Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

The Rose and Kyai Usman

"Come, please, sweet boy, whose name is.??" said the man opening the door of his shop.

"Roses sir, if the father who.??" said the Rose.

"Call me Mr. Usman yes" said the man carrying the Lastri and Rose madam to a pile of school uniforms.

"Oh, the clothes are nice.!!", said the Rose pointing to excitement.

Pastri just smiled to see the Roses were very happy this time.

"Sir how much..??" said Pastri took a uniform for the Rose.

"This is it.??, the bag is not .??, this is his shoes, books and other equipment" said Mr. Usman.

"Yeah sir mayh, we really need it" said Mr Lastri.

Roses go around and stop at the bookcase of short letter collections.

He was seen reading the surah in a soft tone. Not aware Mr. Usman is interested in reading the Rose.

"Roses can read the quran.??" asked Mr. Usman wrapped up his lastri groceries.

"Alhamdulillah sir, a little bit" said Mr. Lastri took the wallet from his bag.

"Buk buy this yes.??" said Rose brought a book reading a short surah.

"In addition to this, how much is it sir.??" said Mbak Lastri thrusting the book that the Rose wants.

"No need, I sincerely give it to the Rose, hopefully useful" said Mr. Usman refused the money given by lastri.

"Don't say sir, we buy instead of asking" said the glass-faced Lastri felt pitied by Mr. Usman.

"Look, how about this money I receive only part of it, let's just say I give a discount, and as a condition, I ask Roses to study in my Tpq, how..??", said Mr. Usman.

"Alhamdulillah, thank you sir, Rose really wants to learn to teach" said Mbak Lastri while crying.

"Alhamdulillah, tomorrow afternoon I wait in the mosque yes Roses" said Mr. Usman stroking the hair of the Roses.

"Thank you sir", said Rose with joy.

"Let's Mr. Usman, we say goodbye, assalammualaikum", said mbk Lastri.

"Walaikumsalam" said Mr. Usman.

Mr. Usman shed tears, and wiped them.

He was pityed with Roses and Lastri's Mother.

Its existence is not accepted in society.

It's not their fault they live in that house.

Rose innocent child, astagfirullah, mumbled Mr. Usman in heart.

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That afternoon, the rose was ready to go to the mosque.

Roses leave when the women of the big house are busy preparing and making up for the night and Roses come home when the guests are crowded inside. No one noticed their departure from home.

Pastri is very happy when Roses wear the hijab, but he soon realizes that it is fatal if the mother finds out that the Roses are veiled.

"Honey, the hijab put a bag yes, later if you have until the new mosque is in use" said Mbak Lastri removing the Rose hijab.

"Why buk..??" said the Rose did not understand.

"Later even mami can not let us go out of the house again, mami will be angry again how..??" said mbak Lastri trying to find the right reason.

"But the red rose is veiled like an ibuk" said Mawar lowered his head.

"Later if the Rose is big, mother herself who put the hijab for the Rose yes" said Mbak Lastri comforting the Rose.

The rose started to smile and nod.

"The son of my mother is a pinter, let's go.!!", said mbak Lastri kissed the forehead of the Rose and rushed to the mosque to meet Mr. Usman.

Roses are very carefree walking with Pastri.

He never walked outside the courtyard of a large house.

"Oh, that's Mr. Usman!!", cried the Rose made all mother's mothers turn to him.

"Sir Kyai, why is there a child here anyway.???", ketus a mother of one of Usman's students.

"He's a Rose, he's going to teach here too" said Mr. Usman.

Pastri gave greetings to other mothers, but only got a sneer from them and a cynical look, many also immediately turned their faces away.

"Can't dong sir, later our children contracted the sin again" said one woman.

"Astagfirullah, it is not good like that buk, the degree of someone is only God who determines, we are actually the same, sinful humans" said Mr. Usman advising the mother there.

"Yes, if Pak Kyai still wants to teach him, we better move.

Anyway if he comes we go straight away, yes not ibuk ibuk...??" said one woman loudly.

"Yes sir Kyai, it is better for my child to teach outside the child's teaching hours" said a woman taking her child home, followed by all the women there.

Only Roses, Pastri and Mr. Usman remain.

"Astagfirullah, forgive ya buk" said pa Usman.

"What's wrong, Mr. Kyai, we're used to the spicy words of people" said the glass-tinted Lastri trying to toughen up for the Roses.

"Yes, let's start teaching the Roses" said Mr. Usman let them sit.

The sound of the chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an was heard in the courtyard of the mosque.

The sound of the Rose and Mr. Usman mutually mengerdut sahutan with merdunya.

Pastri's brother who saw him shed tears.

His favorite rose was finally able to learn and teach.

May God protect you, son, muttered Pastri in heart.