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With moderate speed, Vishnu drove his personal car splitting the streets paved this city. The atmosphere was still clear at six o'clock and on a Sunday like this. It is not a working day, so it is natural that the stretch is still visible in the corners of the place. Perhaps the residents of this city chose to stay indoors, resting their bodies after a week of energy they were forced to work.
The typical cold of the rainy city is also very felt to hug the body, even though the AC in this car is in off mode, but still, the cold is felt to penetrate the pores of the skin.
"Beautiful sister, why was beautiful sister silent? Pretty sister has a toothache?"
While biting the toast with peanut butter, Citra who sat on the back bench slightly leaned her body towards Jenar who was sitting next to Vishnu. The little girl was a little astonished because from earlier this beautiful sister was just silent.
Jenar tried to chuckle softly in order to disguise her indecency this morning. Because actually, Jenar's mind is focused on something.
"No Honey. Jenar is not having a toothache. Jenar's sister is fine."
"But why was the beautiful sister from earlier silent?"
Jenar turned her head towards the side where Citra's cute face was. Jenar also tried to keep smiling while gently rubbing the tip of the head of this little girl.
"So, you're just a little sleepy, darling."
"Oh sleepy?" The image momentarily paused his speech and turned towards the papa who was focusing on his wheel. "Papa, pretty brother bought anything so don't be sleepy anymore."
Vishnu just laughed at the babbling of his daughter. It turns out that Citra is one of the children who are easily sensitive to the circumstances around it. Jenar was used to talk a lot of things when with Citra, but this morning he was a little silent. It was none other than and not because the girl still felt very guilty about Arya's escape. He thought if at that time he did not immediately tell that he held the evidence, surely Arya could be immediately arrested. Many times Vishnu gave the understanding that Jenar did not need to think about it, but again the girl felt very guilty.
"Ummmm.... What do we buy? Imagery no idea?"
Vishnu said while stopping the speed of his car when the traffic light turned red. The image seemed to sweep his gaze outwards and the girl caught something.
"Papa, let's just buy that beautiful sister. It looks good."
Citra's index finger pointed towards a mother and a boy about seven years old who was peddling her wares. Vishnu looked at the mother and child who were selling to know Sumedang. Without a second thought, Vishnu lowered his car glass and called the seller.
"Let's know Sumedang sir. One plastic is five thousand. How much are you gonna buy?"
Not only Vishnu, Jenar who had already dissolved in his own mind also linked his gaze to the seller to know Sumedang. There is a speck of pangs if you see how a mother who fought desperately to become the backbone of the family. No exception to this mother. At the age of half a century, he still looks eager to peddle processed foods on the road. Yes, it is far more honorable than begging. Not felt, one crystal clear circle, escaped from the eye fertilizer of Jenar.
"I bought everything you brought. How many ma'am in total?"
The seller's mother knew that Sumedang looked shocked and half dead when she heard the words of Vishnu. "M-I'm not kidding, right?"
Vishnu shook his head while smiling knot. "Not at all, ma'am. I'll buy all the merchandise you brought. How much total?"
Vishnu reached into his pants pocket and happened to have three thousand sets of money in there. "This is for Mom, the change please take it."
"God, thank you very much, sir. Thank you." Thank you."
"Together Mum."
Traffic lights change color. Vishnu again continued his journey to an art building where the event will be held closed that year.
"Well, Jen, eat! Don't forget to use the cayenne pepper. I'm sure after this you're no longer sleepy."
At a glance, Vishnu stared at the face of this forty-year-old man. And he also received this gift of Vishnu. "Thank You Sir."
"Papa, why did Papa just buy all the seller's mother's merchandise?"
"It's okay, honey. Papa only hopes that, with Papa buying the mother's merchandise, the mother and her son can immediately rest at home. Or maybe there are also those who are waiting for the return of the mother at home, so that she can directly meet with the people who wait for her at the house dear."
"Oh, like that, Pa? But if Papa buys everything, Papa also spends a lot of money. Isn't that wasteful?"
Vishnu shook his head. It seems that it must provide an understanding to Citra about the concept of alms. Hopefully later this daughter does not become a stingy or miserly person.
"What Papa did just now doesn't include waste, dear. Precisely from the money we have, there are some that become rights like the mother, therefore it does not matter if we spend a lot of money but can help the mother earlier. And one thing Citra must know, the more we often help small traders like the mother, then we will get a change that many times over from God, dear."
"Oh yeah? Why is that so Pa? Wouldn't it be if we spent money, the money we have so less huh? But why did it grow into so many?"
"Try asking the pretty sister, why can it be like that?"
Sure enough, Citra again linked her gaze to Jenar to ask for an explanation. "Why can it be like that pretty sister?"
Jenar just smiled knots in front of Citra while menoel the tiny nose of this little girl. "That's because the mathematical concepts that Citra learned in school differ greatly from the concept of alms commanded by God Dear."
"Different how beautiful sister?"
"If the concept of mathematics, if we have something then given to others will certainly be reduced and can even be exhausted. While this concept of alms is different. Belonging to us may indeed be reduced, but actually we are saving charity that we can later use as a provision in the next life, dear. So actually the money given by papa to the seller earlier, will later return to papa again but in the form of a charity scale of kindness."
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