The Port of Hearts of the Duda

New phone

Upon entering Kenzo's house Dara's feelings become unpleasant. Especially when you see Kenzo's car parked in the garage.

With Dara's slow steps venturing in, the atmosphere seemed gripping. His heart beat so fast.

"I don't think you're going back to this house ?" kenzo's barinton sound resulted in Dara's rare legs stopping.

"I'm sorry I came home late" said Dara earnestly.

Kenzo was silent, he sat on the sofa with his right leg resting on his left, his gaze still straight on the television screen.

"What did Kenzo see the news ? die me if he knows everything" Dara said.

"Say your mother's permission for a moment because there's an item you want to take, but I see you're not carrying anything"

Dara forgot, she should have brought one item for her to make an excuse. Because he had permission with Ningrum to want to pick up the items left behind.

"Anu mas, her boarding mother is leaving, she said late afternoon home but I wait it turns out not to go home" somehow that reason is in Dara's mind.

This time Kenzo looked at Dara's face, knowing that she was a little scared of him.

"Work here is not for playfulness, if you don't want to work here and take care of my daughter, please put your feet up !" kenzo said quite emphatically.

"I'm sorry ! please don't fire me ! since this job is so much I need, I promise I will not repeat this mistake"

Kenzo took a deep breath, recalling Neysa's cry as he returned home from work. And when asked Neysa said she wanted to come with Dara.

There Kenzo wanted to get angry, Neysa's crying made his emotions run high.

"Give me one more chance !" Dara pleads, hoping Kenzo will forgive her mistakes.

"Well, since my son loves you so much, I will forgive ! but once again you make a mistake, that second you lift your foot in this house"

"Thank you, I promise I won't do anything wrong again"

Kenzo no longer answered, because a few minutes later Neysa's voice called Dara. The woman immediately smiled then stretched out her hands to welcome Data into the embrace.

"Why did my sister go so long ? he said just for a second" asked Neysa.

Dara kissed Neysa's cheek lovingly "I'm sorry big brother, that was a little obstacle, but I promise I won't leave Ney again"

"really ?"

"Yes"

Neysa kisses Dara on the cheek, and all of that is seen by Kenzo. In the heart of the man smiled happily because his son was cheerful again.

"So Ney was crying, huh ?"

Neysa nodded her head, then said "Ney misses big brother"

"Sister also misses Ney" replied Dara "Yes yuk to the room, soon Adhan Maghrib we pray magrib together yuk, we pray Mama Ney to be happy in Heaven"

With the spirit of Ney agreeing, he even said he would ask the mother to go home for a while. Dara chuckled as she carried Neysa to her room.

While Kenzo was still sitting on the sofa, all this time because he was too busy working he never taught his daughter to pray, he never even taught Neysa to pray for the late Allisya.

"Truly I am not a good father and husband, I should have taught my son to pray so that he can pray for his Mama" said Kenzo.

In the evening, after performing the Isya prayer and put Neysa to sleep. _ Dara meets Kenzo who is in her study. Not to forget before there he made Kenzo coffee.

"Lock !" that order made Dara dare to open the door slowly

Kendo looked up at Dara carefully, he was surprised for what Dara met him like this, but he did not ask for a single thing.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted Kenzo's work" said Dara, a cup of coffee he made on the table.

"What's up ? just say it ! don't beat around the bush" Kenzo replied quickly, because he knew that Dara must have wanted to meet him like this.

"Emmm, look, brother. Can I ask for my salary at the beginning of this month ?" with doubt Dara expressed her wish.

"For what ?" Kenzo asked back

"I want to buy a cell phone, to contact my family in the village, they must be worried if I don't tell them"

"What do you want on a cell phone ?"

"It's normal sir, the important thing is that I can contact both my parents"

Kenzo nodded in understanding, then he opened one of his desk drawers. Then take out the cell phone box there.

"Take this ! it just so happens that when I have a birthday someone gives me a cell phone gift and I do not need it.. So you take it" said Kenzo.

Dara stared at the phone box, she knew very well that the price of the phone was very expensive, as the rich Dara was very aware of the price of luxury goods.

"But how many months do I have to pay it off ?"

"Wear it first ! price issues, don't think about it. As long as you can always make my child smile then this phone I give for free"

"Is that so sir ?"

Kenzo nodded, smiling as he saw Dara so happy to receive her mobile phone.

"And here's the card ! I will fill the pulse later" said Kenzo again, he gave a first card to Dara

Dara's attitude really shows someone who comes from the village. Even though from a small age he was surrounded by abundant treasures.

"I'm sorry, thank you all"

"Either. And I forgot to say.. Tomorrow and the day after I have work outside the city, so please take good care of Neysa and Mama"

"Yes, I'll take good care of them"

After that Dara left, and headed for her room. There he opened the cell phone that Kenzo had just given him. Mobile phones are the usual kids conglomerate wear.

"So said Kenzo mas present when he's birthday, must have bought him a girl, he must have liked the same mas Kenzo" muttered Dara while flipping the phone.

"Ah stupid, I don't care about it. The important thing is now that I can call Mama and Papa so they don't worry"

Dara put up her starter card, and an SMS came in where hundreds of thousands worth of pulses had entered her number. Soon Dara typed an SMS for her to send to the Mama.

"Assalamualaikum Ma, it's Dara, it's my new number. Dara here is healthy and fine. So you don't have to worry ! and don't call Dara, let Dara call Mama first"

The short message was immediately sent to the number of the Mama, Dara was relieved because this way he was comfortable working and his parents would always get news from him.