Halal Me With Your Parent's Ridho

67. You Hurt My Son

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When we step forward, leaving all the burdens behind mengikhlaskan all that happens step we feel very light. Nothing burdensome our feet when stepping, making peace with the circumstances and accepting all that is destined turns out to be the best thing we can do. As bad as - bad as the things outlined by God are probably the best thing for us.

Ihklas and grateful are two sides of the currency that can not be separated from each other and complement. There is not a single decree that He has set upon us without the purpose and purpose behind it. It's just that we how to respond and interpret, is not the rainbow coming after the rain .......

This morning as usual, Tari left early because he wanted to prepare the craft materials that will be taught this morning. It was clay to make animal sculpture, which he got from Pak Lan yesterday afternoon. He put his backpack in the office first before finally getting down to the classroom where he teaches.

" Assalamualaikum "The thing he always said when he entered the room even though there was no one there.

The atmosphere of the class was still neat, he immediately swept the floor and tidied up some benches. While the craft materials he brought he prepared on the teacher's desk and then divided it into several places that have been prepared. After feeling enough, then he immediately rushed to the courtyard to greet the disciples who had come. Standing on the terrace while watching the students who were playing in the yard.

" Assalamualaikum Bu Tari, "

" Jihan Walaikumsalam, Ma'am ...... "

" Yes Ma'am Dance, I'm Titi Jihan yes. "

" Comey Ma'am, "

" Li Bu Tari. "

One - one by one the school students of the play group (KB) came among their parents. Some teachers have also come and they are mostly in the yard or on the terrace. Waiting for students - students who are mostly active on the page before the lesson begins.

" Assalamualaikum Bu Tari, "

Dance turned to the voice that called out to her, appearing to be a sweet little girl led by a middle-aged woman. The dance approached her with a helping hand from the little girl who shook her hand and kissed her.

These past few days, the middle-aged woman had always met him. Otherwise in the morning he will come at school. It's just a coincidence or it was intentional because he came with his grandson who also attended school here. They say hello like Master and the parents of the students there is no special thing they talk about.

" Jasmine Walaikumsalam. Let's go in first, the bag is put on Jasmine's shelf huh. Don't forget the same answer first. "

" Any teacher. " The little girl answered with her hands on her head as if she were being respectful.

The middle-aged woman who was with Jasmine, looked at her heartily as if there was something she wanted to convey. Dari knows it, just reviewing a smile at him.

" Yanguti Jasmine, want to wait for nopo directly dangsul ? "

" I'm going straight home Mom, pick up Jasmine. " Say the middle-aged woman as she passed away.

" Anggeh Yanguti Jasmine, ngatos - atos wangsule. "

" Li Bu Tari, Assalamualaikum "

" Anggeh, Walaikumsalam "

The middle-aged woman walked away from Dari, in fact she wanted to ask something but there was a sense of doubt in her heart. But when he came to the gate he turned and walked towards the dance that was still in its place.

" Mum Dance. "

" Anggeh Yanguti Jasmine wonten nopo ? "

" Can I ask you a question ? "

" Anggeh, Monggo Yanguti Jasmine. "

" Samplean, don't you remember me ? "

The middle-aged woman, seemed so excited when she asked Tari. Which only answered nods only by Dance.

" I remember Yanguti Jasmine since the first meeting in ndalem Kiyai Baharuddin. "

" Why doesn't sampean remind me, if it's Khodijah sampean ? "

Teng ..... teng ..... teng .......

The sound of the school bell has come in.

" Ngapunten ngeh Yanguti Jasmine, the school has entered. My Monggo should be ready soon. "

Dance immediately left the middle-aged woman, who was still standing glued to her place. While Tari was getting ready - ready to help the students - her students lined up preparing to do the morning gymnastics they always did before starting the lessons in the morning.

The middle-aged woman simply stared at Dari from a distance, her memory going back to a few years ago. When he first met the girl, he was very young. His body was small, thin and dry, his skin was black, although his face was quite sweet but still could not take his heart.

Moreover, her family background was clear - she obviously could not afford it.

Compared upside down now the girl he had hated was transformed into a beautiful and graceful woman. Even the first time he saw her in Ndalem Kiyai Baharuddin he thought that she was Ning who might just be the daughter of one of Kiyai. The girl turned into a graceful girl when she completely changed her.

There was regret in her heart, when she saw the present Dance. Unthinkable to him the girl he had rejected a few years ago now became like this.

The study hours were over half an hour ago, Tari was still busy tidying up her classes. Put some props and books back in place. Being a play-level teacher has its own privileges for him, which spawns extra patience.

