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The third day I work at school, soon this work period will be over. In the teacher's room, Arhan and I were discussing.

All his grades began to improve with time, he also no lago unplug. I don't know because it's still morning.

"You want to change?" I suddenly asked him.

"Changed into what?" tanya Arhan put her pen in the book.

"So a better person."

"Are you good after me, Papa can take the time to play and listen to my story?"

I shut up first, either answer the question or make him fight I can lose and he will fight more.

"Everyone has a busy life, you can't force someone to always be there and listen to all your complaints. Besides, you'll also know later what's the reason Papa's busy like this."

"Yes, for a future I don't need!" timpal Arhan looked at the book. I see, there are tears dripping down and wetting the book.

"Why say you don't need a future? Everyone needs a future, including you. Do you want to live in endless hardship?"

"Buk Yana won't understand" she sibir raised one of her lips.

"Thank you for me" I said looking at him.

"I need a listener, I need to be asked today why you? What is it today and others. Mom and Dad were always busy with their world. Do they think that if they die, the world will pray for them? Did they forget that the prayers of the sons of Sholeh could help them from the torment of the fires of hell?" asked Arhan excitedly.

I nodded in understanding of Arhan's problems and desires, I let the child pour out his heart.

"I make mistakes always they take the time to scold, yell and fight each other. My turn to achievement, do they care? Say congratulations or accompany me they don't want to!" snapped Arhan. The child's eyes are red and hold back the tears that have been blocked.

He was silent, covering his face with his hands. I stroked the man's hair with a smile.

"Have you?" soft ask. I'm still waiting for him to bring out what's in his heart right now. I want to see how much pain he's feeling.

Arhan looked up, "Buk Yana, I'm sorry if I yelled at Ibuk," he looked at me.

I nodded and smiled, "Father, really. I know what it's like to be you, sometimes a child and a very blind parent whose name is communication. However, few of the old man were aware of it."

"I'm not asking them to give me a life of luxury, I'm not asking them to do everything they do now. I just want them to be able to ask at least, 'How are you?' that's all."

"Arhan. You know what? If the old man is still learning and learning to be a parent, you can not hope with your wishes that the old man should be like this and this. You can't be like that, son, parents are the most difficult role to do, so they have to learn more every day" I explained with patience and caution.

"Yaudah, they shouldn't have to be parents-associated. Don't have kids!" ketus Arhan is standing.

I immediately reflexively stood up and blocked Arhan's hand, "Sorry Papa, son," said someone who had just arrived.

We looked directly at the voice, I knew who he was. Just from the sentence, I can guess that he is Papa Arha.

I took it back and looked at the two people who were now in front of me, Arhan still threw his face in any direction.

The direction did not say anything, he looked not at his Father, "Allah is forgiving of His servant. Masa, you don't want to apologize Papa you, anyway?" timpalku convinced Arhan.

"Every human being has it wrong, including you. You may also have something wrong and may even be a lot with your parents," I connected and made Arhan link his eyebrows a sign of anger.

I chuckled at her, "Well, why?" I asked who felt that nothing I said was wrong.

"Do not immediately bring God, do not feel worthy to be angry I Buk," upset Arhan. Slowly, he began to stare at his Papa who was only watching us.

"Arhan sorryin Papa, really. Sorry Arhan is also selfish, want to always understand Papa even though Arhan himself never understand Papa."

Papa Arhan spread out his arms, Arhan immediately rushed into his Papa's arms. While I just smiled looking at the two people who could finally understand each other's wishes with each other.

After the hug came off, I looked directly at Papa Arhan, "Father how can we hear our conversation?" ask me who is curious.

"Yes, Buk Ani who told you that Arhan was again alone with you in the teacher's room. I came straight here. I was about to go in, because I heard Arhan yelling at you I stopped and heard why he was yelling at you" said Papa Arhan stroking his son's head.

"Are you sorry, Boy?" papa Arhan looked at his son's face.

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry I buk because of Mom's snapping," said Arhan with a bad.

"Sir papa, you also apologized. Be a child who achieves and is able to understand, if you want to be understood then say it with good sentences. Okay?"

"okay, Buk. Thanks." Thanks."

I smiled as I nodded, "Sama-sama."

"Oh, yeah. Have you eaten, Boy?" papa Arhan asked and was immediately given a sledgehammer. Indeed, he had not eaten because he wanted to immediately complete a task that he had not made.

"Oh, is the study done?" asked Papa looking at me.

"Already sir, I'll just correct it."

"Well, shall we go to the cafeteria?"

"Father Arhan alone, I still have another task. Anyway, bring the provisions from home," I refused.

"Well, we go to the cafeteria first, yes" said Papa Arhan holding his son's shoulder.

"Excuse me, Buk," said Arhan and turned around. They came out of the room with Papa Arhan's hand that didn't come down from his son's shoulder.

As I was looking seriously at the backs of the two who were getting further away, suddenly someone came.

"Dor!" the scream that made me shocked to the point of holding my chest.

"Ih, you know, you're Ga!" my ketus hit his shoulder slowly.

"Hahaha, after all, Mbak is very focused on their eyes. Wh why? Pen has a husband like Arhan's father?" asked Irga up and down her eyebrows.