
Arriving in front of Ibu Sari's room, Angga knocked on the door slowly. Mr. Jemari who followed the footsteps of Angga also stood behind Angga. Although Pak Jemari always asked Angga what was necessary, there was news from his Papi but Angga just kept quiet, still continued to knock on the door of the room Ibu Sari.
“Maybe Ibu Sari breaks Mas.” said Mr. Jemari later when Angga tried to knock on the door again.
“Kata Marginah, Ibu Sari does not break noon.” said Angga and not long after the door opened.
“Angga. What is it gonna take?” ask Mommy Sari when the door is open.
“Bu, can I come in. There are things that I want to talk about with Ibu.” said Angga politely because he was worried if his arrival disrupted the work of Ibu Sari. Seen Ibu Sari replied with a nod of his head and let Angga into his study.
“Mas, can I enter not?” asked Mr. Jemari, but before answered by Angga he had come in. And Ibu Sari also invited Mr. Jemari to come in.
“Bu, Papi want to give you a car to pick us up. Is there anyone in the home who can drive a car. If there's no Papi wants to have one of his drivers stay at the parlor first. While there are parlors who learn to drive.” said Angga when the three of them were already sitting in a chair.
“Really it's Angga. I am so happy to hear this news. I was thinking about how to get my kids to go home and school safely. Especially for Nesya, Marginah and you who have become the target.” said Ibu Sari with sparkling eyes staring at Angga, not expecting to get a car for shuttle transportation for children.
“Oooo the horeya yes Mas, me too..... horeeee.......” said Mr. Jemari was very happy and then he shouted with applause because he also felt very happy if there was a shuttle car, his concern for Marginah kidnapped and sold vanished.
“But .. horenya not so Pak.” said Angga in a sad tone.
“Why?” ask Ibu Sari and Pak Jemari simultaneously. The two of them also immediately changed their facial expressions and their smiles suddenly disappeared due to the sentence that had just come out of Angga's mouth.
“Papi can only give you a used car and it's a Bu tub car. Car make goods not for people.” Angga replied sadly while bowing his head.
“Papi ask me to ask Ibu Sari first, do Ibu Sari want. Because Papi said, it is actually a car not worthy of people transportation. But the word Papi in the front seat can be for Nesya and Marginah, while Angga is okay to sit in the back tub.” said Angga next. Giving a used car and tub car is the solution of Papinya Angga in an emergency, when hearing the story of his son Angga earlier.
“It's okay Nga, it's more than enough to bring a child in need. How about the engine, if the cost of expensive maintenance I have to think about funds for the care of the car.” said Ibu Sari while staring at Angga.
“Papi said the machine is still good Bu.” replied Angga who has now raised his face to look at Ibu Sari.
“Yes sir, the important thing is not to long distance. Could danger. If for the distance of the home with the school I think it is okay Nga.” said Ibu Sari with a smile, he also often saw in the village where the orphanage is also like what Mr. Jemari said many cars to transport goods to carry people.
“So it's okay, Papi apologizes just being able to give you a used tub car. Later if there is a windfall want to give a real shuttle car he... Now make it in an emergency first.” Angga said with a small laugh.
“Aminnn. Yes Mas, the important thing is to calmly leave and go home from school.” said Mr. Jemari while hugging Angga who was sitting nearby.
“True to tell Papi, I say thank you very much, later let Mother take you. You can all shop for goods placed in box.” said Ibu Sari while smiling at Angga.
“Mother Sari can drive a car? Wah great really really great.” said Mr. Jemari amazed at the figure of Ibu Sari, because in his village Mr. Jemari had never seen a woman driving a car. What he often saw was the driver of the taxi driver, bus and truck was a man who was burly. Or Mr. Kades and the man who is well-known in the village who can drive a car. Sari's mother just smiled politely. And after that Angga pleaded because he wanted to tell his Papi that Ibu Sari received the help.
The car will come in a few days. Because Papinya Angga's officer is handling the car letter. Waiting for the car to come. Angga was picked up by Ms. Sari on a motorbike, while Marginah and Nesya were still learning from the orphanage. Angga's show had to pass on the lessons he caught in class to Marginah and Nesya continued.
“I can't wait for Papi's car to come, so I don't have to teach you two.” muttered Angga when he finished delivering the lesson he got in class to Nesya and Marginah.
But arrived...
“Events like this will continue to run Nga. But then it will be between the three of you. And I'm going to create a system like this for other kids in the same class. Because I see you're paying more attention to the lesson. Your class teacher also conveyed to Mother that the value of your training practice is good.” the voice of Ms. Sari who suddenly appeared from behind the door and now stands near the three of them.
“But tired Mom, I want to relax he...he...” said Angga while laughing unexpectedly if Mother Sari listened to her talk. Though before that, Ibu Sari often peeked when the three of them were studying. Because you want to see if Angga really pays attention to the lessons in class. It turns out that the way proved powerful to make Angga pay attention to the lesson.
“Can't be lazy yes, it's for your good for your future. Even though your Papimu money is a lot, if you are lazy it will be a long time out if you as a child cannot continue to manage the money and wealth that your Papimu collected with great difficulty.” said Ibu Sari next
“If you learn not to be made Nga load, made like it we play games.” said Marginah
“Where there are games read and listen to people talk, you there is only.” said Angga lirih near Marginah.
“I mean the pleasure is loh Nga and the concentration is loh.. you if you play the game will be happy and full concentration after all.” said Marginah while patting Angga's back with a textbook.