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I have been there long enough and it is time to go home to prepare the seeds of plants that I will plant besuk. To be able to pursue the dead line of time given. I say goodbye to Mr. Zulkifly and immediately go home to my house. Because he still has to solve the problem of Sidiq who yesterday fought with his school friends.

Hopefully the parents of the child can be spoken well, my mind.

Arriving at home greeted Nisa and Jafar who were playing together.

“Ayaah... go home, take by by don't make Nisa well ?” Ask Nisa who always asked by when her father came home from anywhere. Jafar said nothing but shook his father's hand and kissed him.

“Aah you are asked by every father to go home.!” I answered Nisa my daughter.

“Kan Nisa son father.” Sahut Nisa who feels as a child must be considered by every father to come home. Carrying children is different even though they are born from the same parents.

“Yes yes, I bring food typical kulon progo area, Nisa want not. Mas Sidiq where is it?” ask me to nisa while handing over the package by Nisa and Jafar.

Nisa did not answer but directly opened the package Growol and Geblek typical Kulon Progo area.

“Mas Sidiq inside well, new play Guitar.” Jafar answered.

“Main Guitar ? who's Same ?” go to Jafar. While Nisa protested with by the one I brought.

“This is well, corn is given coconut, the same name is not good ?” nisa's protest that doesn't really like regional food.

“That's the name Growol dear, the only name is geblek (read geble`k/vocal e the second by widening the lips) food area. Mommy has not come home yet Nisa ?” I asked Nisa.

“Udah again nemenin mas Sidiq same temen in.” Answer Nisa.

“Yaudah Jafar with Nisa playing outside first yes, dad and mom want to talk to mas Sidiq.” I said to Jafar and Nisa.

“Iya well, mas Sidiq has also been waiting for the father of earlier.” Jafar.

I went into the house and went straight to the bathroom washing my feet and hands. Habits of cleaning yourself after traveling. Then look for Sidiq to his room. I peeked out of the opening of the door a little.

I heard Sidiq was learning to play guitar by reading a guitar cord book with his friend.

I see Fatimah my wife watching over Sidiq and her friend, I am very grateful Fatimah was sincere in caring for her stepson Sidiq. But sometimes also excessive and pamper his children.

“Not so hold his Cord Sidiq...!” I said I know Sidiq.

“Eeh dad, indeed dad can play guitar Well ?” Ask Sidiq.

“Can dong, try borrowing first here.!” I said grab the Guitar Sidiq and his team.

Then I plucked the guitar strings one by one listening to the tone of the guitar strings.

“This is the sound of the guitar strings are not yet Stem or not yet fit, must be fitted first tone Sidiq.” I said I tried to tune the guitar manually.

“This new tune.” I said to Sidiq.

“How to yah ?” Ask Sidiq.

The plan to ask about the problem of Sidiq so delayed because there is a friend Sidiq and because he is playing Guitar. Then I explain how to tune the guitar from the no one string until it sounds e tone, then equalized with the top string by pressing the top string on the fifth string and so on.

“But the heart of the string can break the danger of eye contact, so do not be too tight and the eyes do not look towards the strings.” I was clear on Sidiq.

“Mas want to drink what ?” Ask Fatimah.

“Make me pureed tea only, my stomach is a bit less good most of the coffee from earlier.” My answer.

“Indeed mas tuh, coffee just do not know the time to have stomach acid too..!” answer my wife while walking out of the room.

“Nah Sidiq plays his guitar later again yes, I want to talk. This is Sidiq school, whose name is ?” my many.

“The name is ichal well, want to follow guitar learning can yes well ?” Ask Sidiq.

“maybe but now Sidiq is ready to be ready first come with Father and mother to Sidiq meeting place that yesterday Sidiq hit. Sidiq must apologize.” I said to Sidiq.

“But it wasn't Sidiq who started Dad, he started first.” Sidiq.

“Iya sir, I also see not Sidiq starting mukul.” Bela Ichal temen Sidiq's.

“Gak papa, admitting wrong does not mean wrong. It is better to avoid conflict than to be hostile. Yuk moves to the front room just talk.” Take me to Sidiq and the Temennya.

Then Sidiq and his friends came with me to the living room, carrying his guitar.

After being in the living room while waiting for Fatimah who had not brought a drink I asked Ichal temen Sidiq.

“That's Your Guitar Ichal?” I asked Ichal.

“Iya sir, eeh has an older brother Ichal.” Answer Ichal plainly the language of the child.

“owh, yes it's just like yours. Indeed his brother Ichal likes to play guitar too?” my many.

“Us ever learned but keep stopping not wanting to learn again. So Ichal just borrow to learn with Sidiq.” Answer Ichal.

Then Fatimah came to bring drinks and snacks for Ichal and Sidiq as well.

“So Fatimah who let them play mas guitar, than go far.” Fatimah.

“iya no papa really, I also do not forbid.” My answer.

