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It's been more than two years since that event destroyed Binar's future.
This afternoon, Binar was waiting for Chan to come home from school.
Wearing an online motorcycle jacket and a helmet that covered his entire face, he parked his motorcycle some distance away from the crowd of parents who were also waiting for their children. He sat on it while waiting.
It seems like he doesn't want to attract the attention of others. Because the nickname ‘pelakor’ still continues to be attached to it. He is the victim of misunderstandings that many people want to believe.
Binar immediately stood up as he looked at the crowd of elementary school children who had just walked out of the school gate. His eyes immediately looked for the figure of his little angel, the man he loved the most among the children.
And his smile expanded as he looked at Chan who was looking right and left, looking for himself. He immediately waved his hand.
Chan knew that the one waving was his mother. Even though the face of the Binar is covered by a helmet. He immediately ran towards Binar.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” Say hello to little Chan while greeting Binar.
“Wa’alaikum greetings, handsome son Mama. How was school today?”
“Many PR.” Adu Chan's.
“Good dong, let Chan add pinter.” Praise Binar for putting on Chan a children's helmet.
After that they walked home.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” Sapa Binar and Chan.
“Wa’alaikm greetings.” Answer Rukayah from the kitchen.
“Uty!” Said Chan while kissing his Uty hand.
Rukayah floated a kiss on her grandson. “Live change of clothes, yes. Uty has cooked your favorite fish balado.”
Hearing the word balado fish mujahir, Chan's face immediately sumringah. He nodded then ran to the room to change clothes.
Rukayah and Binar just laughed to see it.
“What's the fuck, buk?” Binar asked as she took off her driver's jacket and placed it on a chair at the dining table.
“Mast sleep.”
“Don't be told to sleep on, Buk. It will become lemes. The more motion, the better.”
“Iya. Your father just came in. There was a walk in front of the house. Trus said tired. So I asked for a break.”
“Ooo, yaudah if so. Barin can not be long Buk.”
“Eat first, just go again.” Rukayah.
“Later, Buk. Binar is not hungry.” Reject Binar. Because he is not hungry.
“Hana ti ko gere mera nerime kerje i Ubay clinic? Gere ngojek. (why don't you want to work at Ubay clinic? No need to ngojek).”
“Shame, Buk.”
“Hana ti kemel? (why shy)”
“Mas Ubay is too good to help us. Time must burden him constantly. Poor him, Buk. Ngojek is also halal. Insha Allah his sustenance is blessed.” Answer Binar. “Yaudah, Binar left first yes, Buk” pamitnya later.
For almost two years now Binar has been working as an online motorcycle taxi driver to meet his living expenses and Chan. And for the cost of treating his father who is now often sickly.
He refused to work at Ubay's clinic. He felt bad if he had to accept the job.
While Rukayah, opened a small food stall on the side of the road at the end of the alley.
After the convict two years ago, their family life turned upside down indeterminate direction. Really tough days for Binar and his family.
Plus Ustadz Syuhada whose later disease often recur. Making the mother and child must squeeze energy for the needs of medicine and daily needs.
Rukayah looked at Binar's departure with tears. He was sad, because the ordeal that approached his daughter was so great. Destroying a well-ordered life.
“Where is Mama, Uty?” Chan asked as he was just about to change clothes.
“Udah go. Here, eat.”
“Chan, Uty wants to stay awake first, you take care of Kakung for a while. If there is anything with Kakung, call Uty.”
Chan nodded in agreement. Then he continued his food.
Rukayah walked to her stall which was at the end of the alley. He held a basket containing some spinach, and ice cubes that he brought from his house.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” Sapa Rukayah after arriving at her residence.
“Wa’alaikum salam.” Reply Siti, her neighbor who helped in the shelter.
“Bring the ice cubes, Mbak?” Ask Siti.
“Bawa. It.” Rukayah handed the basket to siti.
“New from home, Mbak?”
“Walah, there's Bu Rw to. Sampek did not see. Long time ago, Buk?” Ask Rukayah back.
“Udah is half an hour.”
“What do you buy? Let's not get it.”
“Udah, already finished dbakrapin sama Siti. Just stay tunggu Mbak aja.”
“Wait for me?” Rukayah shifted her steps to sit beside Bu Rw.
“Gini lho Mbak. How's Binar doing now? Msih ngojek?” Ms. Rw tried to ask as subtly as possible. He did not want his interlocutor to catch him wrongly.
“Ya is still Buk. Why indeed?” Rukayah knew that Bu Rw wanted to convey something about Binar to her.
“There is my distant cousin from Magelang, who is again looking for a mate. Already widowed. Son three. The first chick, second grade High School. Keep the second guy, second grade Junior High. And the third guy, class 6 SD. One year after his wife died. Goods only time to mate with Binar, I want to introduce them.” Said Mrs Rw very carefully.
“Do not know, Buk. I will tell her son later. So already widower huh?”
“Iya, already widower. Is it okay, Mommy? Kan Binar is also a widow. Hopefully fit. The guy is handsome and handsome. If it is a matter of worship, Insha Allah is diligent in worship, Ma'am. Economic issues, no doubt about it. He has several garment factories in Magelang as well as Semarang. People are content.”
“Yes, Buk Rw. I'll ask you first about the binar. Later I call Bu Rw again if there has been a decision from Binar. Thanks a lot Buk. I've been trying to find a soul mate for my son. Because I am also confused, Binar kayak does not want marriage, that is. Though I was very keen see he has a family.”
“Yaudah, that's it Ma'am. I go home first. My husband has not eaten the food. Later repet also if the old vegetable dateng. Hehehehe.”.
“Iya. Thanks a lot Buk.”
Rukayah delivered Bu Rw to the front of the stall. After Bu Rw was not seen again, he returned to his stall.
“What's the chat, Ma'am? Seriously amat.” Taya Siti wants to know.
“That's Bu Rw's widower cousin, again looking for a wife. He asked for opinions about Binar.”
“So the matchmaker, so the story?”
“Kore or less.”
“Iya, besides the Binar why not want to marry too anyway, Ma'am?”
“Testing. If asked the answer is just that he is focused on Chan again. Don't want to think of anything else.” Rukayah replied while slicing the spinach that she brought earlier.
“Yes but it is also necessary to be married. And Chan's future too. Poor me.”
Rukayah just smiled bitterly. “Call for your best prayer for Binar Yes Ti.”
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