Nadira (forgotten)

*Shopping house

Finally I decided to join the papah car, after all it has been a very long time I have never felt the car again with papah. Maybe since then, it can be calculated using the fingers how many times I can car with my family, if there are important events they will take me one car if not, don't expect them to take me.

Silent.

There was no conversation between me and Papah during the trip. We kept quiet but I could see occasionally that Papah would glance at me, but I didn't mind. I don't know, I feel like I'm used to it without him. So it feels strange if it suddenly gets more attention from him.

Fun to see the crowded streets and passing vehicles, there is a city icon that was deliberately placed in the city park, in one corner there was a grandfather who was pedaling his pedal with a sweat pouring on his forehead, how pity.

The car drove at speed was breaking up the crowded streets smoothly, I had told papah my purpose.

"This has reached the path of xy Put, where are we now?" He asked me to disperse my daydreams that were busy fantasizing far away.

"Emm straight a little reward, later in front there is a fork turn left" I replied showing the way ahead there.

"If it's not wrong it's a slum, right Put?" Ask by raising one of his eyebrows. Wonderful perhaps, the son of a rich man went to such a place.

Not to be outdone, I looked coldly at Papah's face. It never changes, always judging people by their material, sucks.

"Why?" ask a little jutek

"If papah does not want to let the Princess down here alone" I continued. Looking at me like that, when she was flirting, maybe she felt guilty.

"No Put, I don't mean papah. Emm..yeah we have continued again well" he replied with a smile painted on his face. What a beautiful smile, it is appropriate that mother loves father and I also inherit a beautiful look like mother and father's smile complements me.

The car back on the road followed my lead. Until right in the small house with the wall paint that has faded I instruct papah to stop.

"Thank you" I said to Papah and shook his hand. Usually he would immediately pull back his hand if I asked him for salim, like disgust if it came into contact with me.

I got out of the car and greeted the children who ran up to me. Their laughter became the medicine of my every sorrow. Although the house is almost uninhabitable but we make a small tama on the empty land next to the house, he said belonging to people far away and rarely visited, he said, so I asked permission to build a little garden on his land, and in a row the landowner allowed it.

I invite the children to enter to meet Amak, who used to take care of the children here, he who asked to be called amak.

Every month I allocate my salary for this halfway house, for the needs of children and for the needs of amak. Sometimes my friends and I raise money for this halfway house.

"Assalamualaikum Amak" Sapaku at the sight of amak in the kitchen, was washing cooking utensils, probably used to make breakfast for children.

"Waalaikumsalam salam, Eh Dira has come. Want some breakfast, honey? there are still two eggs on the table if you want" he said with a smile on his face. Although Amak and I have different religions but the tolerance between us is very high, we do not discriminate religion, caste or anything else.

" No Amak, Dira has breakfast at home" I replied politely

" Dira?" the baritone voice I knew sounded.

I turned my body back and was surprised,

it turns out.....