Once it felt clean enough for his class, he immediately closed the door walking up to the teacher's room. In the teacher room the atmosphere was already quiet, only a few people remained.

" Mommy Dance hasn't come home yet ? "

" This is Mom getting ready. "

" Let me first Ma'am. "

" Monggo Ma'am. "

He immediately stuffed some of those books into his backpack. Then walk out after saying goodbye to some people who are still there. Walk down the stairs, through the hallway to the courtyard. He was a little shocked when the middle-aged woman approached him.

"Assalamualaikum Bu Dance. "

" Walaikumsalam Yanguti Jasmine. "

" Enggeh Yanguti Jasmine. "

" We're looking for a place where we can talk more comfortably Ms. Dance. "

" Monggo Yanguti Jasmine's. "

Dance for a moment thinking it would be nice if she followed the woman's will. The woman walked in front of Tari, walking out through the gate of the school area. Crossing towards the front of the school area, which lined many restaurants and cafes today. This school complex is located in the suburbs but the area is quite crowded.

Dance just followed the middle-aged woman behind her back, walking into a fairly crowded fried chicken shop. The middle-aged woman, approached the table where there was a woman with a little girl who was eating. Even the woman next to the little girl was unceasingly looking at him from the first moment she entered.

" Mum Dance "Call the girl who is eating while being fed to the woman next to her who may be her mother.

" Assalamualaikum "

" Walaikumsalam "

" Monggu Bu Dance. "

Dance chose to sit in front of Jasmine, while the middle-aged woman sat next to her.

" Want to order Ma Tari first ? "

" I'm sorry that I'm in need. " The rejection is subtle, because every day he fasts more like today.

" You remember me ? " Ask the woman who was feeding the little girl beside him.

" Of course, Mrs Denti. " Reply Dance while looking at the woman named Denti.

" Jasmine talks about you a lot, but I didn't expect that Miss Dance that Jasmine was talking about was you. It's been a long time teaching here, Karin, during the report, why don't I see you ? "

" Mum Mang Dance the Best. " Say the little girl and give her two thumbs.

" About 8 months Ma'am, my reporting time accompanied the principal to become off duty in class. "

" You changed once Khodijah, I was surprised not to think that it was you. "

Dance only answered him with a smile on her face. Actually he was a little uncomfortable, because in the middle of the people who used to hurt him. Not that he holds a grudge, but it feels like he is not that familiar until he has to eat together like now. Moreover, he did not know the purpose and purpose of these two people to invite him to eat together. Hopefully there is nothing difficult for him as Tari thought.

" Khodijah's mother apologized, "The woman clasped Dance's hand on the table and looked at her heartily.

" God willing I have forgiven Njengan Yanguti. "

" Have you met Setyo yet ? "

" It's Mbak. "

" Setyo is stepping down from his engagement to Lenni, for the next 6 months. " The middle-aged woman looked far away at the worry in her words, paused her sentence and then exhaled.

" Did he ask you to come back to him ? " Say back.

Dddrrrttt .... ddrrttt.

Dari's mobile phone rang, immediately he took the phone that was in the front pocket of his backpack. He saw the screen saw the contact of the friend who was contacting him, immediately he shifted to the green button.

📞 Assalamualaikum

📞 Walaikumsalam

📞 Mbak Dance where ?

📞 I'm having a need Dah, what's wrong ?

📞 In a moment we leave for the layover house mbak, mbak Tari come or not ?

📞 I have a need, I don't seem to be coming today.

📞 Yes already heart - heart mbak, Assalamualaikum.

📞 Yes, Walaikumsalam.

Dance put her phone back in her front pocket back in her backpack. The person sitting with him was waiting for the answer to the middle-aged woman's question.

" I'm sorry about Yanguti, from a friend. "

" We must apologize for disturbing you, until - until you have to cancel your event. "

" He ever asked you back ? " The middle-aged woman repeated the same question.

For a moment Tari inhaled a deep breath - deep, then blew slowly.

" Anggeh, but I rejected it. "

" I'm sure you rejected it. "

" It's best for both of us, it's a decision that won't hurt anyone. "

" But you hurt my son. " The middle-aged woman replied with her eyes glazed over with glass.

Connect .......

Assalamualaikum, th,

Thank you for the appreciation of the readers, sorry for the erratic schedule up 🙏, Just did not want to continue the story of Dance because it arrived - suddenly the feeling was lost 😓, just, but Thank God the end - the end is coming - suddenly can feel back. Place likes and comments yes, 🤭

May we always be given health benefits and kept away from the plague that is sweeping. 🥰🥰