Love Children Pesantren

Occurrence

School is still on holiday today. The plan is that Rani and ustadz rizwan will visit nursing homes and orphanages. Usually they will also invite some santri children to come. This time Iqbal, Fariz, Ilham Dinda and two other santriwati will also join. They left in a car. The first place they went to was a nursing home.

They entered the nursing home, ustadz and ustadzah immediately met the owner of the parlour. While the santri they meet and talk to grandparents who are there. Iqbal spread his gaze throughout the room, finding the figure of a grandmother sitting alone. He approached.

"Hi Nek" she said as she sat next to the grandmother. The one who was called just silence.

"My grandmother has a song for my grandmother" she said excitedly. "I sing in ya grandma"

Old parrot

Stay in the window

Grandma is old

His teeth...

"Gigi how much grandma lives?" Ask without sin.

"Try granny smile show grandma teeth, like gini nek .. iiiii...." Iqbal said with a smile and showed all his rows of white teeth.

"c.iii...." Grandma just followed. Iqbal's eyes are almost perfectly rounded.

"Buset, grandma doesn't have teeth... Abis eat what grandma? The candy? Chocolate boy? All the teeth" said Iqbal.

"Eat chocolate 2" said Grandma honestly.

"Two? Got from where"

Grandma speechless.

"That's..." Said grandma while pointing to a grandfather grandpa who was walking slowly, whether to go where.

"The same old man's grandfather?" Ask Iqbal.

Grandma nodded slowly.

"Why do you love Grandma?"

"He likes me" said Grandma.

"Truly yes Old man today" muttered Iqbal while shaking his head.

"Yaudah I continued singing ya nek"

Grandma is old

The teeth are toothy all

That's how Iqbal sang so passionately without sin.

"Grandma if you don't have teeth why can you eat chocolate?"

"This" said the grandmother, showing her false teeth, which had been beside her since. Iqbal gulped his saliva.

"Udah is perfect" replied Iqbal refused. Don't want to see Grandma's dentures.

"Grandma has a husband?"

"He cheated" said the grandmother, making Iqbal's lips lifted again.

"cheating? Same pretty chick what ugly chick grandma"

Grandma speechless. He gave his views throughout the room.

"Stying it" said the grandmother pointing to Dinda who was chatting with other grandmothers.

"Buset, it's old not old age even cheating, the girl really wants to date grandpa grandpa" said Iqbal then speechless.

"My husband is three" said the grandmother, making Iqbal who was still silent turned his head quickly. Grandma thrust her hand with her middle finger and index finger raised.

"That's two grandmas, three is gini..." Iqbal said while confirming the position of the grandmother's finger.

"That's cheating on grandma or grandma's husband"

"Two" Iqbal again shook his head.

"Grandmother dumped the same granny child?" Tanya Iqbal.

"Missed"

"A grandmother's son is lost?" Tanya Iqbal.

"I was kicked out with my husband because of being caught in marriage with others, and my husband continued to cheat. I was walking away from home not knowing the way, until I got lost. Then the mother told me to stay here" answered the honest grandmother, his gaze led to the figure of the mother who owns the nursing home. Iqbal mangosteen mangosteen. Whether the story conveyed by the grandmother was fantasy, essay or real. I don't know.

"You want to be my girlfriend" said the grandmother. Making Iqbal surprised instead of playing. His eyes and mouth were perfectly round.

"I'm beautiful" said the grandmother with sky-high confidence. Iqbal looked at the granny in horror. He met his grandmother like that first.

"ihh. kepedean" muttered Iqbal. I feel uncomfortable with my grandmother beside me.

"Mom, grandma is old. The teeth are toothless. Look at the skin of the granny shriveled, it was not smooth rich first. Grandma's hair was all white. Walk with wooden sticks. Meningan penitence aja nek" said Iqbal without guilt.

"Don't think weird Grandma, let alone be my girlfriend. Ih amit amit."

"Room..." Call someone. "Yok we proceed to the orphanage" Iqbal nodded.

"Mom, I'll go home first. Inget ya nek. Assalamualaikum" said Iqbal but not responded by the grandmother.

They continued their journey to the orphanage. There are a lot of children who play and learn together. Arriving there, ustadz and ustadzah immediately approached the owner of the parlor and talked. Ilham and Iqbal approached a little girl who was playing in the courtyard of the orphanage.

