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Amidst the blistering weather, a man wearing sunglasses with a short white T-shirt, and gray jeans. Steadily standing next to a luxury sedan parked across from the school. He glanced at his watch impatiently.
While the mothers who are also waiting for their children to go home from school, feel they get a free view. They were busy whispering, talking about how handsome and handsome the man was. I wonder who that cool guy is.
As the school gate opened, children poured out of it. Running towards their parents.
Chan was confused. He looked for his mother's figure in the place where Binar usually waited. But he couldn't find it. The boy was immediately a manyun and looked disappointed.
“Chan!!” Call the leader while waving his hand. He took off his glasses to make it easier for Chan to recognize him.
“Papa!!!” Pekik Chan who immediately ran to Pamungkas. He immediately kissed the back of his hand. As if I'm used to it.
Likewise with Pamungkas who rubbed the top of Chan's head with anxiety.
The scene immediately became the talk among mothers who were picking up their children.
They were astonished to hear Chan's call for the handsome man they had just admired. To their knowledge, Chan had no father. So why did the boy call him ‘Papa’?
And there came a preconception between them.
“Kok Papa here? Usually Mama who picked up.” Ask Chan.
“Mama did not get to pick up. So Papa picked up Chan. Yesterday Chan said he wanted to stay at Grandma's house with Grandpa. Wh why? Don't want to be picked up by Papa?” Ask her with a sad face.
“No, coke. Chan was happy that Papa picked him up. Chan thought Papa forgot.”
Finally, he took the body of his son into his arms. Gently rubbing Chan's back and head.
“Papa can't forget, baby. Come on, we go home.” Take Pamungkas.
Finally drove his car to Binar's house. Not forgetting he stopped to buy some fruit for him to bring.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” Said Pamungkas and Chan together when they reached the front of the house of Binar.
“Wa’alaikum salam.” Answer Ustadz Syuhada who was sitting on the veranda while reading the Qur’an.
“Kakung!!” Pekik Chan's. He immediately greeted his grandfather.
“Home home?” Tanya Ustadz Shuhada's. “Let's in, Son Pam.” Take Ustadz Syuhada then.
“Iya, Ustadz. Here, there are a few fruits.” The end gave a basket full of various kinds of fruit to Ustadz Syuhada.
“Walah. How to be troublesome. Thank you very much, Pam.”
“Cockmark Ustadz.”
“Uty where, Kung?” Chan asked who did not find his grandmother.
“Uty in the shop. Wait a minute, yeah. Don't make drinks first.”
“No need, Ustadz. No need to bother. I'm just gonna drop Chan off, and you're gonna ask Chan for permission. Because tonight she's gonna stay at my parents' house.” They immediately refused it. How could he have the heart to see Ustadz Syuhada walking in a hurry to make him a drink.
“Oh, yes. Binar told me last night. Chan's dressing shirt is also ready.” Ustadz Syuhada.
Not long after, Chan appeared from inside already changing his clothes. He picked up a small backpack containing his clothes.
“In that case, we Pamit first, Ustadz.” Said the end while greeting Ustadz Syuhada.
“Iya. Careful.”
“pamit yes, Kung. assalamualaikum.” Chan also greeted his grandfather.
“Wa’alaikum greetings. Inget, don't bother there, yes.”
“Oke.” Chan replied with a sigh.
There was a bit of worry in the eyes of Ustadz Syuhada when he saw his grandson get into the car. Chan never slept outside. Never went out with anyone other than his family. He was afraid that Chan would cry and trouble the family.
“Chan. We Pamit the same Uty first, yes.”
“Iya. That's the stall near the big road.” Show Chan.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Uty!” Pekik Chan from the front entrance.
“Wa’alaikum salam.” Reply Rukayah. Seeing the arrival of Chan and Pamungkas. He immediately approached them.
“Away with going?” Ask Rukayah.
“Iya, Buk. Permission bring Chan yes, Buk” said Pamungkas.
“Iya. Chan don't be naughty in there. Don't take people, yes.” Same message as her husband.
“Iya, Uty.”
“You're home yet, Chan?”
“Not yet Uty. That's the one who picked Chan up at school, Papa.” Obviously Chan.
Rukayah turned to look at Pamungkas.
“Buk, can I have a phone number for Binar? Just in case.” Pamungkas Pinta.
“Oh, yes. A minute.” Rukayah grabbed the phone from inside the pocket of the apron she was wearing. Then find Binar's mobile number and give it to Pamungkas.
He immediately recorded the number on his phone and saved it. And after Pamit told Rukayah, Pamungkas took Chan to get into the car. He did not care about the gazes of some who looked at him wonderingly.
After the death of Pamungkas and Chan, Siti immediately asked Rukayah. “Who is it, Ma'am?”
“His biological father Chan.”
“Hah? So that's Binar's ex-husband?”
“Not. The bar has never been married, Ti. Where got her ex husband.” Rukayah. It seems like he should explain clearly to Siti.
“Lha but, that Chan..”.
“Don't suudzon first, Ti. Chan is Binar's adopted son. When we lived in our old house, someone threw a baby in front of our house. So raised the same child Binar.”
“Astaghfirullah hal, Ma'am. Sorry, ma'am. I've been thinking strange all along. I thought Binar was a widow.” Sity Siti.
It's only natural that people in their environment think so. Because the Binar family never explained it clearly.
“Ya. It'sit's okay. Don't like suudzon just yet. Instead of guessing, mending asked directly the same person. It's clear. So no slander.”
“Mbak, never the real story.” Siti Protest.
“We just feel sorry for Chan, Ti. What if he finds out he's a foster kid? Little boy, who is in need of affection from the people around him, especially us, his family. We can't bear it, Ti. I love Binar with Chan. All attention is to Chan. To the extent that he doesn't think about his own future.”
Siti nodded her head justifying Rukayah's words. “So that's why Mbak rejected Bu Rw's proposal?”
“On the application, completely the decision of Binar. I'm not interfering, Ti.”
“Yes too, Ma'am. I myself, like not sincerely so Bar married his cousin Buk Rw. Where his son is already big.”
Rukayah hit Siti's arm to stop her from speaking. If left unchecked, it can be long later. Especially if someone else eavesdropped on their conversation. As much as possible he avoided slandering for Binar.
Siti who got the reprimand instantly clenched her mouth tightly while smiling. Then continue to serve the buyer. So too with Rukayah. Because of this lunch hour, the stall is quite crowded.
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