Love hindered friendship
Admonished again

Atar then walked on the sidewalk away from the hospital with a mind that floated somewhere.

"What am I supposed to do now? Why me, why did I make this mess? How can I do all this?" atar was very disappointed with himself.

He kicked the can in front of him as a form of impingement on his frustration and disappointment. Far enough he walked with an uncertain feeling until finally he decided to go home to the villa by riding a public vehicle.

The day is now increasingly showing the dark color of the sign of the night is coming soon, new azdan reverberate in every corner of the mosque and musolah when the new Atar arrived at his place of work.

He then continued on foot to get to the villa but Atar had stopped by at the beginning to perform the magrib prayer continued with the prayer of repentance so that his heart was calmer, after praying and begging for forgiveness for his sins Atar then returned to the villa.

In the villa the lights have been seen on the sign that the residents of the villa have returned home, their car has been seen parked in the garage. Atar was about to enter but the door of the house was locked from the inside, Atar then pressed the doorbell.

Ting.ge....ting...tong..

Several times he pressed the bell but inaudible or visible someone opened the door for Atar.

"They also don't want to open the door for me, it seems like I won't be able to sleep in the villa tonight" he said, bowing sadly.

Atar circulated his gaze in all directions, peeping glass windows but from the inside there was no sign of life. Perhaps his three friends had entered each other's rooms, Atar thought.

"Jho! Azka! Gio!" atar shouted hoping that one of them would answer.

But Atar's hope ran aground because the three themes no one answered. Atar let out a lethargic sigh, the sadness that was drawn on his face could no longer be expressed in words.

"Yes, maybe they are still angry and can not forgive me, maybe I should go first from here" said Atar sadly.

He then left the villa, before stepping far, Atar had turned his head back hoping that there was a figure of his friend who suddenly wanted to open the door for him but again his hope ran aground already because his three friends no one wanted to go out to open the door by Atar.

He finally left again from the villa, without Atar realizing on the balcony there was Azka who stood while staring at the departure of Atar, Azka seemed to turn her face away from Atar as if she was trying to close her eyes, his heart and ears will be in trouble and will not see Atar.

Atar who is confused should go where tonight and then decided to sleep in the mosque while performing the prayer isya.

Yep, yeah, all night Atar in the mosque he continued to pray and ask for guidance from the creator of the problem he was facing until he fell asleep in the mosque until the dawn of the new woke up because there was a mosque imam who woke him up.

"Son, I want to wake up, it is time for dawn prayers soon the worshipers will come for dawn prayers" said the mosque's imam while patting Atar's shoulder.

Not how long Atar woke up, he immediately rubbed his eyes.

"Eh! Father, I'm sorry I fell asleep here" said Atar.

"Yes that's okay.Son, aren't you one of the architects who is doing the construction in our village right?" ask the imam of the mosque.

"Yes right sir, this father is not the owner of the restaurant next to the construction site?" ask back Atar.

"She's right, son, why are you sleeping here?"

Atar did not immediately answer he was downcast for a moment, not how long Atar just answered.

"Actually I have a little problem with my friends but this won't be long ko, I'll solve this problem soon"

Atar momentarily fell silent and then hesitantly asked.

"Mother may I ask"

"What do you want to ask? You'll answer it if you know the answer"

"How has Shabira grown so far? Is he growing up well? Is everything that it needs fulfilled? Is she okay?" ask Atar doubtfully.

"Why are you suddenly asking about Shabira?"

"It's okay sir, I just want to know but if you can't answer I won't force"

The imam of the mosque who was none other than Husen then smiled at Atar and he replied

"Shabira is a good boy although sometimes cold and indifferent to people but actually he likes to help others, he is smart and also diligent, he said, he is fine and about his needs God willing we will try to meet his needs even though we can not provide luxury"

"Thank God then" Atar murmured while looking down.

Mr. Husen just remembered that it was time for the dawn prayer he then told Jidan to adhan because he happened to be the same then Mr. Husen to pray in the mosque.

"This midwife it's time for your morning adhan adhan ya" said Mr. Husen to Jidan

"Alright sir" said Jidan he then immediately adzan.

Not how long the congregation came and they all then performed the morning prayer together.

The afternoon after.

This Sunday as usual Jidan and Shabira went to play by bicycle around the tea plantation. When again engrossed in cycling suddenly Jidan accidentally saw Atar was sitting dreamy while leaning on a long chair made of bamboo.

"Shabira, Shabira, stop first" said Jidan half-screaming.

Shabira then stopped her bike and glanced back.

"What's up Jidan?" ask Shabira.

Jidan then approached Shabira then he said while pointing at Atar.

"Shabira look at that, isn't she your friend?"

"Oh yeah, he's Ooomm... About Atar. Why are you pointing him at me?"

"It was not known that at dawn I met him in the mosque, Om Atar slept in the mosque his face when it looked lethargic and sad, it seems he again had a problem see only now he was dreaming" jidan.