"Hello Adek, Adek again play anything" Sapa Ilham friendly.

"Main doll" she answered funny.

"What's this doll?"

"Doll bears are the same stuffed dolphins"

"How old is he?"

The girl raised all five fingers of her hand.

"Five years" asked Ilham, then the little woman nodded.

"Oh yeah, I forgot we haven't met. I know the name of my brother, Ilham. What's your name?"

"Flood"

"Ih Farah, don't you want to know your handsome brother too?" Ask Iqbal. Farah shook her head. Makes Iqbal pout.

"Why?" Ask Iqbal.

"Abang is not handsome but pretentious" replied Farah innocently. Makes Iqbal frown in his place.

"Sister of Inspiration" Call him.

"Hm"

"Silver matches that beautiful sister" said Farah while pointing at the girl who was also joking with other orphanage children. Dinda. Instantly two lips of Inspiration were lifted. Form a small smile.

"Ehm ehm...Do not smile yourself" said Iqbal make Ilham wrong behavior.

"Farah sweet, if the handsome brother fits the same as who"

Farah patted her cheek several times with her index finger. Trying to think.

"Ria ricis" he answered.

"Ria ricis? Wah happened to be a handsome brother also nge fans equally ria ricis" said Iqbal with a fluffy smile.

Farah fell silent. His view is facing forward. Farah smiled soon.

"If the same seems more suitable" Farah said pointing at someone, Iqbal and Ilham followed the direction of Farah's index finger.

"Not that, it's Farah's husband. Tu see her again friendly with her husband" replied Iqbal ngasal.

"Tok same crazy person" Iqbal's tone went up. The mind laughs without sin. Farah laughed too. Now Iqbal is getting very off mood. He decided to leave from there.

"Eh uh why Lo? I'm so tangled in the face" asked Fariz.

"Tau ah" answered Iqbal indifferently. Fariz turned to Ilham, raised his eyebrows to ask why?, and then Ilham approached Fariz, bringing his face closer to Fariz's. Trying to tell me what's going on. Fariz laughs.

"Little children never lie. If he chooses it, it means Lo fits the same" replied Fariz. Iqbal hissing softly.

"This is it, Lo wants to be the same as ria ricis. She is also beautiful" Fariz said.

"Who?" Iqbal asked, his mood was still not normal.

"Kekeyi" replied Fariz Ngasal to make Ilham laugh again.

"Damn" said Iqbal. His face was like a lion ready to pounce on his two companions at any moment. Had been invited to date grandmother, Farah said she was more suitable as a crazy person than ria ricis. And now kekeyi? Ah, today I don't know what happened to Iqbal. Iqbal decided to go away from Fariz and the inspiration was still busy laughing at him. He snorted sebal. The mood is really not okay right now.

•••••

Like yesterday, today the one who cooked breakfast was Aisyah.

"Dad, make Abi coffee"

"Yes bi, wait a moment" Aisyah who peeled the onion, stopped her work.

"Umi helpin ya Syah"

"Ga n't mi"

"Udah ga papa, you make coffee for your Abi"

Aisyah nodded.

Shortly after, Aisyah had finished making coffee. Then he walked forward to deliver his coffee.

"Bi, here's the coffee"

"Yes put it there" replied Mr. Agus, without turning his head. He looked at the newspaper he was reading. Then Aisyah put the coffee on the table in front of her ashes. After that, he went back in.

"This is ready all the spices" said Bu Vita.

"Thank you mi"

Without a stale base, Aisyah immediately made fried rice. The girl is very good at cooking. The cooking is always good. Brownis, sponge, traditional snacks, home cooking, to modern food, everything Aisyah can.

"Aisyah help you shop in the market yes, this is umi already catet the shopping list" ordered Bu Vita. Aisyah who just finished breakfast washes her dishes. Then take the shopping list that is on the dining table. Usually the market will close at 9 am, today it is only 7.25

"This is the money" he said again by giving some money to Aisyah.

"Yes mi, Aisyah is ready first" Bu Vita nodded. Aisyah immediately went to her room. Get ready to go to the market. I also forgot to bring a shopping bag.

"We use the motor only Syah, let it spout" Shouted Bu Vita.

"Yes mi.." Aisha replied with a slight shout.

