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46. BROTHER'S SINCERITY

The phone with my brother is still connected. I just realized, your sacrifice to free Mimbo is so incredible. You have to spend three hundred thousand at the beginning. Then you have to deposit twenty thousand per day, all the time is not specified. It could be as long as Pak Thugs still control the Leuwi Panjang terminal, and it's not until when. I feel sorry for brother. During this struggle brother is so heavy to collect rupiah for rupiah. Then the money of the struggle must be deposited to the Thugs twenty thousand, every day as well. It's so sorry brother.

"Bang, the money is three hundred thousand Wil replace yes. Also that money is for deposit, six hundred thousand means a month. Wil asks for brother's account number, Wil transfers." I can't possibly let you run the risk alone.

"Ga it, Wil. You also want to participate in Wil's struggle. Let brother also get his reward." There is a sense of haru when hearing the sentences of brother who is so sincere. But still I can't bear it. I know exactly your struggle is not easy to earn money. Brother must go to the market early in the morning, then continue to connect cooking activities and prepare everything. All day long should be ready to serve the buyer. The evening was again ready to cut vegetables to be processed into cooking in the early hours after returning from the market. So and so continues his activity.

"Bang, how about this, we're a joint venture. Half-and-a-half. Let brother not too heavy, but still to part of his reward. I am also equal in reward. The religious teacher also said, Allah does not look at shodaqoh based on its small size. But based on the sincerity of our hearts when giving it." I'm trying to make a proposal.

"O that, Wil. Yes already. Okay half-and-half."

"Then, Wil asked for brother's account number yes, Wil transfer later." Thank God, my brother accepted my proposal. I hung up the phone, then rejoined the kids.

"Sisters, let's keep each bag in your room. Opik will show you his room." I'm instructing.

"Horee." The children screamed. They then move into the house following Opik. The fathers of the Social Service smiled at their furore.

After the dzuhur prayer, the Fathers and the brothers returned home.

"Kids, take care of each of you. Try to always do good. Don't bother the family here."

"Yes, Sir. Siaaap." The kids answered.

"Sister, I will ask for the account number of Kak Agung yes. Every Friday Inshaa Allah I transfer money for the operation of Saturday activities all brothers." I whispered in the ear of Grandpa. Kak Agung gave a thumbs up.

After my guests came home, I allowed the children to rest first in their respective rooms. I heard laughter in each room. They mostly chat, stories on various topics. Randi and I are trying to work out their schedule. Try to be balanced between worship activities, learning, playing, helping with homework, and rest.

"Eh, Wil. I think I have a foundation. Or some kind of boarding school." I smiled in response to Randi's comment.

"Couldn't ya, tomorrow the day after we actually have pesantren? It's great, Wil. It truly benefits the world. We facilitate children to master and practice the science of religion."

"God willing one day, Ran. Hopefully yes. For now, we invite the children to learn a little first." Randi looked at me. His eyes were shining with hope.

When the asar adhan reverberated, I invited all the children to pray together. We prayed together in the living room, so that it was enough for everything. Randi and Opik hand out sarongs and lovebirds to boys. Peaceful and pure for girls. They were all happy, so excited to take the water. Randi is serving as a priest this time.

Apparently, it's not just the kids who are makmum. Mak Asih, Mak Ucih and Uwa Ane also follow. They don't want to miss out on congregational prayers. In an instant, the middle space changed into a mushola function.

After the prayer, me, Randi and Opik divided each child with a plastic bag containing cocoa clothes, t-shirts, and others. All so happy to receive their own share. I told them to try on the clothes. Mak Asih, Mak Ucih and Uwa Ane help them try their respective clothes. Most of the clothes can be said to be enough in the body of children. Only one or two children whose clothes look a bit loose, because the body is very thin.

Children orderly store each item to the plastic cabinets that have been provided in each of their rooms. Plastic cabinets are named after each child. So that each is easy to store something, and can be responsible for maintaining the neatness of his own closet. Randi and I tried to start memorizing the names of the children, so we could easily call when there was a need.

"Ran, you take a shower first. I'm going to Mak first. Want to talk about guru njai."

"okay, Wil. That's a good idea."

I went back to look for Mak, asking about the njai teacher who was used to guiding njai whose house was near here. Mak says there are two ustadz who like to diligently guide the children najai in his house. His name was Pak Ustadz Muslih and Pak Ustadz Amin.

"Let's ask me first, Aden. Hopefully Mr. Ustadznya will come here to teach children's salary, according to Aden's request."

"Yes, Mom. Three days to ask, Mom. Afternoon after the asar to magrib. May his Ustadz be ready."

I went back to my room, took a shower and prepared to guide the children.

All the children had already gathered in the living room when I joined. I have followed the pattern of learning conducted by Kak Agung and friends. Today I will also carry out the same pattern. Children whose salary has reached the book iqro volume 3, served as peer tutors, guiding other children whose salary is new until iqro volume 1 or 2. One tutor taught 2 or 3 children. Some children who have not received peer tutors are guided by me and Randi. After completing the task as a peer tutor, the children of the tutor learned iqro volume 3 guided me and Randi. Other children memorize short letters, namely Surat An-Nas guided the application of the Quran in HPku.

"Sister, sorry. I want to tell you a little story." Deri, one of the peer tutors suddenly spoke after he finished I guided. Deri's age is about nine.

"Yes, Deri. What's up?"

"One of the kids I was mentoring read iqro 1, there's a little problem."

"What does that mean?"

"The problem in his eyes, brother. Dian's her name." I glanced at the boy whose name was Dian, he was focusing on reciting An-Nas' letter.

Deri then continued his explanation,

"Dian is not very clear when looking. That's according to me. But he's a great memorizer. He always chose to be guided after Tito. later when Dian was mentored, he would read what Tito read. I've been a tutor many times, always have." I was amazed by Deri. He really did his job as a tutor.

"So I tried pointing at what Tito didn't read. But Dian read what Tito read. That's why I said there was a problem in Dian's eyes."

"okay, Deri. Thanks yeah. Later Brother check further."

'Thank you to all the readers who have been there to this day. May healthy always be.'

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