THE LOVE OF SMP CHILDREN

27

At that time , his mother Damar looked stunned &, And as soon as her father Fani looked towards his mother Damar, her father Fani was also stunned with a face pointing at the astonishment .

" MOM...!" his his his hisses Fani.

" SIR...DIK SURYA'S...!"

" Yes, Ma'am . It's me, Suryadinata ."

Rushing his father Fani who turned out to be named Suryadinata ato commonly called Mr. Surya poured into , then hugged his mother Damar . It makes Damar so stunned, do not understand why his father Fani who is a rich and respected businessman, did such a thing to his mother who is only a poor widow.

" Kenpa mbak do not know if mbak is in Jakarta ?" ask papa Fani after doing a hug .

" Ma, this is Haryati's mother who I often tell my mother.

Mama Fani also immediately followed what had been done by her husband, a hug to her mother Damar, which increasingly made Damar increasingly more stunned , not understanding what really happened.

"MOMICHEN..."

" Oh, apparently you have become successful people, my sister, thank goodness, I am happy and proud to see her" said Damar's mother .

" So Damar's a child ?"

" Yes ."

" Ohh..." Fani's father complained . Then looked towards Damar who was still standing glued with a face pointing at not understanding what was going on ." Damar my son .. come here . Om is Ommu. Your papa's sister..."

With feelings still not understand, Damar finally according to , memahmiri papa and mama Fani .

" Come here, Son . Hugged Om.." his father Fani asked with tears seemed to flow out of both corners of his eyes . Tears must have met his family , also sad to see the state of his brother's family suffering . The humiliated, because of poverty .

" Om .."

" I'm sorry Om, Son . Forgive Om," soaked Papa Fani while hugging tightly Damar, as if he did not want to part with his new-found nephew after so long did not meet. While his mother Damar and his mother Fani still embrace each other and cry full of novelty .

" O.M...."

" Yes, son ?"

" Is Damar's father alive?"

" Still."

"Where is he, Om?"

" Don't you know who your father is, my son ?"

Damar shook his head.

" Damar has been left by his father since he was a year old, in Surya . So, where does he know his father ?" said his mother Damar told .

" Don't know how you are now ?"

His mother Damar shook his head.

" The famous man . Maybe even the entire community in Indonesia, especially the people of Jakarta know him. Almost every day mas appeared in the media both television and newspapers . Cooking mbak ato Damar don't know ?"

" Who's Om?"

" What's your long name?"

" DAMAR SULISTIO."

" You know your last name is your father's first name. You know who is a big businessman who has many companies that spread in almost all parts of Indonesia, my son?"

" Sulistio Widodo."

" So..?"

" Right, My Son . He is your father, also the brother of Om."

Damar was shocked to hear the words of his father Fani who was also his own biological uncle.

" What's up, son ?"

" It is fitting that he said if his son is still alive, then his son will be the age of Damar," said Damar .

" Have you ever met him, Damar ?"

" Yes, Mom."

" Where is ?"

" On the street, when Damar sells newspapers . That time..."

Damar recalled the incident a few days ago, when a man in a luxury car and make-up Perlente called him and bought his newspaper .

" Dic , newspaper ...!" call a man with a makeover perlente on a luxury car .

" Newspaper, Om ?" ask Damar .

" Yes ."

" What newspaper, Om ?"

The middle-aged man in the Perlente did not answer . His eyes fixedly looked at Damar's face, making the young man frown, not understanding why the rich man looked at him so much .So asked instead of answering , but instead silent silence .

" Om.."

"Oh, uh yeah ....?"

" What's up, Om ?"

" Oh, uh,ng.nggak . Nothing - nothing ."

" Why do you see me so ?"

" It's okay . I just remember my son ."

" A Om child as big as me ?"

" If he's alive, maybe as big as you are,"

Damar mangosteen and asked, "Oh yeah, Om what newspaper message ?"

The perlente man also mentioned the name of the newspaper he wanted . Damar pulled out the bundle of newspapers in question, to then hand it to the middle-aged man who received it and handed him a piece of money twenty thousand rupiah .

" That's back for you ."

" Maxly a lot, Om ."

The middle-aged perlente man nodded.

" Excuse me, Om ."

" Yes ...."

Damarpun let out a long sigh after reminiscing and recounting the incident that afternoon to his mother, as well as his father and mother Fanu who turned out to be his uncle and aunt .