A few minutes after that, Aisyah had already drove away to the market.

08.05

And finally Aisyah had finished shopping. After wandering around in search of cheap groceries, jostling with mother mother, arguing to bid on the goods and queuing to pay. He stepped onto his motor. Checking every item of his groceries. Unintentionally, his gaze pointed at the little girl, Aisyah frowned, before long she was surprised to see from the opposite direction there was a car traveling at high speed.

"Oh Allah" he said in shock.

Without further ado and shouting, Aisyah ran as fast as she could to get to the little boy. No matter what his current groceries fell out of his grasp. When it was near, Aisyah clasped the little woman's hand tightly, then slightly raised it. No, if Aisyah carried him first she had no time to save the girl. But when Aisyah will run towards the edge of the road, Aisyah's right leg was hit by a car, so Aisyah almost fell. Withstanding the pain in her right leg, Aisyah half ran, heading towards the edge of the road. And just then Aisyah fell down, she hugged the girl tightly, hoping that she would not get hurt. All eyes were on Aisha. Aisyah heaved a sigh of relief, she tried to regulate her breathing which was still ngosan. And endured the pain in his legs.

"Aren't you papa?" Aisyah asked, but the little girl in her lap was silent. It seems he was also quite shocked by the incident earlier.

"KAILAAA...." Shouted a mother mother dressed in green with groceries in her right hand, who was slightly running from across the street. His face looked very worried. After arriving, the mother immediately carried him, stroking his daughter's cheek. Hope he's okay. While Aisyah, assisted by her mother who was there to stand up and clean the back of Aisyah's dirty clothes.

"O Allah Kaila, you have no son" he said with a worried look. Then kissed his son's forehead.

"Aren't you papa?" Asked the mother, it seemed like she was also worried about Aisyah's condition.

"Ga papa kok ma'am, just my leg..."

"Why your feet"

"Ga papa ma'am, it hurts a little"

The mother sighed slowly.

"Thank you, you saved my son" he said, staring at Aisyah.

"Yes ma'am the same. Next time the child is well looked after, ma'am. Don't let this happen again. Moreover, the mother's child is still small, still do not know what" replied Aisyah, still trying to regulate her breathing.

The mother fell silent. Then nod and smile.

"You're doing the hell son, if you want what to say to your mom, don't make Mama worry"

"Ice crem,, balloon" he said plainly while pointing at an ice cream merchant as well as a balloon not far from it.

"Other times if you want what to say mama, don't go alone baby" said the mother while kissing her daughter's cheek.

"Mom, I'll go home first then"

"Wait a minute, what's your name?"

"Dad"

Then the mother opened her bag, and took out three pieces of blue money.

"This is for you" he said while thrusting the one.

"No, ma'am, I'm sincere"

"But,,,"

"Udah ma'am, ga papa I'm sincere. I went straight home, Mom. Assalamualaikum"

"Well, if so, be careful. Salam wa'alaikum. Once again thank you Aisyah" Aisyah nodded, then left from there.

Arriving at the motorbike, Aisyah was about to clear her dropped groceries. But prevented by a mother mother.

"My father was fine" said the mother then crouched down and put vegetables into Aisyah's grocery bag.

"Mom, don't bother let me"

"Ga papa, I know your legs are hurting again, this" he said, trying to stand up and give groceries to Aisyah.

"Thank you Ma'am" Aisyah replied with a smile. The mother nodded, then left in front of Aisyah. And without further ado Aisyah immediately drove away with her motorbike towards home.

"Assynogaic"

"Greetings waalaikum"

"Mi, here's the groceries"

"Yes, put it in the kitchen" Aisyah nodded. Then walk towards the kitchen with a little limp.

"Your feet are why Shah"

"Ga why Napa mi"

"Keep why you're walking that way"

"So Ayesha fell, ate her ayesha leg became sick"

"But papa, right?"

"Yes mi, ga papa" Bu Vita nodded. Then continue reading the magazine. Aisyah put her groceries in the kitchen. Then he went to the room. Sitting on the bed, trying to see the condition of his legs are now sick. The purple to red color of the moans that were now on her legs made Aisyah shudder in pain. Bruises. His legs hit a bit hard with the car, probably because the car was running at high speed. Aisyah sighed softly. He laid his body on the bed. Maybe sleep can reduce the pain.

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