DESTINY OF JAMILA
11

Three months later

After that incident Irfan really changed and became a very good husband and understood the state of Mila and more attention.

"Mom, Mas Irfan really changed ma'am. He's become more affectionate and attentive to me and Salsa. Especially now, Mas Irfan already has his own business. So, he's not bound by the rules of the boss." Mila smiled faintly.

He is now visiting the home of Bu Jannah, where he Kos used to be as a girl. And Miss Jannah she considered her own mother.

"Thank God son. This is the fruit of your patience. Housekeeping is not easy. There are problems that come to hit the families we build. We must be patient and passionate about it. And now, you have reaped the fruits of your patience. Your husband's been guided and has changed." Said Mrs Jannah softly.

"Yes mom. May Mas Irfan istiqomah." Mila Sahut.

"Yes son. You must continue to pray for the good of your household!"

"Definitely ma'am. Well, ma'am, I'll take it!" Mila approaches Salsa playing with her neighbor's son Bu Jannah. The mother and son came home on a motorcycle.

"Ma, where are we going?" salsa asked, staring around. The road they were on did not want to go home.

"To where dad works baby!" Mila's spirit is soft. Focus on driving the motor.

"Oowww... Want to go to the depot, Ma?"

"Yes dear."

"Ma, the envelope you gave me didn't go into your wallet, did it?" salsa asked in a loud voice.

"Haha... Jesus Salsa. You suspect Mama?" said Mila, glancing at the child from the spy. Salsa is in the trough.

"Hehehe... No Ma. I trust mama koq. Oh yes Ma, it was so good, right ma?"

"Yes baby!" Mila's spirit is soft. The woman was also as comfortable as a smile considering the events at school.

The flasback

"Dear, you played at Auntie Sinar's place first huh?!" pinta Mila panicked at the princess, who was now engrossed in playing hape in the office space. Today Mila picketed daily and said their school would be the arrival of district level officials. Newly assigned officials in the territory of their work units.

Usually the new official will conduct a performance evaluation of the teacher and will give a briefing. If his daughter Salsa remained in the office and played hape, it would be very disturbing. Mila can be reprimanded. For bringing children to work.

"Gak Ma, I don't want to be at Bi Sinar's place. I want to be here!"

"Hadeuh... Why didn't I force you to go to school!" Mila Complaints. Salsa did not go to school. The reason is bored of school. Yeah, it's the second year, Salsa in Kindergarten.

"Officers have arrived. Get you guys in this office. Books on the table. Put it in the closet. The work desk should look neat." The deputy head now gave instructions on the doorway. The teachers who had no clock, had already gathered in the teacher's room.

"Let's go baby, you go to Bi Sinar's place first." Tell Mila again to her son. Bi Sinar is the mother of the school cafeteria.

"iihi... Mama!" Salsa protest with a frown. He finally wanted to be evacuated. But, just now stepping up, the district level official had already entered the teacher room.

"God...! Salsa...!" Frightened Mila reflexively hides Salsa under the table.

All the teachers sat in their seats. All teachers were required to attend the meeting. And the teachers who were still teaching, left the classroom. Because all teachers should welcome visiting leaders. There should be high loyalty for the boss. So, the teacher's having his clock. Instructs to give tasks, because visiting officials only briefly give directions.

"God... This is the office that just looked young." Bisik Bu Risma, his classmate Mila. "Handsome, charismatic again." Praise him again.

Mila glanced at Bu Risma with a wrinkled forehead. "Huuustt.. Ma, quiet. We're being monitored!" suhut Mila quietly.

"Aren't you, that guy's a widower?"

"Don't know I'm mom. Let's shut up first, we'll get angry!"

"So I was horrified that the father was a widower and again looking for a soul mate!" Ms. Risma the more said, the more unwilling to remain silent. Finally Mila did not respond to the chatter of Bu Risma. Afraid he might get scolded.

At the same time, Salsa, who was sitting under the table, began to feel uncomfortable. He also footed his mother.

Mila looked down at the princess. "Ma, get out!"

"Hussein.. In a moment, baby!" Mila stuck her thumb on her soft lips.

Salsa was getting upset. He got up, and ran. His behavior confiscated the people in the room. Feeling noticed with a hostile gaze. Salsa was silent in the middle of the office. His two eyes highlighted everyone who was looking at him with a pouting face. Salsa is considered bad.

Which chest, which widower

"Salesa...!" A panicked Mila rushed over to the princess, carrying her nervous daughter.

"Ma, sorry sir!" she said with her tense face while looking down. Without waiting for an answer from the official. Mila dragged her feet quickly from that office space.

Arriving outside.

"Oh my God, because of you, I will be fired!" mila said with frustration. Staring at the child.

"Hua... The Hua.. The Hua... Mom, mom... Don't be mad at me!" Salsa, who was also frightened in the office, hugged her mother quickly.

"Mama is not angry, just upset, you can not say. Look, mama's gonna get scolded!" both are still hugging.

And suddenly Mila heard the sound of feet stepping. That means the meeting is over. Mila also broke the princess's embrace. Tidying up his Hijab and clothes, ready to stand as the official passed before him.

Mila was so embarrassed, she could only look down at this moment. Holding the princess' hand tightly. So that the boy doesn't make any more trouble.

As the official passed in front of her Mila.

Graapps.. Salsa's left hand grabbed the office's hand.

"God... Ma, sorry!" Mila who was surprised to see his daughter's behavior, reflexively removed the official's hand from Salsa's grasp.

The official gave the code with his hands, to keep Mila quiet and calm. Then the official crouched down, aligning his tall body with Salsa.

"Om Handsome, I'm sorry!" salsa said with teary eyes.

The official smiled and stared at Salsa. His two eyes blinked as a sign, he did not mind the behavior of the boy.

"Yes son!" Soft leg.

Mila slowly took off her hand from Salsa's right hand.

Graapps..

Salsa hugged the man in front of her. "Thank you handsome!" he said with cherry. He quickly rubbed his eyes that had been foggy. And he took off his embrace from the heavy body.

Now Salsa returned the official's gaze. The official was sincere with Salsa. Not imaging.

"My mother is also forgiven Yes Om. My mom don't get fired. If my mom gets fired, then I don't have any pocket money. My dad's money isn't much. Mama said, Money from my father, just for eating. Dad, cheated. Being fired. And now, I'm a gallon handyman!"

"Salesa..!" mila's reflexes covered Salsa's mouth with her hands. He also kept his son away from the office.

"Sir, I'm sorry my son! his words are not taken away by heart. Sorry again sir!" mila said with frustration. He is very embarrassed at this time, to the officials and employees and also his coworkers.

The official smiled faintly. He reached into his pants pocket. And now the brown envelope comes out of his pants pocket.

"Here, there's THR for you, son!"

Haaaah..

The headmaster was shocked to see what the official was doing. His article the envelope which was given to Salsa, was the envelope which he gave to the official.

"T H R?" salsa asked with her cheerful face.

The official nodded his head quickly.

"Thank you Om!" salsa smiled broadly.

"Yes, equally!" the man's official gently ruffled Salsa's hair. "Your mother won't be fired. Don't you be afraid, right?" said the man was friendly.

The officers were amazed by the kindness of the new official. Indeed, they had heard rumors, that the new official was a good and trustworthy leader, and it turned out to be true.

The flasback