KK
14. THE TIME HAS COME

Waw! Sun children. The brothers called Opik and friends as children of the sun. Very cool. Randi and I are getting curious. I saw that the brothers were so excited, motivating.

"Today we learn about prayer yes, children.particularly about the prayer movement. You see well the instructions that Kak Agung convey yes."Opik and his friends focus on listening to what Brother said whose name is Kak Agung.

"Take note, Kak Yanto will demonstrate dzuhur prayer. From start to finish." Someone called Kak Yanto, rolled out a plastic carpet, then spread the prayer mat. Previously Kak Agung ensured the direction of the qibla with the help of Mobile.

"Take a look at what Kak Yanto is demonstrating." Kak Agung. Brother Yanto stood upright, facing the qibla. Then demonstrate the beginning of prayer, takbiratul ihram. None of the children spoke. Everyone watched with concentration.

"Well kids, that's the beginning of prayer. His name is takbiratul ihram."

"Now let's all stand up, follow Kak Yanto's movements." Opik and his friends stood up, preparing to follow the movement exemplified by Kak Yanto. Two older sisters, rolled out an additional plastic carpet. Then give four small faces to four female Opik friends, and help put the face on. Everything is ready. Grandfather gave instructions. The older sister who helped fix the children's prayer movement is still not right. Brother Yanto guides movement after movement slowly. Children enthusiastically follow the directions and examples given.

"Will. That's great, brothers." Randi chuckled in admiration, his eyes still straight ahead, seeing the thrill of children imitating prayer movements.

"Yes, Ran. Super great." My gaze remained straight ahead, even though my mouth responded to Randi's comment. Randi and I didn't want to miss a second of the awesome spectacle that the sun kids were presenting. They are so amazing. The teaching and learning activities we saw were really great. It was very different from the teaching and learning activities I had at my school. My friends and I often don't concentrate when studying. Whereas in my school, we studied in a comfortable room, unlike here, they studied under a tree, the wind blew, cold, piercing. In my school the teachers who teach are teachers who have been scholars, while here the teachers of the children of the sun are brothers, whose age is still young, have not been titled anything. Teachers in our school are partially paid by the government, some others are paid by school organizers. While the brothers are here, let alone get paid. They even have to spend money, for transfort, to buy mucenas, plastic carpets or other tools needed in learning. But on top of everything that was an emergency, the children learned with such passion, enthusiasm, full of concentration. The afternoon wind that had begun to cool, did not dampen their spirits. Every example given by Kak Yanto, they follow in earnest, wholeheartedly.

"Kids, while quite first learn the prayer yes. Now we learn to read."

"Sister, if permission doesn't go with you?" I heard Opik made a request.

"Sister Wildan, Brother Randi is waiting. Poor thing." Opik. He pointed towards us. Sis Agung looked up, noticed us, then waved his hand. Called us. Randi and I looked at each other, we fulfilled the call of Kak Agung.

"Who was his name, Opik?" Grandfather asked Opik. I'm not waiting for Opik to answer. We introduced ourselves.

"O yes, Brother Wildan, Brother Randi. introduce, these are children of the sun. There was Opik, Mimbo, Heru, Jim, Kiki, Meida, and others. Come on boys, say hello to Brother Randi and Brother Wildan."

"Assalamu'alaikum Brother." As the children said their greetings. We answered their greetings.

"Sister Wildan and Kak Randi, would you like to help teach children to read?"Grandfather asked us to help teach the children. We concur.

Kak Agung then set the formation, so that each child is served to the maximum. Start me and Randi become impromptu teachers. Excited too. It turns out that you have to have extra patience teaching these kids. It was easy, but it was pretty hard.

The learning process of the children of the sun is completed, approximately 30 minutes before the magrib. We went back to the shop, brother. The teachers returned to their respective places. Info from Opik anyway, two people from the brothers went to the boarding school. One person is a boarding boy, a school in Bandung but not a Bandung person. Another one is native Bandung.

Towards magrib, the brother's shop closed. Brother said, deliberately not open until night. Night time is used for rest while preparing everything for tomorrow's sale.

"Later after Isya, you guys stay. Brother wants to go to the market first shopping needs tomorrow." Brother told her night routine.

"okay, Bang. Let Wil do the dishes. Randi's wiping the desk chair."

"You just sit around, telling stories. Opik's job tomorrow is to help you serve the buyer." Opik happy. We also prepared to take a shower, in the public toilet of Leuwi Panjang terminal.

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The farewell time has come. We have to continue the journey. We have to leave Opik and brother.

"Next Brother come here again yes, Opik wait here."

"Yes, you'll come here again to look at Opik." Make Opik it is our promise. But for ourselves, those are just comfort words for Opik. To keep Opik calm, no longer crying. We're pampering. Deliberately leave early in the morning. Just anticipate facing various possibilities on the way later.

Because we were among the first passengers on the bus, we were free to choose the seating location, as we wanted. Randi made the choice. We sit in the middle position. As usual, Randi wanted to sit by the glass window of the bus.

We did not wait long, just a moment all the seats on the bus were occupied by passengers. Bispun. Randi was ready to fold his eyes.

The bus continued to go, leaving the city of Bandung to Garut. The road we walked was smooth, almost unimpeded. Vehicle flow smoothly.

Randi has been asleep since. I tried not to sleep myself. I want to think about the next plan. Until now I do not know what I will do at the third KK address.

The view outside the highway is so beautiful. Lots of trees on the left right side of the road. If only there were no chat sound coming in on my phone, I would still let my eyes enjoy the green leaves.

"Asalamu'alaikum, Wil. So, what, have you made a decision?" Chat from my homeroom.

"Wa'alaikum Salam. Actually not yet, Mom. Wil's still on his way, to make sure."

"But it's nothing, ma'am. In Wil later, the name of Mr. Muji Setiyo was written. Same with SD. KK who has the name of Mr. Muji will be handed over to his photocopy mother." I've already decided. Let the name of Mr. Muji be listed on my pilgrimage later.

"Oh that. Yeah, that's better. So you no longer bother to change the name of the parents in the previous hijasah. But the risk ahead, you are responsible. Because the name of ortu in Ijasah remains not the same as the one on the birth certificate."

"Yes, Mom. Wil's ready to take responsibility." Let the name of Mr. Muji I capture in Ijasah. And the name of Mr. Sugianto in the birth certificate. I will not regret the name of both listed on important pages in my life. Both are good people. People who were present in my childhood life. Hp still didn't close when I heard, though,

"Oh, how is this."

"It looks like it's broken machinery."

"Well, how's dong?" The silent atmosphere changed with the boisterous comments of the passengers. The speed of the bus suddenly faltered, the sound of the bus engine was so rough and noisy. The driver reduced the speed. Slowly the bus position is moved to the left-most lane. Feeling pack driver is indeed reliable. 30 seconds later, the car stopped. Engine off. Strike. rowdy passengers. Some were angry, some were protesting, some were trying to recite, there was also the sound of a child screaming. Passengers who take only one, Randi. He's still sleeping. Snoring anyway.