Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 4
This chapter has been revised....
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A few years later ....
A few years passed, the residents of the orphanage were increasing. Mother's house that was once quiet, is now increasingly crowded with the increasing number of children who are cared for mother.
There are some of them are indeed placed on the terrace at midnight, some are brought by the mother from the streets, until now reached a total of 10 foster children.
Gandhi, who loved children so much, was so happy. He loved his sisters very much.
Mother's orphanage, not too big yet. The location of his house in the middle of the village, not many donors who buy help. It is not yet legally registered and legally recognized.
Therefore, as a boy and the greatest, he was very concerned. Never complained about his condition. Getting excited to help mom.
"Uncle, Gandhi's semester break tomorrow. So Gandhi can come with his uncle every day" said the man, who is now a teenager. He sits in High School.
Since first entering SMA, he knew the costs borne by the mother will be higher.
"If you come every day, will you not be tired?" elak Uncle Dul patted Gandhi on the shoulder.
The two are now talking on the porch of the home. Accompanied by the black clouds that coiled in the sky, studded with sparkling stars.
"No, Uncle! As long as Gandhi's money is excited!" he kept clenching his hands.
The request of the man was continued on Uncle Dul's foreman work. He was asked to come the next day for a test first.
"Mother, pray Gandhi yes. Today want to come with Uncle," he said goodbye to the mother.
Mother Hanin rubbed her head gently, "Sorry Mother, Son. Actually Mother does not have the heart if you have to work that hard," Mother murmured in tears.
A bitter smile appeared on Mother Hanin's lips. His hands cupped Gandhi's cheeks, "Be careful, son. Don't be forced if you're exhausted" Mother's message kissed Gandhi's forehead.
"Gandhi! Let's go for the afternoon!" the uncle shouted on his motorcycle.
"Good Uncle, go yeah, Bun. Assalamu'alaikum," Gandhi screeched running waving his hand.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," said Mother Iirih.
After traveling for about half an hour, they had arrived at the multi-storey building construction project. There are many employees coming. They have been preparing to wear PPE (Self Protective Equipment).
"August, Sir. This is my nephew who will come to work" said Uncle Dul after standing in front of the foreman.
Mr. Parto, the well-dressed middle-aged man with the protective helmet was waist-rigged. He played his mustache while observing Gandhi from head to toe.
"You sure it works?" his question was hesitated after seeing Gandhi's thin physical condition.
"Of course sure, sir. I'm ready!" gandhi replied, not forgetting his smile.
"All right! You have one week of training. As long as your work is good, you can continue working here!" said the distended foreman.
Gandhi was happy to hear it, and he shook the man's hand excitedly. "Thank you, sir!"
The foreman handed over some APD before he did the job. And explain the part he'll be working on.
Gandhi listened carefully. He was told to sift the sand, after being given an example, he was eager to do it. Mother's smile becomes her own spirit for her.
"What's up, little girl? How is it never seen now?" he murmured in the middle of his busy sifting sand.
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