The Young Child

Part 3

"Don't hate something, because it could be the best choice God has given you."

Although now the sky has been bathed in sunlight, but the cold air is still comfortable covering the surface of the skin, as if reluctant to leave.

Roll up the body with a thick cloth is the desire of every human being, for situations like this. In fact, it was all just a beautiful expedition.

In fact, before the cock crowing Mother was already in the tea garden owned by the master Karya. Around seven o'clock the Father also began his efforts to collect sustenance by selling scarves and knitting made by the Father in the camp area.

"Neng, later fried tempeh, and saute the kale, do not forget to make sambel. Keep anterin to the Father, the challenge is on the cupboard." The last words I heard from Mom after the dawn prayer.

After drying the clothes, Halwa saw the round object the timer had shown at nine o'clock. He rushed to the kitchen, washed the kale that his mother had prepared in the herbal medicine basket, then soaked the cut tempeh with salt water, while waiting for the salt water to seep on the Halwa tempeh began to saute the seasoning for his kelp.

***

It did not take long for Halwa to do his job, he was a deft and meticulous child two traits are very suitable for the procession of a health worker. Unfortunately it was just sweet wishful thinking.

Last weekend was Halwa's last day at school, two weeks after Hamdan's stabbing. Luckily when a motorcycle passed by and helped Halwa carry Hamdan to a nearby health center, Hamdan had to receive five stitches on his back, lucky that the wound was not too deep, now Hamdan has returned to his activities, becoming a student.

"It's ten o'clock, the mendingan I took a bath first nganterin lunch for the father," Halwa's tiny hands deftly compose rice and side dishes into an ancient stainless bushel.

***

"Assalamualaikum, sir." Halwa approached and kissed the back of her father's hand.

"Waalaikumsalam, you are very diligent Neng, at this hour have sent the Father food." Said Mr. Asep saw Halwa carrying an ancient mantis, which had been married since the first time. It was a wedding gift from Mr. Asep's Mother, his Father Halwa.

"Let you all help me keep the stall, so Halwa came early."

A small deck consisting of two tables with wooden poles measuring no more than one meter, with winding electrical cables that have not been used from the end of the pole to the other pole.

About one meter to the right and left there is a bamboo pole that supports a stretch of plastic cover cloth, dark blue.

"You wait for the stall first Neng, you want to go to the mosque first. Want to pray Dhuha." Mr. Asep took out a sarong from a butut bag that always faithfully accompanied him when selling.

One habit that Pak Asep still runs since he was a child until now is the Dhuha sunah prayer.

Many people assume that Dhuha prayers are prayers to ask for sustenance, but in fact there are many benefits of Dhuha prayers that are often forgotten. For example, a house is made in heaven or gets a reward like a pilgrim.

"Yes, sir,"

***

Bored to start picking up Halwa, it has been thirty minutes since his Father said goodbye to the mosque and has not returned, thought Halwa His father must continue reading the holy verses of the Qur'an after performing Dhuha prayers.

And that's how long Halwa waits for buyers, but of the many people who pass by there is also no interest in the products that Halwa sells.

A Father, a Father, the head of the household is a knight without a horse who still smiles even though he is tired of gnawing at his body at night.

A middle-aged woman approached the Halwa stall, the lipstick color she wore was in line with the color of the bag she was holding. Flaming red.

"What scarf is this Neng?" The mother was wrapping around a blue knit scarf.

"Twenty-five thousand," I said.

From his appearance shows the impression of socialite, as evidenced by the famous clothes and lebel in front of his bag.

"Fifteen thousand ajalah Neng, after all this material is ugly, twenty-five thousand mah, omnipotence." Astagfirullah I lafadzkan in my heart, trying to maintain a smile that is increasingly heavy.

"Sorry Mom, you should if you want to bid the price of goods, do not insult their goods, they can be offended." Bela middle-aged woman with brown hijab, white skin her face is also radiant may often be exposed to ablution water.

"Don't interfere in other people's business!

Gini ko ugly stuff for sale." The red-clattered mother slightly threw the scarf she had just held.

"Neng, you got nothing?" the brown hijab mom came up to me, smiling kindly I replied with a skirt.

***

Lucky at the time of the incident Mr. has not returned from the mosque, so he does not need to be the target of the emotion of the lipstick woman earlier. Since two weeks ago, I have never gone through that little road again, it's safer to use the open road.

I sped up, worried that A Hamdan had come home from school and waited on the porch.

Ekh, wait a minute! isn't that A Hamdan? hanging out in the stall with his friends, but that's not what surprised them, but among them there was a "doer" stabbing A Hamdan yesterday.

"For the elo here, I'm getting five stitches." One by one, the pea skin began to enter Hamdan's mouth.

"It's also an elo bro plan, we'll have to wear the school uniform next door again." Cigarette smoke also graced their conversation.

"Yes, but the plan is just to fight, do not use nikam also times." Hamdan's face shows.

"What matters now is that the plan has been sorted out, your sister has also quit school, so you don't have to drop out of school. A little wound is common for men." A friend patted Hamdan's shoulder slowly.

"So this is all A Hamdan's plan, so that I would quit school willingly out of guilt?"

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