Smart Boy Child Maker Khamar
Go home

“Ah.. Ustadz Shawab, it was. Why hunt so much. We enjoy our show. ‘Kan a year Only once. Cable business will be”, said Mr. Rangga when heading towards Father and Ustadz Shawab. Mama Javin catches up behind with her hands folded in her chest.

It is good to talk, if delayed, the edges remain I am also the one who cleaned up, Ustadz Shawab thought in his heart. “It's okay sir, it's time. If postponed later worried that the complaint was late” that came out of the mouth Ustadz Shawab much more polite.

“Ah, so yes. Then Ali's father joined us. It just so happened that Mr. Gilang had not returned home either. Let's join them, sir, while the taste of cake” take Mr. Rangga. Dad stood up straight, handed the rest of the cable that had not been neatly rolled on Ustadz Shawab. Mama Javin has started to docked with Father and Mr. Rangga.

“Alhamdulillaah earlier Mama Disha also got along with Pak Bintang. I'm glad our show today eroded all the upset that there might be because of our children who were .. yes. My purpose in supporting this event is actually just for that pak” continued Mr. Rangga with a slightly raised tone of voice. Intentionally so that Mama Javin can hear.

“ Eeh... still trying to defend yourself apparently” comments Mama Javin.

“Hayuk pak” said Mr. Rangga while pulling Dad join in a larger crowd. Mr. Bintang and Ms. Ratna seem to have been friendly again. Even though Ms. Ratna was talking to her Mama Handoko, but her shoulder was still half-leaning to the shoulder of Mr. Star. Mr. Gilang smiled broadly with the Handoko trophy in his left hand. His right hand was trying to tightly embrace Handoko's shoulder. Either for fear of Handoko running away or for everyone in the Hall to realize that he is Handoko's father, the champion of the hopes of three adhan races.

Handoko busied herself with the snack plate in her hand. His eyes continued to pay attention to Ali and Aira who had been busy chatting together. Hoping to be stuck or embraced in the conversation. Ali and Aira with gestures and a tone of speech that is allowed to try to fortify themselves so that Handoko does not participate.

The mother who had just observed Ali and Aira talking, could not follow what they were discussing. I felt lonely in this crowd. Dad immediately stood next to Mom, sticking his shoulder to her shoulder. I look a little relieved. Mr. Rangga who was approaching with Dad patted Mr. Gilang's shoulder like a close friend. Then he signaled to invite Mr. Gilang to chat with Dad. Mr. Bintang joined because he thought this would be a talk of the Fathers.

“Dad Ali.. Thank God we meet again here. Healthy-healthy ‘kan. I pangling earlier saw the father follow the cable roll. I think one of ustadz here” greet pak Gilang want to be friendly. Mr. Rangga and Pak Bintang just looked at each other to see his friend who was still less good at choosing words.

“Ah. Just help out a little Ustadz Shawab. He said the cable needs to be cleaned up immediately. The cable has a mosque, want to be used for adzan” replied Dad. Intentionally extended with trivial information like this so as not to impress ketus.

“Lhaa.. so the school does not have a cable for the speaker ya” response Pak Gilang. “Ustadz Shawab!” suddenly shouted. The one who looks up is not only the one who is called. The one called out only nodded politely. The cable is finished. “Later please tell me about the speaker cable yes. What brand, how long will it take, let me buy” continued Mr. Gilang again.

His tone was only slightly smaller than his first call. Perhaps Mr. Gilang's intention was for Ustadz Shawab across the hall to hear clearly. But the other old man who was still inside the hall also listened. Some mengedumel in the heart, who the hell is this guy, so arrogant. Just the intention of buying cable is arrogant.

Mr. Rangga scratched his eyebrows, maybe this is how to get rid of annoyance and awkwardness. The Star Sir just bowed and smiled. Perhaps it was a shame because all the eyes in the hall looking at him must have concluded that the one who shouted just now was his friend.

“Oh yes Ali's father, Handoko told me about Ali and Zia who had helped him practice Adzan on the toilet, so I want to say, thank you very much”

I just gaped at the words that came out of Mr. Gilang's mouth. Mr. Bintang and Mr. Rangga did not seem less surprised.

“Oh yes, I mean practicing breathing to be able to make a sound with a high tone. ‘Kan can not yes, exercise adzan in the toilet. Not polite”connect mr Gilang. He thought with his explanation earlier could ease the shock and confusion of his listeners. Father, Mr. Rangga and Mr. Bintang are still not fully aware of what they have just heard.

