PRISON LOVE For STELLA

Life Lessons

The atmosphere in the car was quiet again. Safira was shaking her lips. Piqued. Sulks. Inwardly, it was eager to make this man beside her apologize to her. For his behavior that upset him.

However, Safira had not yet launched the action, Lutfi's phone rang. He knew that it was from his daughter's nanny.

Lutfi immediately picked up the phone. Afraid something is important.

"Yes, Bude. I'm a jerk! I'll be home soon" Lutfi told her daughter's nanny.

The nanny is heard talking. However, Sapphira did not hear clearly the voice of the person.

"Try paracetamol, Bude. If not wait for me to get home. At least ten minutes. I took my employer's daughter first huh. Yes, Bude!" lutfi again.

Before long, Lutfi hung up the phone call. Then, he refocused his eyes on the front. But not with Sapphira. Maybe he cares too much about Naya. Safira did not hold back either. By lowering the ego, this woman asked. "Naya why? Is it sick?" ask Safira. Now it's softer, because he doesn't want to fight.

"Yes, Mom. She's hot. Maybe we'll have teeth!" answer Lutfi. His eyes turned soft. Like I was holding on to a deep sadness.

"Oh my God, so sorry. Can I see it?" Safira cupped his hands together. Begging that he be allowed to meet the little girl.

"It's night, Mom. It's not good for women to be outside the house at night" Lutfi refused subtly.

"I beg you!" safira again.

Not wanting to argue, Lutfi also went straight back. Plung gas into his contract. If I'm honest, he's also very worried. However, Naya desperately needs her role as a mother. Naya needs her decoction. Lutfi must be a father and mother to the princess. Especially when he was sick like this.

Sapphira did not dare to say a word. I don't know, all of a sudden he was afraid to see Lutfi's anxiety. I want him to win that guy. However, Sapphira did not dare to speak. Fear makes the man more anxious.

***

Happiness comes in time. It was a principle of life that Zein got from a coffee vendor he met at the place where he was relaxing spending his first night in this beautiful city.

"Have you been selling this for a long time, sir?" zein asked the old man.

"Fifteen years, Den. Since getting a PHK (disconnected from work)," he replied with a sincere smile.

"Over a long time, sir. But you stay healthy. That's incredible!" zein said as he patted the old man's shoulder.

"This life, the key is just one, Den. Grateful and grateful. Go ahead, don't complain. Happiness must come in time. No need to worry," replied the old man again.

Zein smiled. Because he actually also agreed with the old man.

"Daddy has a child?" ask Zein again.

"My son's seven, Den. The three S2s were all doctor graduates. The 4 teachers," he answered honestly.

The old man smiled. Then he said, "My greatest happiness is to see them live happily. Shaman. To help others. Not arrogant. Although they are doctors and teachers, if you play to where his father never brought a car. Huhahhahah .... For me, it's unparalleled happiness, Den!" add this guy again. He chuckled, Remembering how his son and daughter always appreciated what he said.

Hearing this slightly unreasonable story, Zein asked again.

"Sorry, Sir! If I can know, why you choose to sell this hard. Should be with a successful child like that, you can already live well dong!" zein was curious.

"My life is good, Den. Who says my life is not good. I can still eat with my own sweat. Is it not the gift of God that I am to be grateful for." The man chuckled. Then he went back to his words. "At my age of almost eight-headedness, I can still keep the people around me motivated. Do not rely on and expect from others. Even though it's the child himself. What's more, they're already married." The man seemed to be breathing deeply.

"I mean, Father. Isn't it the obligation of children to meet the needs of their parents after adulthood?" ask Zein. Little confused.

"Indeed, that's for those who understand. But we as parents must also remember, that one is indeed our child, but one is not. I don't want to create a commotion in their household. I don't want to interfere with money. I don't want to see them fuss over understanding how to take care of me. I am grateful, until this moment I have never troubled them. A tiny bit!" replied this man, smiling proudly to himself.

"Father is an amazing father. I salute you, Father. Pray for me to be healthy like you and humble like you are" Zein said, giving the red sheet.

Then, the old man immediately took out a cloth bag containing his money. Then give the change to Zein. But Zein refused.

"Don't refuse, sir. This is sustenance, Father!" answer Zein.

The man smiled and replied, "Well, thank you. I promise to channel this sustenance to those who are more in need" replied the middle-aged man.

"Make those in need? Mean Father?" asked Zein curiously.

The man smiled, then showed Zein a yellow and pink painted shophouse. Then he said that there are children in need of our helping hand.

Zein looked at the shophouse, and asked, "What place is that, sir?" ask Zein.

"The place where we have to set aside 2.5 percent of our sustenance for them" he replied with a laugh.

Zein frowned. Then, he walked closer to the shop. Silence, then he read in his heart the sign written there.

"Mother's Love Orphanage" Such is the sentence attached there. Zein understood the meaning of the man's words. Zein quickly caught up with the old man and continued their conversation.

"Great father, who owns the place, sir. Did you know him?" ask Zein.

"His owner I don't know, but there are a lot of children who need our helping hand. That's all!" replied the old man.

Then they go back to chatting. Sharing stories. Zein was so happy to get to know this old man who thought he was so wise. Zein was happy because the father of seven children turned out to be very generous. If you look at it, he is just a coffee seller. But his heart was truly golden. Zein salute.

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