Sincerity of Love JONATHAN

218. Independence day

"You, Bang." Naya nodded in agreement. And suddenly Ustad Yunus's eyeballs sparkled. "We can go through first, and if it's appropriate .. I want you to come home to see my Papa."

As the durian collapses, Ustad Yunus really did not expect if his ta'aruf request gets a very good response.

A good start, and he certainly prayed that in the future God would provide an easy way for him to build a household.

Although Naya is a new woman Ustad Yunus knows, but besides there is already a sense of interest, Ustad Yunus also feels confident—if he is a good woman to be his wife.

"If that's for sure, Nay." The man smiled with happiness. "Thank you for the answer. I'm so happy."

"I'm happy too, Bang. And just this time, there was a man who asked me to ta'aruf."

'Alhamdulillah .. thank goodness, Allah.' Ustad Yunus nodded with a sigh. He could feel that his heart was now blossoming. 'May He be given the right, Allah. And this must also be thanks to Umi's do'a.'

'What the hell are they screwing up? Seems serious. Where does Boy keep smiling again?' From a distance, Papi Yohan was still watching them. And it was obvious that he was so curious.

"Bapi why, anyway, daritadi see him mulu! Not eating!" yumna's voice looked angry. The man in front of him instantly averted his gaze, then stared at him.

"But just curious, Yum. With what they're talking about and Boy's face looks so serious." Papi Yohan scoops the chicken soup in a bowl, then devours it.

"Udah anyway, why Papi curious all. I told you that he was just a stranger. It doesn't matter, Pi!" yumna.

"Yes, yes." Papi Yohan sighed. "No need to push too much, Yum."

"The papyri ngeselin anyway." Yumna snorted, then continued eating the fruit salad.

***

Ceklek~

"Daddy! Mommy!" robert just walked into Joe's treatment room.

The boy who had returned home from school immediately threw a hug to Syifa, who was sitting in a small chair beside Joe while peeling apples.

"You're home, son?" Syifa immediately stroked the top of her son's head, then kissed him gently.

"Yes, Mom." The boy stroked for a hug, then climbed on the bed to hug Joe's body.

"Who's home?" ask Joe.

"The same Opa." Robert pointed to Papi Paul who had just sat on the sofa, accompanying his wife who was busy watching Drakor on the laptop. "Oh yeah, Daddy did get infused, anyway? Tomorrow will be August."

"What August's the same relationship, Rob?" Joe's forehead seemed to flinch, not understanding the intent of his son.

"Mommy hasn't told you, has she, same Daddy?" Robert looked towards Syifa.

"That, A. Robert asked Aa to participate in a rock climbing competition at school. And coincidentally said Mr. Bambang .. want to be held as well. But for the teacher and the parents of the students, so pitted against it."

"Where can Joe climb the betel, Fa." Papi Paul chimed. And made his daughter-in-law look at him.

"Why, Pi?"

"Si Joe besides being a coward .. he's also afraid of heights."

"So pretentious Papi," concluded Joe who seemed not to accept what Papi Paul revealed.

"But speaking after reality. You are afraid of heights. From a small age, where have you ever climbed a tree? Said she was scared."

"Not scared. But in the tree it likes a lot of ants, so I'm afraid of being bitten, Pi," he told me. He said that out of embarrassment in front of Syifa. It's not cool to be afraid of climbing trees.

"If Daddy is not afraid, it is proven to dong!" challenge Robert.

"How proven? That means Daddy has to climb a tree now, is that it?"

"Don't A," bar Syifa quickly. "It will hurt again, it can climb trees. Will fall."

"Not now, Dad," Robert said with a sledgehammer.

"Then?"

"Tomorrow, just like a pinang climbing race. Daddy's gonna be cured tomorrow, right? You're out of the hospital?"

"You're out of the hospital, Mom. It's healed." Robert looks crazy, and indeed he really wants his Daddy to join the Augustusan race. "Daddy's time lost to other parents? His father Juna, his father Leon, and his father Atta both follow him."

"But, son, they're not—"

"Okay, Daddy's coming, Rob," Joe interrupted his son's speech. "You just register Daddy's name." Given such a challenge, of course Joe can not stay silent.

"The list is the same Mommy, Dad."

"Cantumin my name, Yang, make the race," Joe told Syifa.

"That's not it, A!" Syifa seemed to refuse, because she disagreed. Especially with Joe's condition. "No need to run the race, watch it."

"The fire is coming. Vice-President Joe, Fa," said Papi Paul who somehow suddenly wanted to follow. Like Joe, he never entered any race to celebrate independence every year.

"It's really true!" Mami Yeri directly chimed in while looking at her daughter-in-law. "The best fire in climbing business, Fa. Must have won."

"Where is represented. I want to follow myself! Papi can't come!" joe doesn't want to.

"You've only healed Joe. And you are also afraid of heights" said Mami Yeri.

"Tomorrow I'm healed, Mi. And I'll prove that I'm not afraid of heights. His name is cemen!"

"Opa equals Oma mending from now on people's rent," Robert's suggestion gave an idea.

"Hire people to do what?" papi Paul asked puzzledly, his forehead flinched.

"Make a supporter. Robert also participated in all the races and had been training. Surely you will be proud .. if Robert gets the prize. Where's the car prize again."

"Seriously? Car prize?" Papi Paul and Mami Yeri were both round-eyed, surprised and unexpected to hear such a fantastic gift. "It's great Mr. Bambang, not to race the prize car," added Mami Yeri.

"Then Papi will follow, Fa. Let's get a new car." Papi Paul looked at his son-in-law. "Not another race? Besides climbing a pinang?"

"About the prize .. it's the jury's secret, Pi. And there's not necessarily a car." Syifa looked doubtful, and indeed she did not know about the gift that was really out of nowhere.

Mr. Bambang only asked him to take note of the proposed children of his students, but all decisions are of course from the hands of the jury and secret.

"Maybe the car, Mom. Robert did it yesterday." Robert seemed sure.

"But Mommy isn't sure if your proposal is heard, son. Cars are expensive."

"There's no dues, huh, Fa? And who are the judges?" mami Yeri asked curiously.

"Jurinya Pak Bambang, headmaster of Kindergarten with Mr. Zaka, sports teacher, Mi," Syifa replied. "And about dues, Mr. Bambang did not ask. He used the school cash and there were donors who gave it. That's what I heard from yesterday's meeting."

"Who is the donor?" ask Mami Yeri again.

"I don't know, Mi." Syifa. "I think you know maybe only Mr. Bambang and other judges. I just happen to be a host."

"Yes, Papi and Mami you register, Fa, any race we want to join. Yeah, right, Pi?" Mami Yeri looked at her husband, asking for her permission.

"Yes." Yeah." Papi Paul nodded in spirit.

"I'll ask Mr. Bambang later tonight, yes, Mi, Pi. Perhaps it is in addition to parents .. the family of the student can follow."

"Yes." Yeah." Papi Paul and Mami Yeri answered together followed by a nod of the head.

'Ah these people, all follow the mulu. Just watch and be a supporter. That's a lot nicer, Joe's inner voice that looks snorting.

***

Next day.

Today, where the day is awaited by all students who attend school there. Which certainly wants to enliven the independence day of the 78th Republic of Indonesia, with competitions held by schools.

Before the event was held, all students there held the flag ceremony first at 7 am. Because indeed the moment of ceremony is a mandatory moment every year.

...Anyone want to run the race? Cusss hunted same list Bu Syifa 🤭...