KK
54. SAID MR. MIN

"Aamiin's." Everyone guaranteed the do'a Bu Min. In my heart I am grateful, so early so many people have prayed for me. Aisha's mother used to say 'Never get tired of asking anyone for a do'a, to someone older than us, to our friends, to people younger than us, whoever it is. Because we never know, when is the time for God to grant the do'a-do'a of His servant.' Now, without asking, everyone is praying for me here. Thank God, what a wonderful gift of God.

Bu Min continues to motivate us regarding our ideals. Almost half the time the lesson goes for it. We, the students do not feel the slightest loss of our study time is used for things like this. We're even happy. Sometimes our hearts and minds need to be charged. To be full back , cling again. After being charged like this morning, there is usually new energy for us to take our next step.

***

Two lessons today have already been passed. The break bell rings. There are thirty minutes for students to take a short break. I'd like to check on Ms. Nita, Mr. Nana and Grandma. But I have to go to the teacher's room for a second. Before leaving class, Ms. Min had a message, that I should face her at rest.

There was a difference in mood as I went through the ceremonial hall surrounded by hanging gardens, towards the teacher's room. Not like two weeks ago. This time I could feel the cold as the wind. I can come smile, see green leaves, colorful flowers, also see the girls who pose this, vent the longing to take pictures with his friends. I could also wave my hands cheerfully, as I saw the KM of my class giving a thumbs up from a distance, in front of the door of the school cafeteria. My heart and mind are calm at this time. The reality I face is almost the same. My mother, neither Ayesha's mother, nor Minah's mother is dead. Then about my biological father, I still do not know who he is and where. Also about the names listed in my important letters, remain unchanged.

I got to the teacher's room, Ms. Min was waiting. I'm sitting in the same chair, like two weeks ago.

"Let's sit down, Wil." Ms. Min asked me to sit down. The look on Bu Min's face was so calm, her lips were smiling.

"Yes, Mom. Thanks."

"This, Wil. I want to apologize." Suddenly, Min said sorry. I'm so confused, what's wrong with Bu Min?

"Indeed mom, when I received info from Mr. Tri that your data is not synchronized, mom immediately called you, not crosscheck first." I just kept quiet.

"It's only been a few days now that I know the info from your guardian in the eighth grade, that your mother is dead. Oh, my God, Wil. Sorry mom, son. At that time you would have wanted to explain about your mother, but I didn't give you a chance." I looked at Min's mother. I know my godmother is actually a good person. So I also quite understand if occasionally he was firm on his students, including me. Especially for matters that might hinder the common interest. Like my data business is out of sync.

"It's okay, Mom. Wil is understood. It's precisely Wil who should apologize, because of Wil, the overall class data has not gone well."

"Now it's done, Alhamdulillah." Definitely Ms. Min.

"As of yesterday, you can no longer ask your mother. Who are you asking?" Ms. Min was curious. I'm silent. Confused what to say. If I tell you everything, time can't be enough, ten more minutes of rest is over.

"Are you quiet? That's your decision to fix, right? the risk is quite heavy, if your data is not the same in some important letters, tomorrow you will encounter some obstacles related to matters that require data. For example, to continue college, to get married, or if you tomorrow the day after there are foreign reserves such as passport, required data that matches one letter to another letter. " Mrs Min explained something I didn't know before. Just this morning my motivation burned to achieve the title of doctor, now it is faced again with the possibility of obstacles that I will meet later. My data that doesn't match each other can be a hindrance, that's what I heard from Ms. Min just now. If it's about getting married and making a passport to go abroad anyway, I still haven't thought. What I was worried about was going to college, because just this morning Ms. Min reminded me and my friends of my ideals.

"So, according to the mother anyway, if it is still possible to be matched, yes now is the time. There is still time. There are quite a few months ahead to arrive at the issuance of Ijasah." Said Ms. Min again. I thought for a moment. Inevitably, I have to tell Ms. Min the truth. So that Bu Min understands. Who knows if there was any input from Ms. Min to solve my problem.

"It's actually like this, Mom." I paused for a moment, this heart thumped a little. Ms. Min is waiting for the continuation of my sentence. I saw some teachers sitting around Bu Min who also listened to the conversation between me and Ms Min.

"At the start of my vacation yesterday, I was trying to find out about my father. I traveled to Karawang, to Bandung and to Garut. As per the instructions I obtained from my foster mother." Silence, everybody listen to my story.

"But until the holidays are over, I still don't know the information about who my father is."

"Loh, so you chatted about your decision to mom back then, because you gave up? Can't find out who your father is anymore?" Ms. Min interrupted.

"It's not so, Mom." The entrance bell rang, I can't continue my explanation to Ms. Min.

"Duh, hunt in, Wil. Later on connect yes. I'm curious too."

"Yes, Mom. Wil's going to class first huh, ma'am." I kissed Bu Min's hands and some of the teachers around Bu Min. I'm pampering.

"Jil." Ms. Min called out to me, just before I reached the exit of the teacher's room.

"Yes, Mom."

"Good, Mom." I continued my steps towards my class.

***

Going home from school, I waited for Randi in the school parking area. Randi and I have different classes, but they are both in 9th grade. This time me and Randi promised to go home together. We rarely went home before. Because we are often different. I want to go straight home, while Randi wants to stop by first. Whether it's to his friend's house, or somewhere else. Earlier this morning, Randi said that we should go home together.

"We're now brother's sister. Also have the same business, namely the affairs of Dian and the affairs of Mr. Nana." That's the reason Randi. I'm okay okay anyway.

"Hi, Wil. Tumben your class comes out first, usually likes it the lateest of all classes." Randi immediately commented when he got in front of me.

"Yes. It just so happened that the teacher had a need for it, so five minutes before the bell came home was dissolved."

"Oh. Slum."

"Eh, Wil. can you hear from Mom?"

"I haven't had a chance to chat mom. It was called Miss Min's break."

"O yes. Why did Bu Min call you again? Isn't it about the data you've decided?"

"Either that. Said Ms. Min. unequal data in our important letters, most likely will be a problem tomorrow after tomorrow, when we list college for example, or when we want to get married, it is likely to be a problem tomorrow, or when we make passports."

"O that? Repot dong huh? So, how's the solution?"

"Let's have another conversation with Miss Min."

"OK deh. Eh but, if what Bu Min said was true, what happened to the sun sisters?"

"Byeah! Why are we talking about the sun brothers?" Randi likes to be a little strange. Being discussing my problem even connect to the children of the sun.

"Lohs. You forget yes, he said our brothers want you to school until college. You who have KK, Akte, Ijasah aja can get problems because the data with each other is different. Especially them, where are those letters like that? Their mother's name is who they don't know." Ow hell! Randi's cleverness this time really made me dizzy seven circumference.

'Hello readers, thank you for reading this episode. The continuation tomorrow Inshaa Allah yes.'

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