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“There are many yes, Mas, have been ushered home.” Binar told Ubay.
now they're home.
“Sama-sama, Bin. later I call you if the situation is clear, yes.”
“Log in first Nak Ubay. Ibuk make drinking.” bargain Rukayah.
“No need, Buk. I have to stop back to the hospital.” subtly reject Ubay.
“Oh yes Mas. ask for help this love Yuli ya.” said Binar gave two pieces of motor contact belonging to him to Ubay.
“Yes yes, your bike is still in the hospital ya Bin. yaudah, later let me take care. you do not have to worry.”
“Once again thank you very much Mas.”
“Do not hesitate so. kayak same who are you this. pamit first yes Buk, Bin. Assalamu’alaikum.”.
“Wa’alaikum salam.” Binar and his mother replied together.
with slow steps, Binar and his mother walked into the house.
It's like forgetting something.
“Astaghfirullah Haladzim! Buk, Chan, Buk!” He saw his watch, and it was past two o'clock in the afternoon. Chan should have been home from earlier.
Binar and Rukayah were busy thinking about the problem that came suddenly until they forgot to pick up Chan.
“Chan pick up first Yes Buk. Find a taxi in front.” say Binar yanag go straight away.
“Nduk! wait!” Pekik Rukayah stopped Binar's steps. “This, make taxi fare. same bag your wallet will still be left behind at the hospital.”
Gosh darn. Binar completely forgot.
Argggh...
his mind was frozen and could not be focused.
Binar walked back to his mother and took the hundred thousand rupiah from her mother. Then he ran back to the end of the road to find a taxi.
Fortunately, when he arrived at the side of the highway, there was also a taxi passing by. Binar stopped the taxi and asked the driver to head to Chan's school.
Arriving at school, he asked the taxi driver to wait for him for a while.
“Pak, wait here real ya”
“Iya, Mbak.”
Binar immediately ran to Chan's class and sure enough, there only lived Chan alone who was waiting for an invitation. accompanied by a teacher who immediately smiled welcome the arrival of Binar.
“Sorry yes Mother, I am longing.” Binar said with a bad heart.
“Nothing Mother, others also just went kok.” replied the woman who looked the same age as the Binar.
“Sorry to be a hassle, Mother. Chan, come on, son. let's go home.” Bring Binar.
Chan who seemed to frown because he was late picked up, just silently walked closer to Binar. The boy was angry.
“Greetings first dong, same Bunda” Pinta Binar.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Mother.” Pamit Chan with a flat expression. He's really angry.
“Wa'alaikum greetings.”.
Then Binar and Chan walked together towards the taxi that was still waiting for them outside the school gate.
The taxi driver again directed the car to the address that had been notified by Binar.
“Chan, angry yes same Mama?” Binar tried to break the silence and aura of anger from his son.
Chan was still speechless, he was reluctant to respond.
“Sorry yes, dear. was Mama late to work. Until I forget to pick up Chan.”
Chan still did not pierce.he turned his eyes out the car window.
“Udahan dong ngambeknya. if Chan angry continue, Mama so sad. if Mama sad, so do not want to go to Ragunan.” Gumam Binar fishing.
Chan was provoked.he immediately turned to Binar with a gaze of protest.
But then slowly the boy approached Binar, then kissed him on the cheek.
“Well, that's dong. If you want to be great like Kakung, you can not lash. Mama's son is pinter.” Praise Binar.
Chan nodded in spirit.
Binar was anxious when he looked at the tv. He knew that the news about him was still warm.
That meyesal feeling kept piercing into his heart.
He shouldn't have received the final offer last night.
In the afternoon before Maghrib, Ustadz Syuhada returned from outside the city.
“Assalamu’alaikum” Sapa Ustadz Syuhada.
“Wa’alaium greetings.” Answer everyone inside.
He sat down on the sofa and looked at Binar with a questionable gaze.
Knowing his grandfather's return, Chan immediately scattered the lap of Ustadz Syuhada.
Binar immediately went to the kitchen to make warm tea for his father. Moments later he came back out with a tray. Then put the tea in front of the father.
Binar sat down again with his face down. He did not dare to look at his father.I don't know why he felt guilty when it was not his fault.
“You okay with Nduk?”
Ustadz Syuhada is rich with a soft and dignified voice.
Slowly Binar raised his face and looked at his father.
“Im sorry Binar, Yah.” he said softly.
“Why are you apologizing. Is this your fault? is that news true?”
Binar. “Now, Yah.”
Binar tells the reason why the news arrived. He also told me that last night he was delivered by Pamungkas back home.
“Oya le, Son. Mom orom Dad to always peren ku ko, i jege orom kite behavior. Kite ni jema banan, jema banan ni place slander, kite true pe kona slander. Jema len ni to gere mera beteh hana male your excuse. It's important to use it to see how the arap is in the eye (that's it, son. Mother and father have often bialng with you, guarded our behavior and behavior. We are women, a place of slander. We are being slandered, especially if we are wrong. People don't care about your excuses, all they see is what you see in front of your eyes).”
“Binar also do not know this will happen, Buk.”
“That's why we need the name, be careful.”
Ustadz Syuhada speech is very piercing.even though it is pronounced in a low tone.
“Binar apologizes, Yah.” No longer know what to say. The eyes of Balar began to glaze over.
Ustadz Syuhada understood that it was not his foundation to blame Binar.Binar's job demands that require him to sometimes go home at night, could not be blamed. Especially for women like Binar who are very vulnerable when coming home alone at night.
“The doctor was also shocked, Dad. I think she also did not know about this news.” explained Rukayah to her husband. But her husband doesn't seem to care at all.
“Besok Pakde sama Bude will be here.we will talk about your marriage with nak Nazril.”
deg!
Binar looked at his father.
“What does it mean, Dad?”
Rukayah was no less surprised to hear her husband's statement.
“Better if you are sent home the same people who already muhrim, compared to strangers who finally bring slander like this.” The tone of Ustadz Syuhada's voice changed firmly. Accompanied by the look in his eyes that hinted he did not want to be denied.
There was a bit of happiness in Binar's heart. Because that's what he's waiting for. But there are also concerns at the same time.
“But Ibuk Mas Nazril is again sick, Yah.”
“We talk about it tomorrow with Nazril.”
Ustadz Syuhada rose from his seat when he heard the adhan maghrib reverberate. Then he took Chan to the mosque, leaving his mother and son staring at him.
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