MY HALAL IS WITH YOU

Gathering

A week later~

"nita's.. Bantuin ibuk.. Please bring provisions for father son..

" well buk! "

***

On the road nita met with arif, doi kesayangnya. Arif uses an ash T-shirt with a suit of torn levis pants torn in the thigh to his knee...

" the nit... Ninits...! Where are you going?"

"You who... Why wear tattered camping clothes? Which is! Like a rascal you. Good thing baby low I didn't throw you away... Hihihah"

"you can aj... Don't ask my question! Where's mo kmu?"

"oh yes.ni want anterin stock of the father who... Make a father who has helped repair the boat...!" while showing two large tenteng..

"Hm I'm anterine huh?"

"may be that"

"here that. Ride the motor ayang let cepet.." then nita ride the motor driven by wisdom..

"who is sorry.. Wait here, just ea who? Not good for the others..."

"OKs. Yang." while looking at the back of nita who approached his father from a distance.

***

"Daddy, assalammualaikum wr wb everything?

" walaikum salam." replied the father in unison..

I looked at each of my co-workers while I saluted all my friends..

" eh there is a hermanto sir also tah? "

" uh you nduk, tumben you're here? Is your mom usually here?"

Kusalimi hands hermanto sir and rubbed the top of my head by him.

" this pak nita pak bawain lunch, "while putting two rantang provisions. Nita also prepared dishes, drinking water, hand washing water and arranged them, deftly.

" you stopped working, sir... It's all ready sir. "

" oiyas.. Let's go ahead let's eat first. "take the father to his co-workers..

***

"he nita your youngest son??" Ask hermanto to my father

"yes her"

"it's very clear that your son is diligent as well as smart as he looks" said hermanto sir to the father.

"hmm well, usually pamalas really.." Said mr. humble...

"hehehe iy iy y y. tomorrow, he's passing exam.he's 3rd grade. Doain let's do his job tomorrow...!"

"of course dong pak an. You're like who, aja.. Pantes aja my son at the end of this slalu busy.. Want a test at the school?!"

"who's her? Your kid? School in smp also tah her?" ask hermanto sir

"you this. Don't know what! My son taught there, sir."

"new to me...! Hee hehe."

Suddenly came a man thought he was 22 years old. By using a sports shirt with black trending pants complete with whistles draped around his neck.. Approaching mr. hermanto...

" father. My mother told me to pick up my father at home with a guest... I was told to take a quick bite home."

"who is she?"

"heir... My youngest son sir an..! Here hay.. Recognize this sir anni his father nita murit kmu at school..."

"hayrul sir,"

"ohs.. Yes, I just remember it is your son who used to be the coolest and most stubborn, right hen?

" he he it's you inget.. Cook yes kudu known again so add your memory.. "

"the hen, the age factor. Besides, your son is now more dashing now... Athletic body, handsome, and of course now very polite..."

"it should be sir An. He is now a teacher who should be gugu and imitated murit later..."

"hope hayrul's father is here too..?" I greet my great sports teacher

"yes nit, told to pick up the same father mother.." hunted and left...

"oh yes sir please..."

I looked at Hayrul and hermanto sir who had left us.. Pantes aja in the school much admired by many students as well as teachers... My parents are just as friendly and kind... I do not feel the direction of my gaze noticed two beads of wisdom's eyes...

"hmm sir continue the work sir, nita go home first.. It's done.."

"Yes, don't stop by anywhere..."

" yes sir, assalamualaiku wr wb"

Waalaium salam wr..

***

"who was that?"

"oh, he was wearing black pants?"

"yes who's diya?"

"hmm you jealous? Don't donk don't do that ah... He was my teacher at school...

" hmm let low diya be your teacher... Kmu. Sham... Nyampek had seen diya.. His eyeballs are coming out... "