Bang Parlin, I got stuck, therefore, I took a salary of only six hundred thousand, after all, we are single, we also work in oil palm plantations, and so on, I leave nine hundred thousand for Bang Parlin, if Bang Parlin does not want to accept, just use it for school welfare, buy a bench and others," said one of Bang Parlin's adopted children.
Lah, in other places people struggle for money, to corruption, cheating and robbing, here, even this way, Bang Parlin does bring a positive aura. His kindness can be contagious. Amazing my husband.
Finally it was agreed, their salary was only six hundred thousand a month, the rest was saved for later use when there was a school need or what.
Month Rabiul Awal arrived, one of the teachers njai proposed our school to hold a commemoration of the prophet maulid. Bang Parlin welcomed the proposal, the cost will be taken from the tuition cash.
In this village, said the parents of the disciples there has never been a warning maulid prophet. Because the school has just been there. Bang Parlin looked very excited, he went down directly to train the disciples to do the show. There is a speech race, a short surah race. Azan competition and Islamic art competition.
I've trained my two children, Ucok will marhaban, while Butet I've trained poultice. The judges are the village clerics.
The show has already begun, but the Ustadz we invited as speakers has not yet arrived. When he called, he said he would be there in an hour. The event also began.
It was Ucok's turn, his schedule would be marhaban, but, Ucok seemed nervous, his hands were shaking, I did not know it turned out Ucok stage fright. Well, can you put this shame on me, village chief's son, how is that ?
Bang Parlin took the stage, he whispered to Ucok, I don't know what he whispered.
"Assalaamu'alaikum, the fathers of all the ladies and gentlemen, I used to want a marhaban, but Dad said, be yourself, I'm not good at marhaban, I asked for flute," said Ucok.
Duh, my son, why ask for a flute ? I saw Bang Parlin sitting beside Me, he stood up and ran into the house, and then came again with a flute in hand, Bang Parlin took the flute to the stage and gave it to Ucok. I remember when Bang Parlin was forced to take the stage, he asked for a flute. The father and son are the same.
Ucok played the flute, his voice was haggling, he and Bang Parlin were used to playing the flute if it disturbed the cow. Then Ucok sang.
"The twelve days of Monday, Rabaul the beginning of the name, the month, the year of the elephant his name is the year, born a noble man, he is Muhammad the messenger of God." so the lyrics of the song Ucok, so, his tone as Bang Parlin used to sing, gibberish.
Without feeling my tears dripping, the audience also looked silent, but had started to sound ridicule because Ucok was nervous. My son looks like his father. Ucok continue playing flute, the audience fell silent. Only the sound of his flute is heard.
"That's my son" said Bang Parlin, applauding after Ucok was finished.
"What's the whisper of him ?" tanyaku later.
"Abang just said, if you can't be marhaban, don't force it, be yourself, do what you can."
"Oh, you know, I deserved it" I said as I clapped, "that's my son too" I said later.
Ustadz had not come yet, but the next event was Ustadz's lecture, we became agitated, his Ustadz phone was not appointed, finally after many times called, the Ustadz apologized not to come, so he did not come, he didn't want to mention the reason, that's all, he didn't come.
We become foggy, this village is a plantation area, no one can be a preacher.
"Well, I'm Ustadz pande's talk" Ucok told his father.
"Yes too, yes, Bang, there replace the ustadz," I said later.
Bang Parlin then go on stage, I deg-degan, we'll be laughed at.
"Assalamu'alaikum, because our Ustadz is not coming, I will replace it" said Bang Parlin.
"Huhuhu," came a mocking cry from the ranks of the mothers.
After the greetings and opening speech, Bang Parlin was silent for a moment, I don't know what he was thinking, what theme he would take. Bang Parlin actually told me about us, about me who gave a salary to teachers, about three young men who refused to be paid a lot, just transportation money. But Bang Parlin didn't tell me about him.
"What are the lessons we learn from my story ? The world still has great people, in the midst of the capitalist era, there is still a great man, he is my wife and my three adopted children, my adopted son used to steal palm, he said, now he is a master teacher, the world is turning, so the fathers of all mothers, let us compete in goodness" said Bang Parlin, greeted by applause from the audience. I was relieved that my husband was not shy.
After Bang Parlin finished the lecture, suddenly two men took to the stage and snatched the microphone from the host's hands. I know these two men. They were the confidants of the old village chief who was already in prison.
"Brothers, this school has tarnished the good name of Islam, the good name of religion, three teachers have molested female students, we have evidence" one said aloud.
Well, what a fitnah let alone this.
"Show me the evidence, who's the son ?" exclaim someone.
"We can't possibly expose it here, but we have evidence, for you Parlin and Nia who have slandered the village chief, remember, karma prevails. He said as he got off the stage.
. _continuance tomorrow yaaa_
