Rangga's Beloved Wife
Donator Kindergarten

"Thank you your master for donating funds to our school." said a guy with thick glasses. The uniform makes the man look older than his age.

"Sama-sama, Mr. Kadir. I came here not only as a donor, but also as an alumni of this school. There are so many memories of me here." Netraanya look at the school that still maintains the architecture of the building.

"Owh. So you're alumni here too. I'm sorry I don't know, but I never knew by your name. Rangga BarataYudha, I am also an alumni here, what class are you in?"

"I'm class 91, sir. You?"

"Owh, worth not knowing. I'm class 93."

They ended the conversation. Both of them seemed busy walking around kindergarten, from a distance Rangga saw some children playing in the school yard.some of them just sat with a few teachers. The laughter of the child who ran here and there. Their beautiful world without thinking about the pressing burden of life.

Rangga is a regular donor in Al-Amen kindergarten. One of the reasons he became a donor at that time, because he still had an effort about children. If his wife recovers, then he will be a donor for a kindergarten. Even though he was sick. However, his men who take care of the donor's problems.

He only hoped that by seeing the children would lure his wife in order to get pregnant. But in fact, the accident that makes itself separate from Laras.

But that's not the only thing that's the main focus. It was not that the place had many memories in its childhood. Nor was it because of some young teacher who was being friendly to him. But her net focused on two small children sitting on a chair swing. Both look familiar. Rangga smiled as the little figure recognized him.

"Om Ranges!" exclaim the boy.

The boy ran towards him. Followed by his friend they walked closer to Rangga. Rangga smiled hugging the first child to his body.

"Yusuf school is here? when do you get to Japan?" ask Rangga.

"Once our graduation mama immediately moved om. Oh yeah this meet my friend his name is Bagas.

Bagas knows this Om-ku my mother's brother, his name is om Rangga." Joseph met Rangga with his friend.

"Already known, suf. A few days ago I met this same bude doctor."

"Yusuf hasn't come home yet?"

"Papa mama said sick, vomiting continuously because he had a baby grandpa. But it'll be Bude Lia."

"Go home, om only. Om wants to take Yusuf with Bagas to eat. How's it? if you don't believe me, call your dad." Rangga's hands immediately danced on the screen.

"Assalamualaikum, Mom. It's me Rangga, I happen to want to take Joseph for a walk.Can?"

"Assalamualaikum, brother Rangga. Masya Allah, brother when in Indonesia. How not ngabarin?"

"Sorry, lam. I thought you guys were still in Japan. So you can't take Joseph."

Moments later, Rangga got Ina's decision to ask her son to come home. Rangga finally brought Joseph home.

"You asked to go home, he said." Rangga squatted parallel to the two children in front of him.

"Yaudah, then Joseph took the bag in class first. Which bag are you in?" Joseph turned his eyes to his friend.

"That's," Bagas' hand pointed towards the swing where they were sitting. Joseph left Bagas to take his bag.

Rangga turned towards Bagas. Since the beginning of the meeting somehow there was a strange vibe to the boy. Rangga is always happy every time he meets Bagas. Curiosity always haunts him.

"Bagas go home with Om, yes." take Rangga.

Bagas. He is always willing to not trust others. Especially if someone takes her home.

"No, Om. Bagas has promised Mother. He'll pick her up. Indeed, mothers usually like to be late to pick up, because mother work."

"Don't want to be delivered?" again the boy nodded.

Rangga stood together with the appearance of Yusuf already carrying his school bag.

"Om can't you take Bagas?

"So om has invited Bagasnya do not want."

Rangga saw Bagas' face as if he wanted to

convey something. But it seems like a bigger prestige. Rangga finally left Bagas who just stared meaningfully at him.

From the trip Rangga kept Bagas' mind. I don't think he's calm enough to see that kid still at school. Rangga turned his car to catch up with Bagas.

"We'll pick up Bagas, yeah, suf. Poor thing he must have waited a long time for an invitation."

"Indeed he often is, om. Often long in because it is not picked up by the mother. Sometimes there is a doctor or bude who picked up. Bagas used to say that his mother sometimes went home at night. It's office work."

"Her father anyway?"

"No idea, um. Bagas never told his father. Every school she told her parents."