Berlianku My wife
4. Foundation

The morning breeze rattled through the cracks of the house. The dark-black sky faded into whitening slowly ready to open the morning.

Mr and Mrs Aryo are still asleep and hugged to let go of longing after 3 days of not meeting. They are indeed a couple who are no longer young, but their affection is still always the same.

While Alya who is used to waking up early is holding the Quran and chanting it in the room. That's the teaching that Miss Mirna planted. Although one page every dawn Alya must make time to teach. While the workers in the palace-like house were busy with their respective duties.

After finishing school, Alya went down and went into the kitchen, mingling with her new friends she had met last night.

"Hi Ma'am, what do you want to cook?" ask Alya to Mia.

"Eh Non, regular breakfast mistress fruit juice, same meat. If master, bread equals jam Non. If you don't want me to masakin what?" ask Mia.

"I cooked by myself Mba" .

"That can't be Non. I will be rebuked by madam. Mending Non temenin aja, usually the mistress of this hour sports in the back garden if not a walk outside" replied Mia gave an idea.

"But I don't think aunt has woken up yet" Ma'am"

"Oh yes, sir just got back from the trip? Hihihi must have woken up this afternoon!" answer Ida while grinning meaningfully. Mia and Alya were clueless about Ida's intentions.

"I helped cook? Please!" pinta Alya wants to join. Then Alya finally joined the ART to make breakfast.

After a while the cooking was ready. Alya helped prepare in the dining room. After breakfast ready Alya upstairs, take a shower and get ready to leave for the apartment that Bu Rita promised.

Miss Rita and Mr. Aryo are ready to go down to the dining table. Alya joined them. Even the silent atmosphere was only the sound of spoons and dishes, he said,

"Ehm. Mah, Farid whastap, today there are journalists who will come to the foundation" Mr. Aryo said breaking the silence after finishing sipping a glass of water. Ms. Rita who was drinking juice did not immediately answer, finishing her drink first.

"Well, is it Pah? Duuuh why there are all journalists" replied Bu Rita grumbled not like himself covered by the media.

"Say the journalist wanted to cover the mamah for the TV station show, the woman of inspiration. Mamah can inspire many people" Aryo replied with a loving look at his wife.

Alya who listened was amazed by the tant. Something she had not imagined before even this beautiful old woman had accomplishments she did not expect.

"Alyas. Later accompany aunty to the foundation yah!" pinta Bu Rita to Alya.

"Yes aunty, but if I may know what foundation? Where's?"

"Animatic foundation. Come along, kid. You can join too. It just so happens that her BTQ ustadzah is on maternity leave, right Mah?" aryo's warm question made Alya change her mind.

"It turns out that Aryo is not that scary. Maybe yesterday because of jetlag's new fatigue. But what kind of kid is a vampire?" Hihi, Alya smiled to himself muttering inwardly seeing Master Aryo smile.

"You smile, you want a sign, son?" ask Miss Rita.

"Yes Aunt, very willing" replied Alya spirit because Alya was also confused if at home to do anything.

"It just so happens that it is in the direction of Ardi's apartment. Your belongings are taken only" pinta Mister Aryo gave a solution.

"Okay Om" Alya replied smilingly. "It turns out om Aryo is as good as aunty" Alya muttered as she walked to pick up her suitcase.

"Darling, same Mr. Rudi yes! Papa wants a meeting at the office" said Mr. Aryo while peeping his wife's forehead. Then drive to a different car.

Alya behind Bu Rita smiled shyly. A scene never seen from his single mother. Alya imagined her old age. Alya wants to be like her aunt, have a husband who loves her.

"Come Nak! We leave immediately" asked Bu Rita to take Alya.

Mr. Rudi also opened the car door for Bu Rita and Alya. Then put Alya's suitcase into the trunk. They left the palace of Mr. Aryo to the gunawijaya foundation owned by Bu Rita.

"Tante" call Alya soft.

"Yes dear" replied Bu Rita warmly

"Alya can say no?"

"Alya ngefans the same Aunt" Alya replied while giving both thumbs up.

