Sky Earth
CHAPTER 3

Not felt the day that was waiting arrived, right today the announcement of graduation results will be announced at the Hafidz school. In the morning Hafidz and Ali were in school, eager to see the results of their three years of high school, hoping not to disappoint.

"When are you on Fidz's college entrance exam?" ali asked as they were waiting for the announcement in front of the Hafidz class.

"Three days are coming Al, but I haven't spoken to Mom and Dad, yet" replied Hafidz, looking into the school grounds.

"I'm helping you talk, how?"

"Thank you Al, but no need, later I will talk to myself," Hafidz refused not to bother his best friend.

"When are you going to the boarding school?" now Hafidz asked.

"Not knowing Fidz, wait for you to leave. Should be a new school year in pesantren still run out later, but if at home too long afraid to be lazy to leave," replied Ali.

"It's still a long time, I think I'm leaving first, let's know what kind of activities there are, before actually entering the class,"

"She wants it, too, but wait for you to go,"

"Like the announcement has been taped Fidz, let's see, it's not patient." Ali was followed by Hafidz behind him.

"Alhamdulillah we passed Fidz, your name is in the first order!" exclaimed Ali was excited, when he saw the results of their exam, even though Hafidz had not seen at all because so crowded queue.

"Alhamdulillah" said Hafidz.

Hafidz was still curious, wanting to see his roster, but the queue was still crowded and some of their female friends looked excited, knowing they had all graduated.

"Sister Hafidz!" shouted someone, mengangetkan Hafidz who was watching his friends.

"Ah, what's wrong Wan?" ask Hafidz.

"Call the headmaster to his room now" replied the student, who is none other than the current chairman of OSIS.

"Okay, thanks Wan. I'll be there soon,"

The OSIS chairman simply brandished his thumb, then left the crowd of twelfth graders.

"Al, I went to the principal's room first huh," said Hafidz.

After getting a nod from his best friend, Hafidz passed to the headmaster's room.

"Congratulations to you Fidz, I invite you here because I want to convey the good news" said the headmaster after Hafid sat in his room.

In the room was not only the principal, there were some teachers who also sat there.

"Thank you sir, if you may know what good news sir?" ask Hafidz.

The headmaster gave Hafidz a piece of paper, "Look, this is the good news" said Mr. Kepsek.

Hafidz received the paper and read it, giving thanks many times when he knew the contents in the paper.

"You have to go to Fidz's college, baby if this opportunity is not used properly" said another teacher.

"You know, your test scores are perfect, and you get one in every province" said the principal, then handed him a piece of paper with different contents.

"But who registered me through this line, sir? In the college that I'm going to, too, how can it fit this way?" Hafidz did not feel enrolled, wondering why he suddenly got an invitation to go to college in the capital.

The headmaster smiled at the confusion on Hafidz's face, "Who else would have done it if not your homeroom teacher. Ask him yourself," he said.

The homeroom teacher smiled and nodded, "You should thank Ali, he told me this information. Spirit yes Fidz, you certainly can," he said encouragingly.

"Thank you very much sir" didn't know what to say but to thank his teacher.

"On the registration money, the five of us agreed to help you Fidz, hopefully this can ease the registration fee there, for the next you can definitely find a scholarship, you can definitely afford." The principal gives Hafidz a brown envelope.

"But sir, I'm not-" Hafidz's words were cut because the principal interrupted first.

"You must accept, this is a fortune for you Fidz, do not be rejected" he said.

"Well, thank you, sir" Hafidz finally relented, choosing to receive the brown envelope.

After a long time getting some advice from the teachers, Hafidz also said goodbye. All he had to do now was tell his parents. Ask them for their blessing.

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"Sorry sir, Mom, I just said it now" Hafidz just told me he was going to college outside the city, in the capital. He also told me about the incident at school.

"It's okay, my mother and I have also agreed to send you back to a higher level, we have some savings for your school fees," said Bu Nurul.

But Hafidz shook his head, he knew very well his Mother and Father were saving up to go to the holy land, it was impossible if he had to accept the money. He will use his own savings for expenses as long as he has not found a job there later.

"That's savings to go to the holy land of Buk, I don't want to use that. Let me use my own savings, mom and dad do not have to worry, I can certainly arrange it later. I'll get a scholarship and find a job there, I'm sure I can Buk, sir" Hafidz said with confidence.

Bu Nurul felt guilty for not being able to take care of his son properly, especially about education. Limitations of costs that become obstacles. They were both only small farmers, the income could only be for everyday eating. If you get more money, it will be on the tube.

"I'm sorry Mom and Dad, son, who can't make you happy. We can only pray that you become successful later, unlike the two of us bodo* people who usually only farm potluck." Bu Nurul hugged the son.

Hafidz shook his head, "Mother doesn't need to apologize, Hafidz should be the one who thanked me because the same Mother had taken care of Hafidz since the baby. I couldn't get back at anything, all I could do was pray for my mom and dad to be healthy always" Hafidz returned his arms.

"I can't imagine if Mom didn't find me, maybe I'm gone now, or else I'd be living in an orphanage that couldn't feel the affection of a mother and father, I'm grateful for that Buk, thank you very much, Hafidz can't repay everything." Hafidz took off his embrace, looking at the mother's face reddened by crying.

"In the future, may I be a successful person, in order to make you happy Father and Mother, fulfilling all the wishes of mother. Pray for me Buk, sir" he said.

"Definitely, son, we must be praying for you," now the father is speaking, for he continues to cry.

"Thank you, Mr. Buk." Hafidz hugged both his parents.

"Mother is crying, I'm not strong if I see you cry. You must also be sad if you see the crying mother,"

Bu Nurul nodded, wiping the remaining tears on his wet cheeks. I don't know what she was thinking, crying like that.

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