Sincerity of Love JONATHAN

219. Augustus

"Good morning, kids. It looks very cheerful to all of you," said Syifa who greeted by using a mic.

He stands in the middle of the field with Gisel who is his host partner. He's a kind of kindergarten teacher.

"Good morning too, Mom!!" All the students and guardians of the parents replied. They were all on the side of the field, sitting in their seats.

The three judges were also in front of them, each sitting with one large table.

"Connected the students in the school a lot, so the Augustusan race is divided into several clubs as usual" said Gisel while staring at the paper in his hand, he also gave Syifa two other pieces of paper to read them.

"For the first keloter, especially the kindergarten from A and B. Divided into two squads, the first race is to eat crackers then ...."

While the two hosts explained about the race, Robert who is now with Joe, Mami Yeri and Papi Paul actually looked busy staring around. Like looking for someone.

"Who are you looking for, honey?" mami Yeri asked while feeding Robert milk biscuits.

"Opa Hamdan and Oma Maryam where are you, Oma? Why not come here? Kan Robert asked this morning with Daddy .. tell them to come see Robert race." It feels like Robert wants, Opa Hamdan to watch and become his supporter. Of course it will make him more excited in the race.

"Maybe in a minute, honey. Just wait," Mami Yeri replied gently with a sweet smile.

"Oma so pay people for supporters, right?"

"So dong, honey." Mami Yeri nodded. Just discussed, the rental supporter has now come by riding two sedan cars and down together. There are 8 people, men and women and they are employees of the Joe factory. Each of them held a banner that read the names of Robert, Joe, Mami Yeri and Papi Paul. Embedded 'passion' writing as well. "That's them, honey," he tunhuk then.

"That's good, Oma." Robert smiled sweetly and looked happy. Now it is just waiting for the presence of Abi Hamdan and Umi Maryam. 'They are definitely still on the road. May the race begin .. they have come, Robert's mind is hopeful.

"Pi .. I've got crackers dong!" pinta Joe to Papi Paul.

Seeing the Kindergarten children were doing a cracker eating competition, why did he want it.

"You want to take part in a cracker-eating race?" ask Papi Paul who is sitting next to Joe.

"No." The handsome man with narrow eyes shook his head.

"Continue?"

"But I want the crackers."

"Where can it be, it'll make the race."

"To ask for one thing is okay, Pi. A lot of people." Joe pointed to the table beside the jury, and up there was a large white plastic containing several white round crackers. "Go there, take it, Pi. If asked to pay, Papi just buy me one."

"Ah you this. It's cracker time anyway, Joe?" Papi Paul looks upset, and reluctantly complies with his son's request.

"What kind of person would want? Papi's time does not want to obey my will? Is it not, baby, is it me? I'm like this 'cause Papi's grandson is too." Joe looks sulky, his lips are pursed.

"It's not clear whether you are. Who's pregnant with Syifa but who's more you! It's weird!" Papi Paul grumbled in annoyance, but he finally complied with Joe's request.

He went to the cracker table, intending to ask the race committee for crackers.

"Okay ..cracker feeding and carrying marbles with spoons is done yes, kids," syifa said when the two races had ended and the jury had recorded who became champions one, two and three.

"Now move to the second kloter, which is for first and second class. For those who feel the same list Bu Syifa .. you can go directly to the field. The first race is sack racing" Gisel said.

"Thuh ... Rob's! It's your turn, baby!" joe cheered his son. But the boy just looked uninspired, different during the flag ceremony earlier.

"Robert! Robert's! Robert!"

"Spirit! The spirit! The spirit!"

"You can do it! I can!"

"Sound one! Champion one!"

"Car prize! Car prize!"

"Opa Hamdan and Oma Maryam have not yet come, Opa," replied Robert with a frown, then gazed at Joe.

"Daddy called Opa, Rob, this morning. And he said he wanted to come" said Joe, then reached into his pants pocket to get a cell phone. Intention to contact her in-laws again. "Now you go to the field first. Let Daddy call again, ask them where they are."

"Robert! Sweetheart! Come on over here, kid!" Syifa called her son. Because only Robert is a participant who is not in the field. While some other children are ready to wear sacks.

"Thuh ... Mommy called. Cepet, sana! You must be the champion, honey!" papi Paul exclaimed with encouragement, and Mami Yeri had already pulled her grandson's hand to come with her. He'll take her to the field.

"Look in the sack, son. And jump fast to win" Syifa said with a smile. Then help her son to wear the sack.

"Do'ain Robert to win, yes, Mom," Robert asked. And for some reason, his heart now became pounding even faster. Maybe the influence will start the race.

"You'll win, honey. The jump spirit." Syifa rubbed her son's bald head, then stepped forward to see some rows.

Robert was right at the end of number two, next to Baim. Then Leon, Juna, Atta and some other children.

"This time I'll win again, like last year!" juna exclaimed with a burning spirit. Indeed, he has become a subscription to the Augustan champion, every year in school.

"No, Juni! This time I won!" reply Atta. "I've been skipping from yesterday."

"I also trained yesterday, where guided by the teacher again" said Robert.

"Who's your teacher, Rob?" ask Baim who has started warming up with a few small jumps.

"Opa Hamdan."

"Okay kids. You ready, you guys?" ask Gisel.

"Ready, Mom!" Cheer them all up with a lot.

"One time back, kids. First you jump to the end. The flagpole." Gisel pointed in the direction in question, giving instructions for the boys to understand. "Continue coming back here, and who's fast he can be sure will be champion."

"From first grade, champions are divided into three. One, two and three. Same with second class. So each of you has a chance to become a champion" Syifa added. "Mom will count from now on, and be prepared for you."

All children consisting of 10 first and 10 second class were already planning while holding sacks. Be prepared to hear the next instructions.

"Bismillah .. jump fast and don't ...." Syifa's words immediately hang, when there is a child's hand that holds his arm.

"Oh, Mom." Robert was seen grimacing, while touching his lower abdomen.

"Why are you, son?" ask Syifa curiously.

...The fall address before this race mah😅😅...