Our Story is Not Over

CHAPTER 29

Although already having a rich father does not make Bunga become arrogant and forget his friends. Although currently the flower lives in a luxurious house owned by his father but he still wants to play to his friend's house. Even Bunga also often hand out toys to his friends. Bunga also did not miss the agenda of every magrib that is teaching at the mosque together with his friends.

Many mothers who feel salute with the attitude of Flowers. Despite being the son of a rich man, he is not ashamed to play with his friends.

"Flower ... Now do you live in the back complex where the rich people, why do you still want to pray here? Kan in the complex where you live now there is also a mosque even bigger than the mosque here" said Nina one of Bunga's good friends.

"Although now I live in the back compound there but since childhood I have lived in this complex and all of you are my friends. I won't be able to leave you all. After all our complex is close," reply Flowers with what they are.

"But my name in the compound where you live is all rich and do not want to be friends with poor people" continued Nina again.

"Who said? The proof is I'm not like that. Rich and poor are equal in the eyes of God. And what guarantees us to go to heaven is not rich, but good deeds that we do. So you guys don't get tired of always doing good sincerely, yeah."

Nina and some of her friends just nodded slowly. They were all grateful to have a friend like a flower who had not forgotten them all despite already being the son of a rich man.

And soon a middle-aged man entered the mosque. He is Mr. Mamang, a driver assigned to pick up Bunga.

"The Flower Ring is ready, isn't it?" asked Mister Mamang half-whispering to Bunga.

"Already, Sir. But the Flower is still Melly. He's not ready."

"Oh, then, you wait outside, yes," continued Mr. Mamang again.

"Yes sir," replied Bunga while nodding slowly.

Again and again someone stared at the Flower with dislike. If while the Flower still does not have a father, the Flower will be used as a mockery, and now after the Flower has a father, the Flower is still disturbed. Who else if not Alvaro. The boy hated flowers. Whatever the Flower did was all wrong in Alvaro's eyes. And this time without the knowledge of Flowers and other friends, he threw the sandals owned by Flowers into the trash can.

"Thankfulin you Flowers. But anyway still looking for face here" said Alvaro with a thin smile on his lips.

"Varo you're doing behind. It's dark in there. Come inside!" reprimand his teaching brother. "Have you not?"

Chief Alvaro shook his head slowly. Although every day he came to the mosque but that does not mean he also participated in teaching. Sometimes he just fills the absence so as not to be angry by his mother.

Actually Alvaro is a good and obedient boy. He's neither ignorant nor evil. But all of Alvaro's traits changed, starting a year ago when his father remarried a single-child widow. After her marriage, her father often worked out of town so did not know how her stepmother treated Alvaro.

At the age of five years, Alvaro has received poor treatment from his stepmother and stepbrother. Even mom would be Alvaro if she made a mistake. And since then Alvaro's nature changed, especially when he saw a woman without a husband. Alvaro would liken the woman to her stepmother. And when he saw Bunga without a father, he hated it so much because he considered Bunga the same as his half-brother who always defied him.

"Flower, what are you looking for?" ask Melly who is next to Bunga.

"I don't have any Mell. It was a feeling I put here, but now there are no joints" said Bunga with eyes that continued to trace every corner.

"Can't there be any? There's a moment of sandal-maling anyway?"

"I don't know either."

Mr. Malang who saw the employer's son who had come out of the mosque immediately approached him. Flowers are looking for something. "What's the Flower Ring?" ask mamang sir.

"This, Sir. There are no flower slippers" replied Bunga.

"Huh? How could there not be? Where did the flower neng put it?" ask Mamang again.

"So the flowers put it here, sir."

Mr. Mamang also finally helped look for sandals belonging to his employer's son who is not visible. But unfortunately he had circled the mosque building but still did not find sandals belonging to his employer's son.

"It looks like someone has brought sandals and flowers. Never mind, don't look for it anymore. We will buy a new one" said Mr. Mamang.

"But Mr ..... " The flower sees his feet.

"Here you are, Mr. Mamang gendong." The middle-aged man crouched down and gave his back for the Flower to climb onto his back. "Udah let's go up!"

The flower chose to shake its head. "No need, sir. The road flower is the motor there." Flowers point to a motorbike parked in the parking lot.

Mr. Mamang also could not say anything more when his employer's son had walked to where his motorbike was. Yes, even though his father has a lot of cars but somehow his son really does not like if everywhere is delivered by car. His employer's son preferred to be delivered by motorbike rather than by car.

"Yes, a child is like a flower. Masya Allah. May Bunga be a successful person in the afterlife. Amen." Pak Mamang also immediately chased after Bunga who was currently riding on his motorcycle.

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