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RM140. Ismu Nurul Izza
"Yes, Dad. Keep him this good achievement, beautiful and white as well. He entered my Junior High School, because of the path of achievement. He was the winner of district-level Arabic speech, fitting sixth grade Elementary School he said. Well, SMP I'm private and SPP is expensive. Yesterday he was upset, because he is his family people don't have. I'm kasian, Dad. So, I give you my remaining savings. His parents said it would be replaced. About seven hundred thousand maybe the cake, I forgot because it was three months ago."
Givan was bearded, he listened and understood his son's story. He calculated the amount of pocket money for his son, because his son's savings are quite a lot.
"Feelings, Dad your allowance to the biyung is only twenty-five thousand. Go home angkot, you're ten thousand. Five thousand of you were in school, right? The remaining ten thousand, for two breaks. Didn't you spend ten thousand on your snacks?" Not a stingy Givan, just thought he had enough of his son's pocket money worth it. Not to mention, Chandra always brings supplies because of his school until two in the afternoon. The boy must have missed his lunch hour, if he hadn't brought his lunch. Givan still doesn't understand how his son splits his allowance. Even so, it is money for school only. Not counting Chandra jajan rations when at home.
"Rest that ten o'clock in the morning, sometimes still full. Fried snacks, or two thousand snacks the same glass mineral water one, already. Break at twelve, yes I eat lunch. At most it's right back home from school, that's also sometimes. Angkot also went back and forth that's eight thousand, Dad. So the allowance was twelve thousand, yes the rest continued. Sometimes I buy snacks for the sisters at home, but occasionally, not every day" I Chandra who even make Givan touched.
He did not expect, it turned out that his son really did comply. Since childhood always given a warning to not drink ice, apparently it has become a habit of Chandra not to drink ice until his age now. The discipline that he applied, made the child wise enough to manage his own pocket money is not much. Though if judging from the pocket money of his friends Chandra, Chandra's pocket money is only half of it.
Plus, Key is always complaining and Givan is always adding his son's pocket money. Key, Jasmine and Chandra are all in the same school. But their pocket money is different.
"Don't understand Key's belly, Dad. Breakfast in the morning, ten o'clock he ate chicken noodles. Chicken noodles are eight thousand, Dad."
In this way, Givan felt that his children were lacking in the value of their allowance.
"Indeed you don't snack on chicken noodles? What the hell are you doing?" Givan to the scratching of the head.
"If the cake is heavy, I go home from school. But not every day, Dad. Noodles of any kind are not good to eat every day. While there, most processed noodles. Aceh noodles, chicken noodles, meatball noodles, boiled noodles or fried noodles are also available. There's the rest, Dad. If it's ten o'clock, most wafer, or snack what fried." Chandra expressed what she thought about her food selection.
"Tomorrow Daddy add your pocket money. Dad once entered the canteen, there are those who sell yellow rice as well. There's grilled rice, kebabs and burgers. You get two thousand, the cake is afraid it's not enough until school? You hold on, because you feel your money is only ten thousand." Givan thought of something Chandra had never thought of.
"Tell me to God." Chandra was confused by himself.
"Let's you can nabung also tuh, so don't hold it if you want other snacks also tuh." Givan had opened the calculator on his phone, he calculated the exact value he thought was right, then multiplied for a month Chandra was in school.
"The money that Izza's SPP makes is right, it's the money that Dad told me to save for a guitar. Uh, I don't know grandpa loves guitar first even though second stuff too but still good."
Like getting another surprise. He did not expect, it turns out his son really saved for the goods he wanted. He thought, Chandra will not do his orders to save because his pocket money is mediocre. He thought he had managed to practice his son's patience, until he bought him the guitar he wanted. He deliberately did not obey, so that Chandra did not become a spoiled and demanding child.
"You need to be skinny, son." Givan rests his head on the frail shoulder of his son.
"Dad compare me to Brother Key and Brother Jasmine, yes it must be different. Their stomachs are rubbery, abi eat the full portion of my cake, they can eat cilok, saucy meatballs, sandwiches and Maryam bread."
Givan chuckled, he became his wife as the benchmark of the women. Maybe it's common for him, because his wife is just rubber-stained.
"Yes, Dad. I asked for a basketball court, right?"
Despite being quite astonished, Givan still nodded. Generally, a child asks for a basketball. But his son asked for a basketball court.
"You're kumpulin huh? The rest, I added. What else about your girl friend? Does he look like a biyung? Or look like mom? Or, like Mamah Fira?" What Givan meant by mama was Ghifar's wife.
"I have his picture. Who do you think he looks like?" Chandra shows social media, belonging to one of the girls who is a classmate.
Givan remembers the name of the social media.
Shady face of ayu, brewed with natural sweetness and peace created. The young boy, already looks beautiful from an early age. Givan is sure, Izza will be more beautiful with care and color polish on his face.
"His name is Ismu Izza?" givan asked, looking back at the name of the personal profile.
"His name is Ismu Nurul Izza."
A beautiful name, Givan was amazed to see some charters displayed on the veranda of the girl his son dream.
"One-bench friend are you, Bang?" Givan turned to his son, who was focusing on that simple android phone.
The more sophisticated learning methods, inevitably make Givan have to give his children a mobile phone one by one. Especially, those who were already sitting on the blue white bench.
"No, just a classmate. Do you know his parents? His father's name, Mr. Fatur. They are the village next door. I'm in the Redelong skirt, he's in the Redelong Bale." Chandra's innocence is like her mother's. Just a few questions from his father, but it opened everything immediately.
Givan successfully made himself a friend for his son to tell stories. Once he finds out that his son has moved into puberty, he will often invite his children to chat to their personal problems.
"Dad doesn't know, maybe if you look at his face you know." Givan returns to his son's phone screen, which still shows the full profile of Izza.
"When can I marry Izza?"
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