“Tadi mas can ngajarin Sidiq, can indeed play guitar mask ok Fatimah never see ?” Ask Fatimah.

I did not answer, because it has been a few years never held a guitar since entering the boarding school until now. But I borrowed Ichal's guitar and then played Keny.G's classical instrument to answer Fatimah's question.

Only once did I play just answer Fatimah's question and also try to see if I could still play the guitar. It turns out I still remember enough, even though my left fingertip hurts when I squeeze the strings of his guitar.

“Wah dad can play guitar, ajarin Sidiq ong Yah ?!?” exclaim Sidiq jubilant.

And I never thought Nisa and Jafar would listen and join in.

“Nisa also yes well ajarin with mas Sidiq.!” nisa Pinta.

While Jafar did not comment anything, there was not even any interest at all. I just thought, “Jafar this character is very strange, Sidiq play ball he just watch, Sidiq now want to learn Guitar he is interested also not. What is my son's favorite this one.” I said in my heart.

I didn't pay special attention to any of my children. But because jafar looks different to his peers I was forced to observe and supervise specifically. Although still giving the same attention to Sidiq and Nisa with the same portion in my opinion.

After Ichal temen Sidiq came home and I invited Sidiq and Fatimah to prepare to meet the parents of the child who fought yesterday with Sidiq.

“Jafar, you were home with Nisa. Later if there is anything to say the same mas Amir. Ask for help from Amir, but do not forget that you can not tell. But the language is asking for help and should say thank you afterwards. Understand that Jafar Nisa is also so yes.!” I said to Jafar and Nisa.

“Yes well, Jafar knows.” Answer Jafar.

Yes well, later bring kebab yes Well..!” nisa Pinta. This kid can't be his mom's dad out a little without being taken by, I thought. Sometimes the behavior feels funny but sometimes it also makes dizziness, if brought by food is also exhausted in the menu. Not dear food, just afraid to be a vanity only for the anti Nisan.

I also went with Sidiq and Fatimah to the parents' house of the child, which turned out to be the village Margono who used to understand me a few years ago.

“You know not Fat, if the child who fought with Sidiq yesterday is a neighbor margono who used to gang up on Rendy?” I asked Fatimah.

“Lah keep how mas ? right people there are famous rather bar bars?” Ask Fatimah worried.

“Gak papa, which is clear we will come good goal is not to make a storm. I invite you and Sidiq to show that we came with good intentions.” I replied.

“Iya but Fatimah who became horrified mas.” Reply Fatimah.

“We will go to the village elders first, do not go directly to the child's house. let's not be misunderstood there is a mediator.” I answered Fatimah.

“As far as you are, the important thing is that Fatimah is tired and mas also must remember that you are getting older and have three children now.” Fatimah.

“Iya, anyways who wants to fuss, mending think of finding money for children's expenses.” I said.

When he arrived in front of the house of the elder Kampoeng (People who are respected in the village) turned out Mbah Kidi (his nickname) as well as on the terrace of his house.

“Kulo Nuwun Mbah Kidi !” I said to the old man.

“Koweki Ahmad, putune kang Sidiq Ali to ?” Ask Mbah Kidi.

(You are Ahmad, his grandson, Sidiq Ali)

“Iya mbah, this is my wife's child, healthy to mbah ?” my many.

“Healthy, if not healthy what can sit quietly like this.” Answer Mbah Kidi joking.

“Owh yes mbah, sorry Mbah I want to talk there needs to be a little.” I said on Mbah Kidi a little loud because he had somewhat reduced his hearing.

“Ono opo ? if anyone bothers your family, say I let me finish right now. Do not you intervene, I remember the services of your father and your grandfather to me. Wis to gibber o wae. [told you].” Mbah Kidi.

“Kok mbah, precisely this my son yesterday did wrong, has hit a child named Cheko. And we want to apologize, if it must be treated so we can replace the cost of treatment. Because my son was wrong.” I said to Mbah Kidi who is a former gambler and former thug.

“Owalah Cheko brat new kui to, [cheko the new boy to], ], let me just tell her to come here her parents if they do not want to talk well later on your mom who will teach her a lesson.” Mbah Kidi.

“Do not mbah, talk well, eman eman tenagane sewah [please his energy sobah] if you have to play physical.” I said to Mbah Kidi. The most respected in Kampoeng, up to his children also participated in the sluggish i.

Then Mbah Kidi told someone who was passing by to call Cheko and her parents.

“Le celukno Cheko sak ibune kon neng omahku saiki ugo.!” the Mbah Kidi command.

[le call Cheko and his mother's father tell me to come to my house right now.]

“Njih Mbah.” Answer the child immediately ran to fulfill Mbah Kidi's orders. Although it was old but it turns out that this Mbah Kidi is still in fear and and in disdain for the citizens, my mind. Until I wondered how this old man used to lunge.

Not long after that came a child of the same age Sidiq with his parents.

