Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 02's

"Father and Mother went to the plantation," said Arya who entered with a sweaty body. Usual. The new motor is also new. Dirty little washed. "Just get home soon."

"Yes" replied Al briefly.

He was looking at the house. Interior reflecting luxury with antique crystal lamp. Several calligraphic paintings and gothic naturalism add to the beautiful and interesting. Lots of photos of oranges with multiple perspectives. He could hardly believe that this house was the home of a former postman.

"Dad is now crazy rich" said Arya. "The button motor has been retired since the price of imported oranges boomed. Instead, he rode a Nissan Elgrand."

Al slaughtered. "Go to the garden, bring a car? Just wear a suit! Tie!"

"Century 21."

"Hand money has a tariff, too, is it?"

"Second car, the price is not much."

"Liar second, Nissan loh is not a tombstone?"

"Daddy is still somewhat economical than the neighbor."

"So you're wasting money on neighbors?"

"Sister's room is upstairs if you want to rest" Arya said as if to avoid debate. "I'll wake up later if you're going home with Mom."

Al knew which room was. Photos from time to time are plastered on the green walls of the leaves. It must be the mother who prepared to welcome his arrival.

Many in this house do not match his heart, thought Al while lying on a soft mattress. My father was a successful farmer. But the success results are used to buy goods as desired, not as needed.

Her parents heard her voice downstairs. Al immediately exited the room and went down the stairs to meet them.

"Have you come home?" mau Haikal girang. "Kok ngebel first, let's pick up the same driver in the fork?"

"Lowbat" replied Al, kissing his mother's hand. "I used to walk anyway."

"How's college?" ask Mr. Haikal when Al kisses his hand. "Can't the Judicium SM again?"

Al hush. Always, the question was the first to roll in every meeting they had. Who filled out the first line of letters sent to Yogya. The only question belonged to his father.

Mr. Haikal is suspicious. "Why? Bad GPA?"

"How dare I go home if there is remedial value" said Al without enthusiasm.

Almost five months they had not met, since the last time his father brought a basket of sunkist oranges. But in the least he did not bring up his longing.

Mr. Haikal smiled proudly. "good. You're really good at appreciating old people's sweat. Your achievement is the best prostration."

"Dad you want to see a transcript of the value?" ask Al without passion.

"Can."

"That's it," admonished Ma'am Haikal gently. "Our son's not just coming home for a report."

Different from his mother. He's more understanding. College is not just facing the thick of the dictates, many obstacles are blocking. He always gives enough motivation whenever his son faces problems.

So Al complained to his mother a lot if there was anything, including all the surprises he got today.

"What exactly are you looking for?" al asked while watching his mother help the cook. A house this big cannot be taken care of alone, it needs a few assistants. Cost again. "Life glory or people's praise?"

"The glory of life comes from the praise of people" Ma'am Haikal replied as if defending her husband. "Then Dad stopped being a postman to build a better dream. Is it wrong for him to make it happen when he gets the chance?"

"But what do parabolas do? Subscribe channel? Globalization is not for people like us, for people who make up that term."

"Your support is altitude."

"Wear the stairs."

"Apple harvests with stairs?" balik Bu Haikal's. "Arya begs. Said he was watching local television pete ..."

"Bete" errat Al.

"Not far from soap operas and imaging."

"Continue installing WiFi?"

"Who likes to jump on that tree?"

"Squirrels."

"It's all Aryan desire. Again, I like to wear it to find information. He's the chairman of KUD, the chairman of BPD, too."

"Mother don't spoil Arya too much. He could be a contaminated generation."

"Mother dizzy if not filled, everything is mentioned. Mom is bete. But I understand what that means. He wants to sift people."

"Dad just shut up?"

"I don't know your father. It's important to study."

"Make you too. That's a sizzling bini ..."

"Lamborghini."

"Make you that."

Al was not impressed. He saw the car in the garage. The latest edition and it is very expensive.

Ma'am Haikal looked curiously. "What do you want?"

"I want you to be careful with Arya."

"difficult."

Arya can't live with concern. He only wants to go to school if the pocket money is enough. The performance depends on the facilities. Fortunately, my father is now friendly with money. He did not need to bone down to meet his needs.

Al was secretly envious. He eats best if anyone treats him. Eggs are a daily meal. But they eat as if they want to open a restaurant, from lobster to smoked salmon available.

"So this kind of life Dad was trying to hide?" sindir Al seraya pulled up a chair to sit down. "Until you send the news using the traditional way. Once ngebel runs out of pulses."

"Dad wants you to learn to be concerned" said Mr. Haikal. "What you see now comes from being concerned."

"Once in a while there's no harm in being sent more money."

"Roften right?"

"That's a seminar."

"Keep doing what else?"

"The event is not just a seminar."

"Money is not a good friend. Can betray wherever you stand, let alone you are far from the parents."

"Dad doesn't believe me?"

"Dad doesn't believe in money."

"To believe it is the same as God," said Arya. "Don't equal money."

"Children of your age can only play with words" said Al. "And diligently move the curriculum to the streets, mall."

"I'm going to high school soon, it's big."

"Otherwise it's big! Add your big lagakmu!"

"Already," cut off Ma'am Haikal. "You're all Mother's children, you're both dear."

But they are favoritism, Al thought bargain. He was always number two. Always have the rest. Just because Arya's the youngest child! Spoiled brat!

"As a brother, you have to set a good example for the progress of his studies" said Mr. Haikal.

"I have many examples. Arya knows Justin Bieber better than Justin Webber."

Justin Bieber is a Canadian singer, while Justin Webber is a German physicist.

"Dad's been living well" said Al. "What else is expected of me?"

"So you're chasing achievements just trying to make Dad proud? Don't have your own goals?"

"My ideas are to ensure the happiness of Father and Mother. Now it feels like my life is guaranteed."

"Tarta does not guarantee complete happiness. Life needs a confession."

"From age to age the powerful are the rich, not the doctors or professors."

"Because their mindset is still revolving around the stomach. Rich people can be content."

"Well, just follow where the water is flowing. Wisely seek honor, seek rank, and find scapegoats to be saved."

"So that's your lecture in Yogya?"

Al smile. "Get up on the front page."

Al's smile suddenly receded. A young and sexy woman appeared with her sorry smile.

"Yes plates?"

Dad smiled cheerfully, Mom put on a face of war.

"There is no late word for you" replied his father.

Al looked at wonder. Who is this woman?