PROOF OF LOVE FOR THE STARS

37 What really happened

Star

Two weeks after my return, from today I will be teaching at one of the private universities.

I am grateful that I finally had an activity as well after two weeks of being unemployed.

My job every day is just to follow the traveling papa monitor the condition of the contract and boarding. Sometimes come to BL shop and Aunt Rara's boutique. And if Zoya's kind, I'll take her to Arumi Resto. Really, I was a rioter for two weeks.

Today I was out of the campus. And right at the campus gate was a student who gave me a flyer. "Sister, please participate. If interested in chat directly to the contact person yes." Said the girl with a friendly smile.

I put that flyer on the dashboard of the car. And drove my car straight to Aunt Rara's boutique.

But Azan Dzuhur reverberated, I immediately turned my car to a mosque that was not too big. I decided to pray here.

After the prayer I did not go out. I tidied up the face that was placed carelessly in a closet located in the corner of the mosque.

"Abang, is his leg healed? Rani saw since a few days ago not using a stick anymore."

I heard a question from a girl. I peeked out of the big window in front of me.

They talk behind the wall. Until I only saw two boys in clothes that could be said to be very shabby.

"Yes, his prayer brother also stood up. Not sitting down anymore." I heard the other boy talking. I kept making my face in the closet.

"Alhamdulilah, my brother's leg is now healed. After a year you can't walk."

Deg.

That sound? I'm stunned. My hands stopped moving.

"Alhamdulillah." The children give thanks.

"If it's big later. You guys don't fight on the highway, yeah. Danger. Your Nasip can be like a brother."

"You too, if you are selling the same, be careful. If you cross the road also look left right."

"Yes bang."

"Thank you for the house read Starlight bang. Now Rani can read the storybook at night." said the little girl in a cheerful tone.

"Craftsmanship-learning. Let the school be smart. Saturday afternoon, if you go there. Later brother's friends will teach you school materials."

"Really bang?"

"Yes, there you will be distributed stationery anyway." I heard very carefully, that voice. Yeah, I can't be wrong.

"You like meatballs?" The man's voice sounded again.

"Likes!!" The child screams happily.

"Come, brother tracts at kang Romi's shop."

"Ayooo...!"

They heard they left the mosque. The sound of their laughter began to drift away.

"Neng, justin. Let me take care of that later." The voice of the middle-aged woman shocked me. I looked back. A woman slumped towards me.

"Son, anything buk. I'm not in a hurry either." I answered with a big smile.

I immediately finished the last fold and immediately walked out of the mosque.

"I go first, ma'am. Assalamualaikum." My pamphlet to that mother.

"Thank you, be careful on the road. Greetings waalaikum."

I immediately went out and looked for the children talking outside earlier. And the back of a man familiar to me was seen leaving the courtyard of the mosque.

The man whose smile and laughter did not disappear in the least. Even while walking a man and five small children were still able to joke and laugh. They crossed the road to a meatball stall.

"You happy, Rion?" mummify slowly.

Yes, he is Rion. How could I forget his voice. Eighteen years will not be lost in a year.

But one thing that makes the corner of my heart ache. I remembered their conversation. They talked about sticks, accidents, and a year of not being able to walk.

"What exactly happened to you, Yon?" mumbling again.

I drove my car and passed the meatball tent. I caught a glimpse of Rion sitting with the children.

I passed them, but a shophouse with a large plaque that read HOME READ STARLIGHT caught my attention. A year ago this place did not exist.

I don't know why I pulled over. I got out of the car and went inside. The door made of glass with the open letter I pushed slowly.

The first sight I saw was a row of shelves filled with books, there were also shelves that were still empty and some children who laughed while reading books on small tables. Some were sitting in a circle, and some were aloof in the corner.

A smiling girl greeted me. The girl sitting at the reception desk.

"Good day, brother." Sweep me.

"Welcome to the Starlight Reading House. Introduce me Tiara." The girl introduced herself.

"Fill the guestbook first, sister." said the girl as she gave me a large book. The recording is still manual.

I gave him my ID so he could record my name.

"Do you want to be a member?" Ask me.

"Member?" My Deuteronomy.

"Yes brother. If you have registered as a member, can borrow a book in a week sak."

"It is possible to donate a book." Say again.

I'm nodding. "Can."

"This place is new, huh, brother?" I asked when the girl who was about 18 years old was writing.

"Yes, brother." The girl looked at me. He's very polite.

"It's only been a week." Further.

"It's all free?" ask again. I'm still curious. If you pay, what about the kids here? Their clothes are seen from the small people.

"Yes brother. Unless you are late returning the book. We'll fine. Even if the book is missing."

"Including these kids?" My toot. And he nodded.

What if the money? Do these kids have the money to replace lost books?

"Let's money?" Ask again.

"No brother. It can also be a punishment. As per the order of the founder of this house read. His message, do not burden the children. It could have been a mistake they made by accident."

Very good founder of this place.

"He did dedicate this place to us, to them, brother. Unlucky kids who have limited costs to buy books."

I'm nodding. "What kind of books can I donate here, Ra?"

"All books can be. The origin is positive. But we are focusing on SD children's books. Either a textbook or a storybook." The girl in front of me explained very patiently.

My eyes were shining at every corner of the room. There is a prohibition of noise and eating. I saw the stairs. "What's on the second floor, Ra?"

"It's still empty, brother."

I left after I got the member card. I am registered as a member to two hundred and sixty. I looked at the blue card. Cards are lined with plastic covers.

I came out of the reading house and my eyes were drawn towards indo-april. Four shophouses from the reading house.

I walked there. Buy dozens of milk in a box pack and some snacks.

Four large plastic bags were already in my right and left hands. I went back to the reading house and put all the stuff I was under near Tiara's desk.

"Tiara, please share it for them, if they want to get out of this place."

"Can't you?" whispered to him.

"Can brother. Thank you brother."

"You take it, if you want. Titip yes, Ra."

"Yes sister." the girl smiled shyly.

I'll get out of that place soon. Start the car engine. But the flyer on the dashboard caught my attention.

My eyes are perfectly round. A flyer with big writing on it. The Star Light Reading House.

Thiskan, place.

I was surprised by an unexpected coincidence. I haven't read the leaflet, but I've reached this place.

I read at a glance and the contents are an invitation to donate books to the reading house.

The trick is to directly come to the Reading House or contact person so that the book is picked up at the donor's house.

My eyes were perfectly rounded when I found the name of the person I knew in the contact person.

Orion: 08xx xxxx xxxx

Tiara: 08xx xxxx xxxx

Orion's? Could it be the same Rion? Then there's just his name and Tiara. This is the Tiara, right? Or maybe they are both the founders of the reading house?

What is their relationship between the two? Maybe they are clinging. I shook my head slowly. Stopping my brain from thinking about things that are none of my business.

There were a lot of surprises today. It starts with meeting Rion accidentally. Until the house read and Rion's name in the leaflet. The name Tiara is also there.

I breathed a heavy breath. Thought about? For what, Bi?

It turns out there's a lot of things I've been through here. But one thing kept me calm. Rion's happy. Rion continued his life. Rion is not down. And Rion must have found a new love.

Now it's my turn. I will start my day with a lecturer. Follow in the footsteps of Oma Citra and Opa Darma.

I'll go and head to Aunt Rara's boutique. Wh-wh-what for? To simply ask for the latest output shirt rations this season. Hehe....