Alya smiled obliquely giving a cute smile sweet and sincere. Everyone who sees it will melt. With reflexes, Aunt Rita immediately pinched Alya's cheeks that were round but not fat.

"Issh is sick Aunt" replied Alya holding her cheek.

"You're so sweet baby, aunt thank you here aunt so not lonely" said Bu Rita and embraced Alya. Mr. Rudi in front was smiling glancing at his big mistress looking happy.

"Aunty's son never came home?" ceplos Alya curious.

"Hhhhh" Bu Rita took a deep breath, as if bearing a heavy burden.

"Aunty son ngambek with his mother Nak, from two months ago he should have come home here. But she doesn't want to go home yet" Ms. Rita said sadly.

"Oh that's Auntie. Sorry if Alya makes Auntie sad"

"Dear, it's okay. Aunty prayed that the stubborn aunt's son would melt someday. Aunty's just saying she's always okay there?" bu Rita told me.

"Aamiin" Alya replied with her lips locked.

Actually in Alya's brain stored a thousand questions, "What makes his son angry to not want to go home? Then, what is the mistake of parents as good as Bu Rita and Mr Aryo, what is the child of Bu Rita? Is it really like a vampire like Ida said?" then Alya shuddered in horror himself while imagining.

"Why are you, son?" tanya Bu Rita disperse the reverie of Alya.

"Hee, no Auntie" Alya replied smiling sweetly.

After a 30-minute journey they arrived.

In front of Alya looks a building similar to a boarding school, but not a boarding school. There were tall trees, near the fence there was a large courtyard in front of the building, which resembled a football field, there was a basketball court as well.

The building is almost the same as a school but in the other side of the building there are small house cubicles. It turned out that there were skill training rooms. And at the end of the fence there is a small mosque next to which there are two fish ponds and a vegetable garden. Yes like a smaller but more complete school complex.

After Rudi opened the door. Alya and Bu Rita went down, heading to the 3rd floor building. It says "Gunawijaya".

They entered a room that was like a Hall, not big but not small. The room is clean and comfortable to hold meetings and gather around 60 people. In the room were lined chairs and in front of him were decorated chairs and tables. And there are already several journalists, as well as the administrators of the foundation.

"Good morning Madam, greet one of the employees to invite Bu Rita to sit in her chair in front of the stage, there was already awaited a handsome man with a high stature and a shady look.

Alya followed Bu Rita, for a moment she was confused. Want to follow Bu Rita sitting in front or lined up in the back seat. But who is he sitting in front? Alya chose to sit in the back, but Bu Rita pulled Alya's hand. "Aunty yuuuk's company"

"hee. Alya shy aunt. Alya is just behind" Alya replied grinningly as she took off Bu Rita's hand.

"Alright aunt does not maksa. Wait aunty yes dear" Aunt Rita went up on stage and shook hands with her partner.

"For Aunt Rita" said Farid, extending a hand. The dashing man from earlier stole Alya's attention.

Farid is a graduate of S2 psychologist who works with Bu Rita Foundation, besides he is also a young lecturer at his own private campus. Farid's own High School friend Aunt Rita.

It was not long before reporters from one of the private television stations came. They started the interview while covering the atmosphere of Bu Rita's foundation.

Gunawijaya Foundation. Foundation for orphans and school dropouts, Bu Rita built a home with private money. He accommodates dropout children to be trained in various skills, teaching, and school. Some even go to college. The most important thing until they are independent.

It is not much, only about 40 - 60 children. But the facilities that Bu Rita gave to the orphanage are not cans. Bu Rita's treasure was indeed poured into them. And that was a joy for Ms. Rita.

After a sufficient interview they headed to the cafeteria that was available near the building. Even at the Gunawijaya Foundation, there are cooking skills lessons, children are trained by chefs contracted by the Gunawijaya family.

Ms. Rita invited her guests to come to the cafeteria, wanting to show the results of the children's learning. Because in the cafeteria, they ate dishes made by the foster children of Bu Rita.

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"Thank you for reading my first novel.. Sorry I'm still an amateur. Help me keep the spirit of learning. Hopefully the future is better."