“I mean the exercises that Ali taught to let out a high voice by clamping. uh.. that part. But succeed! Look at this!” he said again while lifting the Handoko trophy aloft. “Yaa. although many other ways of exercise are safer, but yes. the name is also children, I can understand”

“I also want to apologize, because the other day was angry with you. It was because of my ignorance. If I knew it was just one form of training, and it turned out to give a result” said Mr. Gilang while once again brandishing the Handoko trophy, “I certainly would not say excessive like yesterday. So, please forgive me” he said while thrusting his hand, inviting shaking hands.

The father who had been hesitating from earlier awkwardly received the handshake of Mr. Gilang. “Ah. Yes Sir, same same. I also apologize for the behavior of my son Ali”. Mother from earlier also observed the talk of Mr. Gilang. I don't understand what Mr. Gilang meant about Adzan training. What he understood was that his sense of regret had not disappeared. This man has demeaned his husband and son. I want to quickly get out of the hall.

“Naah, Alhamdulillah, Aira's father's business with Mama Disha is done. Now Ali's father's business is also in order with Handoko's father. Alhamdulillaah, what an event today is full of blessings” said Javin's father claimed the handshakes of his two brothers. Mr. Rangga then looked at Mr. Star while smiling amusedly. In the end, not everything should be explained with common sense.

Mom pulled Dad's hand and gestured to go home soon. Father also agreed. “Alright then, Javin's father, Aira's father, Handoko's father, please leave. It's noon. Soon Dhuhur” said Father.

“Nah, Ra, finally running is also a parent's business. I go home first. Tomorrow you go to school ‘kan” said Ali.

“Iya lah. ‘kan emang no holiday. I'm going home too. I don't wear this dress. Sultry! ”Sahut Aira's.

After accompanying Father and Mother shaking hands with all the parents, Ali followed Dad and Mom to the exit. Ustadzah Intan has welcomed the mother who wants to say goodbye.

“Maa.. Come on. we go home also” Aira said to Mama. Ms. Ratna and Ms. Kiky still seem to want to talk more. But Mama Aira is well aware that her only child has asked to go home, there is no bargain. “wha.. honey, already want to go home ya” respond Mama Aira. “Ki, this Aira has asked to go home, later if there is anything with Handoko call aja yes. It should be just the blisters. Olesin aja ointment that I love yesterday, Insyaallah quickly healed” continued to Mama Handoko.

“Sari, I'm first ya” Mama Aira told Mama Javin. Mama Javin took the time to play with Mama Aira while telling Javin to salim Mama Aira.

“Eh, this is a hotshot. Fine ya” Mama Aira said as Javin kissed her hand. And as Javin was about to pull his hand, Mama Aira held Javin's hand until it received the full attention of the boy. “Mom knew this all at first because of you. Already, don't argue. I know you from when you were a kid. Now everything is calm, the important thing is that you do not repeat it again. Or if not mom says to Mama you, let you be punished” threatened Mama Aira. Javin scared. The Aira and Javin families are very close. And only this time Javin's mischief was smelled by Mama Aira.

“Cock rush son. This is Aira has grown up. Om used to remember the last time we met you were a baby. Back when you were a baby you ‘kan often play with Javin and Handoko” said Handoko's father.

“Bin, your son is getting bigger and more beautiful huh. I think it could be this too if we become besan” continued Handoko's father to Aira's father. Whether it was joking or serious, no one knew for sure. Or rather, no one can guess the heart of Mr. Gilang. Handoko who heard the words of her father immediately threw a big smile towards Aira.

“Turn you Lang” Reply Mr. Star while looking towards the exit of the hall. Which way was the smart boy of a khamar boy who had made his sons willing to do unusual delinquency. And it was not suspected that the boy was staring at him with an aura of wanting to fight. It seemed like he heard Gilang's words earlier, indeed this person still could not control his voice, thought the Star sir.

But for a moment the tension on Ali's face melted when he realized accidentally was staring at Aira's father. With a polite smile maybe he said “Pamit Om..” The Star Sir only smiled widely while nodding. Watching the boy turn around and chase after his mother's father.

“Papa.. Come home” whine Aira again. This time it was more forceful. Before his father started thinking that he wasn't. Before she had to see Handoko's smile again.

“Iya son. Let's go home”