PROOF OF LOVE FOR THE STARS

38 Brother Bi here?

Orion

I entered the Reading House after being full of meatballs with the children.

"Nearby..." Call me Tiara, the girl I worked with to guard this Reading House.

"Yes, bang?" the girl looked up at me, but she was focusing on reading books.

"That's what?" Point me at the big plastic that says Indo-april on the front.

"It's a food bang. There was a beautiful sister who came here. Keep on the list as a member."

"It was also. Keep coming out, not long back, bring all this." Point it at the plastics.

Beautiful sister?

"Sister is nitip to Tia, so it's shared with these kids bang."

I'm nodding. Who yeah?

"Would you like to go home?" My toot.

"It's still 2 bang." Her speech.

His hours are not over yet. Tiara usually comes home at 5pm. And come again tomorrow morning at 9 am.

"Go home, Ra. Let brother take care."

"What is really bang?" tanyanya.

"Yeah!" My speech.

"OKAY. Thanks very much."

"Tia brought 3 milks together some crisps bang. Make Tia's sister." He said while taking some milk and snack boxes from the plastic and he put them in his backpack.

"Go home, bang. Tia's got the spare key. So tomorrow morning don't come here."

"Yes.yes.." I told him.

"Daaa..." He waved his hand out of this place.

Tiara is a simple girl who has just graduated High School. Unfortunately, he did not pass the selection to a state university. So he decided to try again next year.

Tiara, she's a good girl who is also very concerned about the state of underprivileged children. Because of the lack of textbooks, so they have difficulty while studying.

Tiara immediately agreed when bang Ezra invited her to join and supported my efforts to make this Reading House.

Tiara was also promised a decent salary, because indirectly Bang Ezra and I want to help the economy of the Tiara family.

His father was a motorcycle taxi driver while his mother was a washing worker. And Tiara has a sister who is 9 years old.

"What time are you here?" I ask the children who number more than 10 people. They share books, but they don't whisper. They are hard but not too hard.

"From school, bang." Answer a child.

"Have lunch?"

"Already, dong!"

"Behold if you haven't eaten, your mama's taunting on your nya-nyari here continues brother in anger." I said with a tone like a sulking person.

"Hahah." they laughed.

"Let's relax, bang. It's not gonna." Said a child.

"What do you write, Zal." Ask the Middle School boy named Rizal who still wears the school uniform.

"There's schoolwork, bang." she replied.

"Why don't you go home first, change your clothes."

"Ngirit fare bang. If you walk from home to return here a distance bang. Tired." The boy named Rizal was back to writing.

Rizal usually works to find used goods. But he still put his school first.

I am grateful, this Reading House is welcomed by many people. My family and people around me support me.

"It's okay. Than in the cafe playing the game. The boy's dying in here." Say one of the mothers whose children come here often.

"Yes, rather than running around on the street. Danger. Mending here adem use AC. Free right, tong?"

"God willing is free, ma'am." I said when my mother asked about the fees their children had to pay.

Mami papi is my main supporter. It costs a lot but the goal is good.

"By building this place, hopefully you can flap your wings and see that the world is vast."

"Many people do good without showing it in front of many people."

Sure enough, in the context of the day there are hundreds of members and almost a quarter of them are contributors to books both new and old but still worth reading.

Om Dion even donated two large shelves that I could use to compile a book.

Om Langit, he knew from Aunt Rara about my plan when I shared the shirt business problem that I was going to run. He donated funds for repainting Ruko that papi bought with this one nego.

Nath, Nair, Ethan, Shaka, Caraka and others contributed their books. There are even some who give new books.

Om Josep presented me with a large plaque that I put in front of this building.

Om Akhtar, the series of numbers he transferred to my account is proof of his support.

Use it as best as possible. That was the message three days ago.

I don't know, I don't know why my path is so smooth. Maybe this is what is called something that has a good purpose, it will be easier to walk.

I opened a book where there are records of the names of the members who have been registered. My eyes were perfectly rounded when I looked at the last data in the 260th order, the name of the Star Alkhaleena.

So what does Tiara mean, that beautiful sister Star sister?

You didn't misjudge Tiara. She is beautiful.

So Brother Bi is here? I breathe heavily. Which means I didn't see wrong, I saw his car in the courtyard of the mosque.

Maybe Brother Bi accidentally stopped here. Or his family has already told this place. Or is Brother Bi here to look for me?

Heart melos. Where could be Rion. Whoareyou?

I got home when the azan magrib reverberated. My family and I pray together. And finished praying I immediately taught.

"Well, come with me?"

Chiara came to me who was teaching in the prayer room in our house.

I saw Chia looking neat in her knee-length dress. "Where are you going, Chi."

"Dining. Om Akhtar invited us all to his house." Chia said leaving me.

I closed the Qur'an and walked after Chia. But papi made me stop. "Aren't you ready for Yon?"

"Where are you going, Pi?" my many.

"To Akhtar's house. Om Akhtar invited us to his house for dinner."

I stared at the neat papi with his shirt.

"Maybe Rion's not included, pi." I said limp. I walked straight from the papi to the room.

"Because there are stars?"

I looked towards papi. Papi knows what my head is.

I nodded weakly.

"It's precisely this opportunity to make things right, Yon."

"Om Akhtar didn't include you in the exclusion list either."

"Come prepare! Papi wait in the car. Slow 10 minutes. Papi's staying." Papi walked out.

I went into the room. We wonder whether to come or not.

I saw the stairs. I want to bet here. I climbed one of the stairs and said, "follow." And go up again and say, "no."

"Follow, no, come, no." At the end of the stairs. "Follow."

"Aiiiss." My grumbling.

"OK along." I stood up straight to tidy up my cocoa shirt. "Fight with Bismillah, Rion!"

I walked into the room, wearing long jeans and a cream sweater. Stupid, I want to relax. After all, only dinner at Akhtar's house.

I got down immediately after making sure my hair and face were worth seeing. Before getting into the car, I exhaled a heavy breath. "Okay Rion. Face up. Boys should be gantle." Mumamku.

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