Sacred Love Shanum

Chapter 2's

Shanum was confused where to go. Besides Faisal and his wife Dini, he has no brothers in the village.

Suddenly his steps stopped as he crossed the TPQ which had been his place to teach. That day coincides with the time children learn to teach.

Of course the plain-faced children were curious when they found Shanum who was carrying her bag.

"Where is Shanum going?" ask one of the kids.

"From today Nining will replace Shanum's teaching here."

"No. We want Shanum's mom." The other child chimed.

"Mbak Shanum is sorry, but Shanum can no longer live in this village."

Shanum could no longer hold back his crying when the 6-8-year-old children suddenly grabbed his body.

"Mbak Shanum don't go. Hu .. hu .. hu." The crying of one of the children began to break. Not long after that, another child cried.

The sound of the children's cries apparently invited the attention of one of the residents whose house is not so far from TPQ.

"What's this about? Why are these kids crying?" tanyakanya.

"Shanum's sister is leaving. Hu .. hu .. hu …"

"Go? Where are you going, son?"

"I-I got a job offer in town."

"If you go, who teaches these children?"

"Mr don't worry, Nining will replace me."

"It looks like they already love you. However, this is your right to work. Kids, this Shanum madam is going to town to work. He would come to this village often. Isn't that right, Shanum boy?"

"I-i-iya, sir."

"Mbak Shanum really yes, often here," said one of the children.

The girl nodded her head while smiling.

"Bak saying goodbye first, later you guys who obey yes, same mbak Nining. Assalamu'alaikum."

Shanum then left the place even though he had not determined the direction of the destination.

"Where is Shanum going?" ask someone when they find him sitting in front of an empty shophouse.

"Ehm .. I-I want to go to town, ma'am," he answered half in doubt.

"You want to work?" ask the woman again.

Shanum shook his head.

"Loh, go to the city and don't know the obvious destination yet. Many say this city is more cruel than a stepmother. Which comes with the purpose of improving life is not necessarily in accordance with expectations, especially those that only capitalize on determination."

"I actually left my hometown because I had to, Mom."

"Forced?"

"Yes, Mom. I-I was expelled by my pakdhe and budhe on the grounds of wanting to sell my late father's house to open a new business" Shanum said.

"Greedy man!" as the woman.

"I have a brother who lives in the city. Maybe he can help you find a job. His name is sir Wira. You remember, his address on jasmine street number 72. If you take the bus from the terminal, get off at the jasmine stop, then enter the small alley on the left. My brother's house painted purple, there is a rambutan tree in his yard," explained the woman who is often called Bu Endang.

Somehow Shanum was interested in finding where the address was. Since he did not have anything to record the address, he also tried to remember carefully every detail of the address that was described bu Endang.

"Thank you very much for the information, ma'am. It's really helped me."

"Together, Son. Human beings should help each other, right? Arriving in the city, say my regards to him."

"Goddess, Mom. Yes, I'll excuse you first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Halte jasmine! Preparation" cried the conductor.

Shanum quickly moved from his bench. He was not long on the city bus.

"Sir Wira, Jalan Melati number 72 ... eh .. 27 or 72 huh? Duh! How am I so confused like this i," her inner self.

"Sorry, Mom. Can you show me where Mr Wira's home address is?" he asked a woman who met him.

"I'm sorry, who is this mom?"

"My name is Shanum, Mom. I just came from the village."

"Lantas, what's your purpose in finding Mr Wira?"

"Ehm .. Look, Mom. I am a neighbor of the Endang. He gave me the address of Mr. Wira. He said Mr. Wira could help me find a job in the city."

"Oh, mbak Endang. That's my sister-in-law."

"Thank God, we are found here without me having to look far."

The woman who had been prejudiced against Shanum was now turned friendly.

"Come, to my house. My husband often found a job. But it's not all for free."

"I mean Mom?"

"Age now where there is free. Just throw away the water and pay."

"Ehm .. If I have to pay, I don't have a lot of money. This money was also hard to collect from the voluntary contributions of parents of students to teach me in the village."

"Let me be kind again, you can pay whatever you have."

Shanum then took out the money sheets from his bag and gave them to Bu Endang.

"How much?"

"Maybe about two hundred grand."

"It's okay. Than nothing."

Both arrived at a house. As Miss Endang said. His brother's house was painted purple and there was a rambutan tree in his yard.

"Your house is close to Mbak Endang?" ask Mr. Wira after his wife introduced Shanum to him.

"Far away, sir. Different RT."

"Are you sure you want to work as a domestic assistant?" ask the hero again.

"Yes, Sir. I just finished SD. Other than being a housekeeper, I no longer know what job to look for to survive."

"All right, I get it." Mr. Wira wrote something on a piece of paper. He then presented it to Shanum.

"This is the address of the house where you work later. Sorry, I can't drive you because this afternoon my wife and I had to attend the wedding invitation. The house is not hard to find. It's on the side of the road. The paint is light purple and three-story," said the fat man.

"Good, Sir. Thank you so much for your help."

"Oh yeah. Looks like you should know this. The house belongs to the famous businessman, Ardian Permana and his wife Elina Permana. They have three boys who are all in college. From the story I heard no one can stand working in the house because of the attitude of the three sons of Ardian father who almost at will alone."

Shanum breathed. From the story that just heard it has made his guts shrink. He was not sure if he could work at the home of Mr. Ardian Permana and faced the attitude of his three sons.

"How, Son? You ready?" ask Mr. Wira.

Shanum sighed.

"God be ready, sir."

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