Our Story is Not Over

CHAPTER 5

As always, every afternoon Flowers will help the Mother to lift clothes that have dried. All of this was purely the desire of the Flower who wanted to help her mother. Actually it is not ungrateful to have children who are understanding and like to help, but now is not the time for the days of Flowers spent to help the work of the Mother.

"Flower .. Let me pick him up!" asha said when she saw the flowers had taken one by one the clothes that had dried.

"That's okay, Mother. Flowers will want to help Mother," refused Flowers.

"Yes, Mother knows. But Mommy does not want the flower of tiredness, was already going to go around taking dirty clothes."

"Nothing Mother. Let's quickly finish the work Mother. Do you not like Bantuin flowers? Why every flower helps, Mother always forbid?" Now the unexpected question came out of the little lips of the child.

Asha only swallowed the coarse salivation. He also came closer to the flower. "It's not so, honey. Mommy is happy when the child Mother wants to help Mother, but mother just does not want the child Mother tired, dear."

"The Flowers have said that the Flowers are not tired, Mother." Flowers insist on desire.

"Alright, but not this abis Flower shower and get ready to najai, yes! It's late afternoon!"

"Yes, Mother."

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It has become a habit every five o'clock in the afternoon until finished magri children the age of Bunga even above will teach at the nearest mosque. Flowers that are almost late come immediately swarmed by some friends who aired why Flowers are almost too late.

"Flower ... are you helping your mother again?" ask Aini.

"Yes. Today my mother's laundry is a lot. So I helped lift the clothesline just took a shower. Has it started?"

"Yet. It's just about to start. Let's get in!" Aini pulled the flower's hand to enter the mosque immediately.

The routine activities of teaching are an idea of a complex cadet coral child. The youth deliberately set up routine activities every afternoon so that they do not lose their next generation, considering that there are now many children who do not care about the Quran as a guide to life.

"Flower, the day after tomorrow you're going to the zoo?" chirps one of Flower's schoolmates.

Flowers silent. He couldn't give an answer yet, because he knew going to the zoo was a cost. And the Flower cannot ask the Mother for money. She knew how hard it was for her mother to raise money for her meals and school. If the Flower comes along, it will definitely make a burden for Mother again.

"It seems I'm not coming. I don't want Mommy to be burdened with all the costs. I don't want my mother to be sad" said Bunga. Yes, although in the heart of the flower really wants to go to the zoo together with his friends, but Bunga also thinks about the financial condition of his mother.

"Yes .. whereas all this time you've never been to a zoo. Too bad, Bunga. My mother said, there we can ride elephants and camels, you know."

Who would have thought the conversation of two children sounded in the ears of Askara who had just finished her magrib prayer. His heart smiled when he heard an unexpected answer from a child the age of Flowers, where he was still thinking about the state of his parents, even though he was 6 years old.

And how surprised when Askara realized that the words had just come out of the lips of the little girl who had been stuck a few days ago. He did not expect the girl to have such a mature mind. Because his heart was touched Askara immediately approached two small children sitting behind him.

"Hi .. "greet Askara to Bunga and her friend. "We'll see you again."

Bunga was surprised to be able to meet the person he met a few days ago. Even the man ordered an online motorcycle for himself to arrive at the front of the house.

"Om .." said the Flower with its sparkling face.

"Who is he?" whispered Mely, the friend who had been talking to Bunga.

"It's Om .... " The flower dwells for a moment because the flower itself does not know what the name of the man in front of it is.

"Call me Om Kara. The house is behind this complex. Om also just moved here about a month ago," explained Askara.

"Oh, Om Kara's house is that new house huh? My mother said the house was huge. It's Om Kara who has it" Mely said.

Askara just smiled a little. It is certain that his existence in the midst of the citizens who live in a complex will be a byword. Askara could guess, as she and Asha had also lived in a small complex. At that time Kara's kace business went bankrupt and inevitably Askara took the steering wheel by opening a small workshop. Meanwhile, Asha, his wife became a clothes washerman to help Askara's finances at that time.

"Eh, what were you guys telling me again? How can you ride an elephant and a camel?" ask Ask Askara who pretended not to know with the topic being discussed by the two children.

"Oh .. that, Om. The day after tomorrow we'll go to the zoo but Bunga won't come because Bunga won't burden his mother." Mely said what it was.

Askara nodded slowly. He knows what he has to do at the moment.

"Where are you two at school?"

"In Kindergarten the nation, Om." it was Mely's men who answered Kara's question.

"All right, Om first. You guys are good and diligent. Tomorrow Om comes by again. Om will also bring souvenirs for you."

The face of Mely san Bunga was seen sumringah because of Kara's remark that said she would come again with souvenirs.

"Well .. It's really Om." Mely was very enthusiastic.

"Yes. O promise."