
Like Rais's request. After finishing all his work, the boy approached Jafar who was taking care of the bookkeeping from Amanah Store.
"Have you?" jafar asked softly, staring expressionlessly. Until the adopted child bowed.
"Here you go, Father," answered Rais quietly.
Jafar shut down the laptop. "here."
Rais. He was confused, which is meant 'here' by his father where? On the left side of Dad there are papers, on the right side a little narrow. Actually, if he sat there was enough. But what, not pa-pa by Dad? Rais is afraid of being angry.
"You heard what Dad said?" reset Jafar.
"Listen, Dad."
"Then here" said Jafar.
Still looking down, Rais walked up to his father. Then when he got near Jafar and the sofa, he looked up. "Can I sit here, Dad?"
"Can."
Rais sits.
"Your head hurts?"
"No, Dad."
"Why keep looking down?"
Rais looked up quickly and sat up straight. "What a hell, Dad."
"So learn?"
Rais nodded. "So, Dad."
"His books?"
"O-oh yeah." Rais got up from the sofa. "I forgot Dad. I'm sorry. Please wait a minute."
Jafar just stared.
Who would have thought that Alma would be a mother of two children. Women and men, named Dilara and Rais. As a woman, it is her duty to raise a child. Either the biological child, whether adopted children, he became Ummi Salamah role model. So that Rais does not feel different he loves the child as equal to Dilara. Thankfully, her daughter loved her sister too.
So he did not have to bother persuading Dilara this and that, so as not to quarrel with his sister. But ... Alma was aware of Jafar's attitude. Her husband said he liked Rais, was willing to raise Rais. But the attitude of Jafar who only spoke briefly and without smiling at Rais. It would really make her foster child feel inferior.
Alma doesn't want Rais to think Jafar isn't dear. Alma also did not want Rais to feel that he was not a real child. Even Dilara said that the sister told me about a photo that Rais did not have by Jafar, her husband.
Alma looked quickly. "What, Honey?"
"Rais isn't here yet, is she?" Dilara. "I've been waiting for almost ten minutes. Mas Mas Mas Santri said that he had finished helping clean the bathroom of the mosque. But until now, how is it not visible?"
"Dilara has a promise with Rais?"
Dilara. "No, anyway. But usually you don't need promises, Ma. Adek will definitely make a look at me in the kitchen. Anyway also .. If I'm everywhere adek must have appeared."
"If you want to play. Mending Dilara playing outside, honey. This kitchen is the place to be. We will cook big for Friday together," explained Alma.
"I have no intention of playing, Ma." Dilara stared at the new crackers in the drain. "I'm just waiting to see me."
"Who knows Rais again to tell Dad? So it's better than focusing on helping Mama with Mbak Mbak. But if tired Dilara can go home," said Alma.
"I'm not tired. I'll help Mama."
"Grandfather!"
Rais who was about to enter the house turned his head directly when he heard the voice of the Big Brother. "Mr?"
"You're mama cariin!" Dilara pursed her lips. "Where have you been, then?"
"I'm from everywhere, Ma'am. Earlier clean the bathroom of the mosque, continue it .. I also studied briefly with Dad, continue again .. I finished this prayer," explained Rais.
"Yes!"
Dilara breezed away. Because he's still angry with Rais. The reason was not clear, just because Rais did not see him in the kitchen, he was angry.
"Mister, angry?" asked Rais who was following her brother sitting on the sofa. "I'm sorry I didn't play."
"Who wants to play the same? Aja again males see adek," ketus Dilara. "There don't be no sign of Ma'am."
Rais was silent for a moment. Not long his eyes glazed over. "I'm .. mi-apologize, Ma'am."
"Grandfather!" Dilara suddenly approaches Rais, one of his hands touching Rais's back. "You cry anyway?! Okay, don't cry that. Later if Mama asks what I'm confused to answer."
"I-I'm sorry." repeated Rais again with a look at each other. "I don't want Mbak angry .. later I have no friends to play again if Mbak angry. I'm .. I'm also afraid I'm angry at Dad, if sam-pai makes Mbak angry."
"Yes-iya. Ma'am will not be angry. Now shut up, Mama will hear I will be angry," persuaded Dilara.
And Rais agreed to keep quiet by nodding. The boy wiped the tears on his cheek. "Yes I stopped crying. I don't want you to be angry with Mama."