Sultan's son belongs to the CEO
9. Disqualify?
This morning Fajri will take part in a competition to create works that will be held at 09.00 later. Fajri, who was accompanied by Fajira, Uwak and his wife, helped the genius little man to bring a solar-powered washing machine and ginset machine that will be included in the race this time.
Many participants came with their own work. Advanced technology works also participate in this event. So that makes the initially confident Fajri become nervous and shrivel because seeing the work they present is very very interesting and classy.
"Mother Aji deg-degan" he said cutely while holding his chest.
"hehehe, here Mother hug first dear" Fajira chuckled and carried her child.
He realized that Fajri was currently feeling pessimistic because the work he had was only a solar-powered washing machine. If compared with the work of others who more often follow a race like this then his work only looks mediocre. Especially in the prize with a large enough Nominal, will be sure everyone will make the best to become a champion.
"Tumben groggy baby, usually you're always confident" Fajira rubbed the sweat out of his son's forehead.
"not knowing Mother. Pray that Aji can win Mother"
"yes dear, Mother always prays the best for this Mother's child. Don't expect too much to win, son, the important thing is that Aji can learn a lot from here, that's the most important thing. If you win later consider it a bonus from God dear"
"iya mother"
Fajri hugged his mother and hid his handsome face in the neck niche belonging to Fajira just inhaling the scent of the body of the Mother that can make her calmer.
"check.. To all participants in the race is expected to immediately docked to the hall because soon the race will be started, thank you" said the race MC this time.
"yuk son, we're going there. Aji is number 5, baby"
"iya mother"
They immediately approached and took a position to be closer from the stage that will be the place of presentation of the work of the contestants later. Fajira's eyes puffed up when he saw one of the sponsors listed on the event banner.
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Corp aerospace? Is he here? god, don't meet us here. I don't want my son taken by him. Bathin Fajira hugging Fajri tightly.
"daddy tight" said Fajri.
"uh sorry dear"
"Good morning, my greetings to all of us, welcome to the National competition...." MC opened the event and talked a little about the race that will be held including the sponsors who have funded this event.
"we call the participants with sequence number 1 to present the results of his work.to the sequence number 1 in the field. And get ready for sequence number 2"
They display the work that has been made well so that it is interesting to develop and has the opportunity to become a winner. This made Fajri even more pessimistic about what he will show today"
"Our mother just go home yuk" he said while looking down.
"why darling?"
"Aji is afraid he won't be able to explain it later, Aji's only temporary washing machine..."
"honey, it's important that Aji perform first, son. Think of Aji's washing machine as the best of them. And the most important thing, with Aji standing there, on that stage, has made Mommy very proud" said Fajira cheering.
"what if you don't win?"
"not what dong. The important thing is that Aji can learn from here, baby. Later if you do not win, Mother who will love Aji the prize" Aji just speechless listening to Ayu's words.
"how? or Aji can buy the book that Aji wants the most"
"right Mother?"
"yes sweetheart"
"well, Aji wants to perform, huh after it's our turn. Later Mother do not go far"
"yes sweetheart"
"to number 5 please" call the MC on stage.
"Aji it's your turn to son" Uwak said and helped Aji to lift the items they had brought.
"iya mother"
Slowly Aji climbed the big stage with confidence and a little hue on his face because it was stared at by many people. The little man used the suit of Jas to add to the impression of the authority of a 2-year-old. Everyone was shocked to see a little boy walking forward and standing near the two machines he built.
Help Aji god. bathin Fajri.
"good afternoon everyone. I am Fajrianda Hanindyo, I am only two years and 11 months old. This time I will explain the work I have made myself, namely a solar-powered washing machine. This machine I made from used electronic items that are not used anymore. Some of the material I get from electronic collectors and other damaged goods belonging to residents. And the rest of the items that I did not buy in the market, and some other items I made myself" said Aji loudly and boldly.
"wait" Judge 1 said and surprised Aji.
"which committee please come here for a moment" he continued.
"yes sir, I'm the head of the committee"
"this is what there is no age limit.how can a two-year-old child come and make this kind of technology. Please re-read the registration terms"
"sorry before sir, indeed we do not limit the minimum age of participants, we only limit the maximum age of participants Pak. And this brother signed up on the last day. Indeed, we were surprised by his age, but we considered it unlikely that the conditions we had set at the beginning would suddenly change at the end of registration. We think this sister has the right also to take part in this race sir"
"but this, try the rest of you to think, is there a two-year-old child can make a washing machine from used goods? and what was using solar power? You know that solar power development is quite difficult to learn, while this is a two-year-old child! What would the solar power producers be like this" he said with Sarkas and downgraded Fajri's capabilities.
"where are your parents, son?" juror 1 said to Fajri who was already scared.
"i am the mother, sir. Sorry for earlier. If you think about it with human reason it is impossible my son can make a machine like this sophisticated from used goods. But I can confirm and give evidence to the audience here if the machine is the result of my own son's hand. If this is not the work of my son, there is no way we support Fajri to participate in this race"
"i don't believe it" he argued with sarcasm.
"we can prove it sir, if our son is able to make the goods emblazoned in front at this time" said Uwak who joined the talk.
"we cannot accept him as a participant. It could be your hand and say this is the work of this little boy" kekeh juror 1 it.
"please give the committee a policy on this" he continued.
"We have given a policy for this Pak and Fajri is one of the legitimate participants and eligible to participate in this race" said the committee chairman politely but firmly.
"we can prove if the items he is describing are his own work, and the items we have provided from home. Because we had expected this to happen ", Fajira said loudly.
The jury whispered to each other to make a decision for Fajri. They argue with each other until they get an agreement that Fajri is disqualified.
"let's see, we the judges have already considered if the participants are number 5..."
"wait sir" Fajira quickly.
"excuse me in advance, I think before the honorable jurors make their decision. You better see the evidence from us. Or at least let my child introduce what he has made. If this is the same way you kill my child mentally" said Fajira firmly but still polite.
The jurors were surprised by what Fajira said so they returned to talk about the young mother's request.
"are you sure? We could have sued you for this fraud"
"we can sue you too if it proves that this machine is the result of our son's hands?" challenge Fajira.
Everyone was silent there until Fajri, who had been crying in Fajira's arms, spoke.
"Mother, there will be no one who believes in what Aji can do. We just go home, yes, wait Aji big first we come to the race again" he said restrained.
"Aji's ahead baby, at least Aji has a chance to perform here. Because this is the work of this handsome child Mother" their speech was involuntarily heard throughout the room.
"we as the committee decided if Fajri can still appear on condition that he must prove if the washing machine is the result of his own hands" said the committee chairman loudly.
"wait...."
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TO BE CONTINUE