
That afternoon after finishing teaching, Fitri prepared to go home, he immediately went down to the lobby, not waiting in the teacher's room as usual because this afternoon Dicky was waiting for him in the parking lot.
"Mom Fitri!" call someone behind Fitri.
Fitri turned his head and stopped his steps, Miss Vienna, Dara's homeroom teacher is already behind her.
"Eh, Miss Vienna, what's wrong, ma'am?" ask Fitri.
"Bu Fitri didn't talk in the teacher's room?" ask Miss Vienna.
"Today no ma'am, because my husband is waiting in the parking lot! What's up, Mom?" answer Fitri.
"Oh, that's right, now Dara is not living with the Bu Fitri family anymore huh?" ask Miss Vienna.
"Yes right Mom, because her mother Dara and Dina pity alone, moreover she has no one else, Dara and her brother are fully the rights of her birth mother, why did Miss Vienna?" ask Fitri.
"Begini Bu Fitri, since Dara does not live with the family of Bu Fitri anymore, her achievements decreased, the task is often not completed, PR is also not done, in class she even became a gloomy!" obviously Miss Vienna.
"Really Ma? Well, why the Dara, then let me ask him directly, all to his house!" fitri.
"Alright Mom, hopefully tomorrow - tomorrow Dara is not like that anymore, then please first Mom, I still want to go to the teacher's room!" pamit Bu Vienna.
Fitri smiled as she nodded her head, then she stepped out of the lobby and headed straight to the parking lot.
Dicky was waiting for him in his car.
"You've been fit for a long time, my stomach is hungry!" cetus Dicky pouting.
"Sorry Mas, I was talking to Miss Vienna, her homeroom teacher Dara!" answer Fitri.
"Oh, how's Dara at school?" ask Dicky.
"Said Miss Vienna, Dara had a decline in performance, she so rarely do the task and PR!" answer Fitri.
"Hmm, definitely at home is not as disciplined learning as when he lived with us!" Dicky.
"Maybe Mas, Ms. Romlah is busy every day, and because of her education is less she also has difficulty teaching Dara, especially Dina!" fitri.
"So how is the solution fit? How can they succeed if learning has difficulty!" dicky asked as he continued driving.
"I have a proposal!" cetus Fitri snapped his fingers.
"What's your proposal? Say it!" sahut Dicky was impatient.
"We love the job for Mr. Donny, so he returned to menggelesin Dina the same Dara as before, later we give the money to Ms. Romlah, let Ms. Romlah pay, so Mr. Donny doesn't know if we're the ones paying for les Dina and Dara!" fitri.
"Well, my wife is very smart, I agree with your proposal Fit, so the shucks will have an extra Job!" sahut Dicky's.
"Mas, how about this afternoon we stop by the shop Miss Romlah, all the tengokin Dina and Dara, just a moment Mas!" bring Fitri.
"Okay, but don't be long, I'm tired of taking a break too!" Dicky.
"Ready Mas!" sahut Fitri happy.
Dicky then headed straight to his shop Miss Romlah which is not far from the place, precisely on the edge of a highway.
After they arrived, Dicky parked his car right in front of his shop, Miss Romlah.
Mom seems busy serving the buyers.
"Eh, there's a Doctor, come in first sir! There is a buyer's responsibility, time is rejected!" said Ms. Romlah.
Dicky and Fitri then sat on the front bench of the store, until Ms. Romlah finished serving the buyer.
After that Mrs Romlah sat down to join them.
"So home from school he went straight in, ate, and now sleeps the most!" sahut Bu Romlah.
"If Dina hasn't come home yet?" ask Fitri again.
"Now Dina comes home always at three, he said he had activities at school, he left and went home to ride an angkot!" answer Miss Romlah.
"So they're off and going home from school by themselves, Mom?" ask Dicky.
"Yes, Mr. Doctor, where I could nganterin them, from the morning has finished the store, just let them learn independently!" sahut Bu Romlah.
"Look Mom, I got a report from her homeroom teacher Dara, she said later she was always learning hard and rarely doing assignments!" fitri.
"Well, Miss Fitri, I can teach them, I was only in the second grade of her school, where I know the kids!" sahut Bu Romlah.
"Look Mom, we plan to love tutoring Dina and Dara, same Mr. Donny, their former teacher, every month we'll give Mom their tutoring money, please, later the mother who immediately loves Mr. Donny, how Mom, pity the children if they continue to learn!" fitri.
"Yes ma'am, so I just have to control it, without fear that the children will miss the lesson!" continued Dicky.
"If that's the case, I'd agree, thank you anyway, I'd like to pay attention to my son!" said Mrs Romlah happy.
"Don't hesitate, ma'am, they'll still be our foster children, so we'll also be responsible for their education!" answer Dicky.
Ms. Romlah then went into her shop, before long she returned with a few pots and furniture.
"Bu Fitri, this is to add a collection of furniture at home, free of charge you know!" said Ms. Romlah while offering the Goods.
"Well, don't miss Mom, I've got plenty of supplies at home!" tukas Fitri sungkan.
"Get me Mom, don't let me down, because this is all I can give to Bu Fitri!" said Ms. Romlah.
Finally Fitri received the gift of Miss Romlah.
Dicky and Fitri then leave and immediately return to continue his journey home.
"Fit, we stopped by to eat yuk, I've been hungry ever since!" take Dicky.
"What would Dicky eat? My stomach is still sensitive to this food!" sahut Fitri's.
"Eat anything fit, which is important to be full!" sahut Dicky's.
"Well, let's stop by lunch first!" fitri said at last.
They stopped at a fast food restaurant on the side of the road.
Just as they were about to get off to get in, Fitri's phone rang.
Fitri then immediately picked up his phone, there was an incoming call from home.
"Hello!"
"Hello, Ms. Fitri .. hiks!" bi Sumi's voice was crying.
"What's Bi?" ask Fitri worriedly.
"Alek Ma'am, Alex fell down the stairs, while he was playing alone no one was watching, Bibi and Mbok Jum were also in the kitchen, so ..."
"How is Alex Bi now?" tanya Fitri was getting anxious.
"Mang Salim and Pak Karta as well as Bu Eni are taking him to the hospital right now!" answer Bi Sumi.
Fitri's body immediately limp for a moment.
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