KK
64. GUESTS ARE NOT INVITED

The sun is getting higher, soon the dzuhur adhan reverberated. The kids are done playing, they sit around for a while on the porch.

"Come, everybody in. We get ready to pray dzuhur." Mr. Samsudin.

Opik, who was still playing with Mr. Nana, stopped his activities. Opik then kiss hands on Mr. Nana, saying goodbye to enter the house. The other children followed, all kissing hands on Mr. Nana. They all waved their hands, and entered the house. Although Mr. Nana's hand was still waving, Mak approached, leading Mr. Nana, taking him home.

"Grandmother, please, kin bada asar urang ka Cirebon deui." (Pen: Grandma, Don't forget yes, later after our pickle to Cirebon again) Mang Jana reminded grandma. Grandma nodded. Before exiting the gate, Mr. Nana again waved at the door of the house. Maybe in his shadow Opik is there.

After the grandmother and Mr. Nana came home, Mak Asih and Mak Ucih came out of the house, meeting Ms. Yanti. The Little One is carried by Mak Ucih.

"Let's come back here again, sweet boy." Mak Asih still had time to pinch the Little One's chubby cheeks, before Mak Ucih handed the Little One to Bu Yanti and her husband.

"Thank you, Mom. Thanks for everything." I am deeply indebted to Bu Yanti and her husband.

"Yes, Wil. You welcome. Don't forget to let me know the latest developments about Mimbo." Bu Yanti's husband rubbed his wife's shoulder. Maybe he understood. Bu Yanti's heart is rather sensitive when it comes to her missing child.

In the courtyard of the house, there was now only me, Randi and the teachers.

"Congratulations, Wil. May Mr. Nana recover. At least now Mr. Nana knows that his missing son is no longer a baby." Ms. Min congratulated, the other teachers as well. I was amazed at my teachers, they were willing to delay their return to witness our efforts to recover the memory of Mr. Nana. They are really great teachers.

"Yes, Mom. Alhamdulillahot. Next week God willing, the action plan is continued again. May all go as we expect."

"Come, Mom. We get ready to pray dzuhur." We all went into the house. I see the children of the sun are ready to perform the prayer dzuhur congregate in the middle room. Grandfather who leads.

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After finishing prayers and lunch, the children prepare to study in the yard, with the guidance brothers. Randi and I helped guide the kids.

This time, two whiteboard slates were laid out on the ground. Kak Agung then gave an example of writing the letter A, on a whiteboard attached to the wall of the house.

"Come, now follow brother writing the letter A first, try to pay attention. Like this yeah." Kak Agung demonstrated slowly how to write the letter A. The children who had each been holding a whiteboard marker imitated the example of Kak Agung's demonstration, on a whiteboard whiteboard that slapped on the ground. One whiteboard was worn by ten children.

Funny and exciting, some of them write while crouching, others write while sitting. Children who still lack confidence go back and forth to cheat on friends nearby. Comparing his writing with his friend's. While confident children immediately focus on writing just by looking at the example of Kak Agung.

"Come, don't be afraid of being wrong. All your writing is good." Yanto tries to motivate everyone.

"Okay, can it all be?" Said Kak Agung.

"Already, Brother. Thank God, we can write." They're so happy.

"Now look at the next example. It's the letter B. Look how to write it." Kak Agung again demonstrated how to write the letter B. The children imitated again, me, Randi and the other brothers are in charge of monitoring and helping those who are still in trouble.

"Come, write it over and over again.Just write it BA, while you read BA, every time you write, your mouth says BA. That's it." Sis Agung is so eager to motivate the children.

"You can still follow, Dian?" Randi tried to investigate, we were all quite worried.

"Can, Brother. It looks a little bit. But I can." Dian's spirit is amazing.

Grandfather continued the lesson. Kak Agung said the target learning to write as well as read for today is BA, CA and BA, BI, BU, BE, BO as well as CA, CI, CU, CE, CO. Fortunately the children of the sun are quick to understand. Perhaps their high spirits make their concentration so multiplied, so that the quality of their understanding becomes extraordinary.

"Roman. There's a guest." While busy guiding children to read and write, Randi told them that a guest had come.

I looked around, saw who was coming.

It turns out that the one who came was the one I didn't expect, which was Mr. Thugs.

"Assalamu'alaikum." It feels like just this time hearing Mr. Thugs say hello. If it were not a greeting spoken, I would have ignored it. But because of the greetings I heard, I was obliged to answer.

"Wa'alaikum Salam." We all answered greetings. Mr. Thugs let out a long sigh, there was a novelty in the look on his face. I don't give a shit. Whatever the expression of Mr. Thugs, I can't believe it. In this heart, there was a hatred that had not been lost for him.

"What do you need to come here? If the ransom business for Mimbo, I've entrusted to Abang warung. Monthly replacement money will also always I transfer to brother, father lives to the stall brother aja to ask for the money." My voice is still tight, I can't smooth my voice.It's still good that I don't speak harsh language.

"It's not about the money, De." Alah, please call de everything else. This must be what he wants.

"Then, about what else? not a few days ago you also have come here, do not need to be often, want to do too?" I still remain a bit high-pitched.

"Father wants to see Mimbo. Just look, won't bother." The Thug sir reasoned, his eyes intermittently looking at Mimbo.

"What do you mean by Mr Kimbo?" I'm trying to guess.

"It's not just kangen, De. I miss you very much, in Bandung quiet without any Mimbo and children."

"Ah, the reason.try to try good to them first, maybe they will not leave the father." I still don't believe in any reason that comes out of Mr. Thugs' mouth.

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