Prayer of the Worthwhile. Taligama Lotus
Part 12's
"Thank you, this is more than enough" Marko said as he drank the sweet tea, as well as Jaka.
"What class is it now?" , Makro asked the boy who had not taken his eyes off of him.
It crossed his mind that the boy sitting in front of him was a tough and responsible and reliable child, evident from his attitude towards strangers who came to his house, even though it was his mother's friend.
"Class 7 om."
"If Rahma, what class?"
"Rahma 5th grade, Nisa 2nd grade, om," replied the child girl in the procedure, who had made her a sweet tea.
"Mas, dinner first, huh? let Fahmi buy fried rice at the end of the alley," Marwah's voice from inside interrupted the chat in the living room.
"Let Jaka buy it, Fahmi can anter Bang Jaka buy dinner for us?" ,Marko responded to Marwah's words.
"Can be it."
"Rahma same Nisa want fried rice?" , Marwah's voice was heard again.
"Rahma wants fried chicken Mak, Nisa also asked for fried chicken," replied the little girl.
"Well, fried rice four, same fried chicken, yes Jack, buy fried chicken in an ordinary place, there is also fried rice, right?"
"There sir, later the order WA only sir, afraid of the wrong menu," replied Jaka.
"Okay, Fahmi, here's the money." Marko handed over 5 pieces of red banknotes to Marwah's son.
Fahmi accepts with a look of disbelief, if Om Marko gives up this much money, "A lot of Om, the money?"
"Have you brought it, in case you buy what later."
"I-iiya Om, max, Om," Fahmi replied excitedly.
"Come bang, already this laper," asked Fahmi to Jaka, the two of them immediately left after saying goodbye.
Rahma helped her mother prepare the cutlery to be used later, while Nisa assisted Marko stroked the mat for them to sit down, because there were only four benches in the living room, even though the condition was already concerning.
Marwah noticed the man who had been so good to his family, looked so familiar and loving to his children, during this time his three children were not close to Sudrajad, the man who married her 15 years ago was more often outdoors.
When Nisa was born Sudrajad actually prefers to take her neighbors who want to go hajatan out of town, so their three children are closer to the mother, even when Marwah is still working first, he said, Rahma until brought him to his workplace, thank God his superiors and coworkers understand the condition of his family.
"Assalamualaikum," the greeting Fahmi who just came spread the reverie of Marwah.
"Alaikumsalam," answers almost simultaneously from the people who are in the house.
"Mom, here's the food coming" Nisa shouted as Jaka and Fahmi walked into the house carrying two godiebags containing their dinner.
Marko, Jaka and the three children of Marwah immediately sit up on the mat that has been held, Marwah assisted Rahma prepare dinner on their respective plates, special fried rice, fried chicken flour, and, capjay kuah and a variety of fresh fruit juices have been presented in front of them.
Fahmi led the prayer, after which they immediately ate a simple dinner according to Marko but luxurious for the Marwah family. Happiness emanated from the innocent faces of the three children seemed to enjoy the menu they really wanted.
There was a warm bogeyar in Marko's heart watching all that, until his eyes blurred because of the puddle of tears, immediately diverted his gaze so that the entire small room was unknown, especially Marwah.
After the meal, Marwah helped the children clean up their former dinner, Marko invited Fahmi to chat after throwing out plastic cups used for fruit juice.
"Om, this is the rest of the money to buy food earlier." Fahmi handed him two pieces of money in red and three pieces of money in purple.
"Really Om?" , asked Fahmi half-believing his hearing.
"Because, love to mamak first to be saved, keep coming back here again, talk to Om, not sleepy yet, right?"
"Not yet Om, Fahmi briefly into first, love this money to mamak." face sumringah emanated from the boy.
Marwah stepped into the living room still clutching the money, followed by Fahmi with a face that looked terrified.
"Mas, what's this money? Fahmi who asked ya?" ,Marwah asked the money that Fahmi had given him.
"Ck, what the hell are you, it is impossible that Fahmi asked for money, already take it, make shopping tomorrow."
"It's not because Fahmi asked?" , there is still a tone of doubt from Marwah's voice.
"You mother, must know much more about your son like what, have taken it, Fahmi here sitting near Om," said the man lightly. Marko is the type of person who does not want to bother with things like this.
"Yes, if that's the case, thank you Mas, I go in first, want to nemenin Nisa sleep, let Fahmi be won first yes, Mas."
"Hmm."
Ck, it still does not change, if the will is opposed directly ngambeg, basic Marko , grumbled Marwah when entering the room.
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This morning Marwah was lowering a sack containing scrap products scavenged from after dawn, suddenly there was a stone thrown about the window of his house until it broke apart.
Praangs...
"Astaqfirulloh, what is this!" , rushed Marwah into the house, afraid that his children would be hit by broken windows.
Rahma also Nisa screamed when she saw the incident, Fahmi was not at home, help at the grocery store, RT, since her mother was treated some time ago, Fahmi did ask permission to work in a grocery store owned by RT.
Marwah checked around the bottom of the glass-shattering window, there was a stone wrapped in paper, taken stone that was deliberately thrown into the window glass. How surprised he was when he opened the paper that read the threat.
IF YOU WANT TO BE SAFE, NEVER GO NEAR MARKO.
Instantly shaking Marwah's body reading the red inked writing, he never thought if he would get such terror and threat, let alone related to Marko, he said, all this time he felt that his relationship with the man he had known for a long time was only natural, even Marko rarely visited his home.
Who did all this? should I tell Marko all this.
All the excitement raged in Marwah's mind, while calming his two little girls, he immediately cleared up the mess caused by throwing stones at his house.
Until the call was heard from his cellphone lying on the dining table, immediately grabbed by a flat object giving Marko who continued to scream, an unknown number on the lighted screen.
Still with mixed feelings, Marwah ventured to shift the green button.
"Ha--hello," quivered the voice of Marwah.
Hows it? still want to get close to Marko?
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Who is the caller? wait for the next episode.
