Sky Earth
CHAPTER 1

A teenage boy has just come out of class to be greeted by his best friend from a different class. Always faithfully waiting when going home from school.

"Fidz, watch the game first yuk," asked his friend.

"Can't be Al, I have to take care of the kids this afternoon, if you want to watch it yourself, right? Let me go home on foot," Hafidz said, there's no way he'd leave his duty to watch a football game.

"Oh yaudah, I take you home first, all want to change clothes, later do not invite Adi aja," said Ali his best friend.

"I'm sorry Al" said Hafidz.

"Nothing Fidz, relax." Ali said with a smile.

Since SMP Ali always gave a ride to Hafidz when leaving and going home from school, Hafidz actually felt bad because every day had to trouble Ali, even though the distance from school to home is only about half a kilometer, according to Hafidz can still be reached on foot, but Ali never let his best friend walk alone.

Hafidz daily routine is different from other friends, because every two days he has to teach or tutoring for elementary school and junior high school children in his village. By teaching tutoring children in Elementary and Junior High School, at least Hafidz can save money for college later, because his mother never wanted to accept the money and always told Hafidz to save it.

"Still Al" said Hafidz after getting off Ali's bike.

Ali only raised his thumb and turned his motor back to his residence which was only two houses away from Hafidz's house.

"Assalamualaikum" said Hafidz, but no one answered his greeting.

Unlike usual his house was deserted when he returned to school. Just now he was about to say his greetings for the second time when he faintly heard the voice of the person inside the house, but he accidentally heard his mother's words that made him surprised.

"When Sir? True said Bu Lurah earlier, if Hafidz did not go to college it was a pity, he was smart. But how are we capable? Or we sell diamonds that we find first, it must belong to the Hafidz family, maybe who have also forgotten," said Nurul.

"Don't Buk, the diamond necklace was very important, with the necklace Hafidz could find his family. Although you do not want Hafidz to return to his biological family, he was like a child himself," Mr. Ahmad imagined when he held Hafidz who was still a baby, they were so happy.

"Is everything you said to the same mother true? If I wasn't your real son?" ask Hafidz. Never imagined in the least of these realities.

Unfortunately, his face does not look like Father or Mother, but he never thought if he was not their real child.

Bu Nurul and Pak Ahmad were shocked, seeing that Hafidz had come home and heard their words. Actually do not want to tell me about this there is Hafidz, but if it is like this they are forced to explain everything without exception.

Bu Nurul approached Hafidz, then tightly hugged the body of the teenager he had nurtured since the baby, his tears just flowing. Not willing if this child has to return to his biological parents.

"Hafidz the mother's child, although not born from the mother's womb, but Hafidz is still the mother's child the same father," he said.

Hafidz returned the embrace of the mother, she also cried, and was surprised by this fact.

Ahmad hugged his son. The three men were crying together. Either happy or sad cry.

"Already Buk, don't cry anymore. Hafidz will stay here with you and Mom." Hafidz took off his arms and wiped away the tears of his mother.

Bu Nurul nodded.

"Now I want to eat lunch and take a bath first Buk, soon have to teach the children, later if it is too late to be scolded by Bu Lurah again." Hafidz was actually curious about the real story, he also could not accept this reality, but at this time what is more important is his protege who was waiting at Bu Lurah's house. He'll ask everything later tonight after all the activities are over.

Although there were so many things he thought, Hafidz still taught well there was no carelessness he did in the slightest. That's how Hafidz will always be professional despite the many problems he thinks. According to him, personal problems should not be mixed with other problems.

"Fidz, it's some kids' dues this month, others tomorrow" he said." Bu Lurah handed him an envelope containing money from his student's parents.

"Thank you Buk, the rest is for cleanliness only Buk, as usual," Hafidz always like that, he divided his money for Bu Lurah whose house was willing to be used as a place to study, but Bu Lurah always refused, he shared his money, because he thinks the hall is actually useful, not like it used to be unkempt.

"Oh yeah, don't! That's your right, I don't need protest or rejection as usual, tomorrow I will love the rest. Thanks to you Mother's day so diligent to learn, not as it used to be malesan," always like that rejection that Bu Lurah threw.

"Thank you a lot Buk, I was always a hassle. If so, excuse me, Buk,"

After being invited Hafidz returned to his house which was not too far away, only about a hundred meters.

The night after studying, Hafidz who usually went to bed, now actually approached his parents in the room knocking on the door of his parents' room, which is now, after being invited he went into the room and it seemed like his Father and Mother were waiting.

Hafidz sat on the side of the bed next to his mother and father.

"So soon I'll take something." Ms. Nurul got off the bed to a cupboard that looked worn by age. He may be older than Hafidz. Take out a small yellow box, it looks like a bread box.

"This is the diamond necklace that I said earlier, the same as the baby when you were first found. This is the only clue, nothing else." Bu Nurul handed the two objects to Hafidz.

With trembling hands, Hafidz accepted the two objects and looked at them with an erratic heart. But he doesn't know what the real story is.

"SH'S? Is this a family name or a symbol?" Hafidz scrutinized the two-letter SH pendant carefully, and behind the pendant he found a code with a numeric inscription. Like the date of birth of a person, it may be true that the birth date of the owner of the diamond necklace. If you look at the date and year, the current owner of the necklace is more than forty years old, which means younger than his adoptive mother, Bu Nurul.

"We don't know, either, Son," replied Mother and Father in unison.

Seriate...

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