“That sir who yesterday beat me.” said the boy pointed at Sidiq.

“Sidiq is silent in front of his father he does not dare to be like that.

His parents were almost emotional, his face flushed red with his anger. In my heart I said, “dealing children why their parents want to interfere to fellow children. Mental base cemen.” I said in the heart.

Fortunately Mbah Kidi saw the response of Cheko's parents quickly acted.

“Talked well, if you do not want to speak well my enemy.” Snapping Mbah Kidi who makes the guts of the person then becomes a whistle. The mental cemen. Just now it has changed completely to be the guts of the guts.

Then Mbah Kidi invited us all to his house to negotiate. Me and Fatimah also Sidiq entered first while both Cheko parents seemed hesitant to enter the house Mbah Kidi.

Until finally Mbah Kidi called him forcibly, then they want to enter.

“Well now you guys are talking well here, if anyone ngeyel me who will make the calculation !” mbah Kidi said, although I'm sure the sentence was only directed to Cheko's parents not to me.

“This Mbah, yesterday my son was beaten up by this child he said.” His father Cheko told Mbah Kidi.

“Totally so po le?” Ask Mbah Kidi to me.

“Kalo of course I do not know mbah, but the information from his teacher this morning these two children are fighting well his name is also a child. And my son has also advised me and if I am guilty also I ask for forgiveness right now. That's why I invite here, let later be the responsible child, and want to admit wrong if he is wrong.” I said to Mbah Kidi.

“Your son is wrong, my son is okay to be beaten so hurt like this..!” snapped Cheko's father.

Then Mbah Kidi spoke up.

“Kowe knows dewe opo mik jarene?” Ask Mbah Kidi to his father Cheko.

[You see for yourself or just say]

Cheko's father was just silent can not answer, I also do not want to speak up first waiting for the atmosphere to subside a little. Instead of creating a new maslah.

“Your son is whose name is ?” Ask Mbah Kidi to me.

“Name Sidiq Sekar Tadji Mbah.” Javabuk.

“I want to ask your child, you just shut up yeah !” mbah Kidi's orders to me.

“Iya mbah.” My answer's short.

“Ngger Sidiq, why did you hit Cheko ?” Ask Mbah Kidi to my son Sidiq. I believe Sidiq will be able to answer because he has the guts even though he is a child as well.

“He who hit me first mbah.” Answer Sidiq.

“Your little lie is small too..!” snapped Cheko's father. I just let it go as long as I don't play physical to Sidiq, I thought.

“Sidiq does not lie, Cheko first who mukul Sidiq many kok witness friend of Sidiq.” Answer Sidiq firmly.

“you shut up first, who told you to talk ?” snapped Kidi's mbah at Cheko's father. Who then quietly bowed.

“Cheko, really you used to hit Sidiq ?” Ask Mbah Kidi to Cheko.

Cheko quietly did not immediately reply, only his eyes looked at his father and mother as if asking for approval.

“Come answer Cheko, don't just shut up !” the Mbah Kidi.

“Iya mbah..!” answer Cheko in fear.

“Why did you hit Sidiq ?” Ask Mbah Kidi again.

“She bullied me Mbah ?” answer Cheko.

“Interrupt how ?” Ask Mbah Kidi.

Cheko returned silently not daring to answer, even just downcast looking at the floor he stepped on. Then Mbah Kidi turned around to ask Sidiq.

“Sidiq you disturb Cheko what ?” Ask Mbah Kidi to Sidiq.

“Soalya he bothers my sister Jafar, he wants to rob my brother Jafar money mbah.” Answer Sidiq.

Cheko's father who wants to speak up is snapped again by Mbah Kidi.

“You shut up first, now I'm talking to your kids..!” bentak mbah Kidi's. Shredding back his father Cheko's guts.

“What does Sidiq Cheko say ?” Ask Mbah Kidi.

The child named Cheko was getting more frightened, and more down.

“Jawab Cheko if not mbah law later you.” Mbah Kidi.

Cheko remained silent only nodding her head, a sign of acknowledging her actions.

“Try answered ora mik mantuk tok.” Mbah Kidi.

[try to answer not just nod ]

“iya mbah..!” answer Cheko slowly.

“It is clear now how it is up to you saj.” Mbah Kidi said later.

“But my child so hurt mbah, who is the parent who would have the heart to see his child hurt...?” his father said Cheko slowly but it makes me who has been patient from earlier so ride apitam too.

 “Awhile sir I've been quiet from earlier, because I feel it's an ordinary child's business. His name is a child now fighting later that afternoon is common. If parents interfere, it's called childish parents. Here I do not see anyone hurt, but the child's fight is common, except if the parents interfere in the affairs of the child. If Cheko and Sidiq fought then I saw for sure I was hurt. But if Cheko same Sidiq fight his father cheko want to defend cheko then his enemy is not Sidiq but his father Sidiq...!!” I said to Cheko's father…..????

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