"What does this have to do with us? Om Atar's problems then why do we have to mind him?" ask Shabira.

"The problem is that he calls you when in the mosque, ask for your growth, ask if your needs are fulfilled or not, if you are okay or not, if there is nothing to say he wants you" jidan.

"Is it really Om Atar nanyain about me?" shabira asked in disbelief.

"Yes, really why am I lying to you"

Shabira noticed Atar from a distance, Jidan's speech was now a big question in Shabira's mind. And accidentally Atar who began to circulate his gaze instead caught the figure of two small children who were watching him, Atar then stood up and called them.

Shabira and Jidan instead of approaching Atar they looked at each other, finally Atar who approached them.

"What are you guys here for?" ask Atar.

"Let's play it differently" replied Jidan.

Atar looked at the little girl who was in front of him.

"Are you really my son? Why does this feel like a dream?" batin Atar was saddened to let his son grow up without a father figure by his side.

"Shabira, can you come over here to Om?" atar asked while looking sadly at Shabira.

The little girl was confused by the strange man in front of her. But somehow his legs even brought Shabira closer to Atar.

When it was close, Atar suddenly hugged the little girl while kneeling to balance her height.

"Hey! Um why is Om suddenly hugging me?" shabira asked with a little protest while trying to break away from Atar.

But Atar did not let the little girl escape from his embrace.

"Shabira please let Om hold you for a moment because Om is missing someone who looks like you" Atar's alibi said.

"I'm sorry for Shabira's father, I can't admit that this father is your real father" Atar said with a sad sob.

Actually Shabira felt uncomfortable but for a long time she felt comfortable when hugged by Atar because there was a feeling of calm and peace that enveloped her heart when embraced by Atar.

"Ko I feel comfortable hugging Om Atar, his arms warm and soft just like your mother's arms" said Shabira.

"What Om crying? It turns out true what Om Jho said, Om Atar was crybaby" Shabira chirped.

Atar hurriedly wiped his tears then stared fixedly at the little girl.

"Hey! What is it about Om?" ask Atar.

"Om Jho says you like to make Om Atar cry because Om Atar when you are a child is easy to cry, you also like jailin Om" replied Shabira with a soft tone.

"Ih! Who says Om the crybaby is not true, Om this is a strong man, see the Om muscles" said Atar while showing his muscles hidden behind a long-sleeved shirt in dark blue.

Shabira sneered as she muttered "Ih! Who cares"

When busy chatting with Shabira suddenly, Atar's eyes looked at the forgotten Jidan who was standing behind Shabira while continuing to pay attention to Atar and Shabira.

"Eh! What's your name?" ask Atar to Jidan.

"Me?" jidan said while pointing his index finger at himself.

"Yes you. Comeing! Here" asked Atar while waving his hand.

"I'm Jidan. What's the matter, Om?"

Suddenly Atar hugged the two children and said, "Are you not brothers?"

The two children nodded in Atar's arms.

"You should never fight. Jidan, you're a boy so you have to take care of Shabira yeah, don't let anyone bother her"

"It's not Jidan who takes care of me but I'm the one who usually takes care of Jidan" Shabira said.

Atar took off his arms and smiled at Shabira.

"You look so much like your mother"

Atar then stroked Shabira and Jidan's hair. Then he took out two pieces of paper money in his wallet.

"Do you want snacks or ice cream? This is money for you" asked Atar and gave the money to Shabira and Jidan.

The two children only gawked at the astonishment.Tak how long Shabira held Atar's hand while returning the money she gave.

"Although we are orphanage children but we are not taught to beg, so sorry Om I can not accept Om's money" said Shabira.

Atar felt touched by the sikaf Shabira stressed, she felt grateful even though her son grew up without a father but the nature of the child was very good even though he was cold and indifferent.

"Please accept this money, consider it a gift for you because you have treated your longing for someone" said Atar.

"Shabira, take it. We cannot refuse sustenance" Jidan whispered to Shabira.

"Yes, thank you. Shabira let's go home" take Jidan while pulling Shabira.The little girl gawks at Jidan.

"You don't need to be confused. Comeing! Go home" take Jidan.

They then left but Atar prevented while saying half-screaming.

"Om coming with you guys back to the parlors"

Shabira then glanced back and asked "What for? It's not like I have a house"

Atar scratched his non-itchy head while saying.

"Yes, but Om again had a fight with three friends Om, they were still angry and did not give the door for Om to enter the house"

"Have you apologized to them?" ask Shabira.

Atar shook his head in a sign that he had not apologized.

"I apologize first to them, quickly solve Om's problem with them do not Om's problem left too long" said the little girl then pedal her bike which was then followed by Jidan.

"Have I just been counseled again with my own son?" atar asked himself as he scooped his face in disbelief of the incident just now.

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