Super Glasses System
Chapter 27: The Nursing Home.

Ken went into the nursing home.

"Bismilahbornohmanirohim." Ken felt tense as if he were meeting a future father-in-law.

A middle-aged man approached Ken. 

"Assalamualaik." Ken gave his regards.

"Getishalight." The middle-aged man replied. "—ada can I help you?" Ask.

"Emm. I'd like to give this to the parlour sir." Ken handed him one cardboard box, and two large bags of crackers filled with cooking ingredients, snacks, fruits, vegetables, seasonings and others.

"Thank you very much." The man received everything that Ken handed over. "—maaf mas, until he forgot to get acquainted. I'm Sharif, who's my father?" Sharif reached out with a hand to ask Ken to shake his hand.

"Oh.I'm Ken Shankara sir. Nice to meet Mr. Sharif." Ken welcomes the hand of Sharif.

Suddenly an elderly man came near Ken and Sharif.

"Who's Rif?" The white-haired old man asked Sharif. His eyes glanced sharply at Ken.

"His name is Ken Nek, he gave us all this. He's a good man." Syarif slightly raised his voice while talking to the elder.

'Oh. So that's how to talk to the grandmothers.' Inner Ken, finally he knows the intonation and how to speak well and correctly in seniors.

The manula was still watching Ken, looking at him from the end of the shoe to the end of Ken's crest. After that he left.

Ken was confused, feeling misbehaved, he had just done well but why did the elderly reaction seem to dislike him??

Ken frowned, he did not understand the situation this time.

"I'm sorry Ken. Do not be surprised, please understand that seniors are so, very sensitive. I hope that Ken's not hurt by the attitude of the residents of the parlor here." 

Syarif's explanation was a little relieved Ken's feelings, because he was afraid that his gift would be considered offensive to the residents of the orphanage.

"Oh. Yes sir is okay. Emm.. May I meet the residents of the parlour, sir?" Ask Ken.

"Maybe mas, but please do not hurt and kapok ya mas. Manula is indeed another level mas Ken, hehe.." 

Ken knows what Sharif means.

"Let's go in the mas." Syarif invites Ken into the inside of the nursing home.

Ken walked in, through the hallway, many nursing home residents were sitting there. All eyes were on Ken.

THE GLUP!

Ken gulped his saliva, he was a little groggy, a sharp eye, without a smile and frown twitching on their faces which further made their faces look scary to Ken, this made his confidence shrink.

"Well, everyone, let me introduce you to a nice guest who gave me a favor named Ken Shankara's son." Syarif in a loud voice introduced Ken to the nursing home residents.

"Who's Rif? Sanken?" Ask a grandmother.

"Not Grandma, Ken! His full name is Ken Shankara." Sharif spoke again loudly so that the grandmother could hear.

"It's like a coconut milk brand." Cute to another grandmother.

'Really not really? Kill me, how can I mix with them?' Ken is implying, he's not sure he can complete the mission this time.

"Eh..why don't you introduce yourself? Why should Sharif introduce?" Ask a grandfather.

Syarif asks Ken to introduce himself in front of the residents of the orphanage.

"Good afternoon everyone, I'm Ken Shankara. It's nice to meet grandma and grandpa all." Ken with a loud voice and the spirit of 45 like soldiers introduced themselves.

THE GLUP!

Ken again gulped his saliva, right said old Sharif is indeed another level.

Ken smiled stiffly, though,

"Please Ken if you want to get to know more about the residents of the orphanage." Sharif allowed Ken to get closer to the residents of the orphanage.

Ken walked over to a grandfather.

"Good afternoon cake." Sapa Ken's.

Grandfather who was sitting on the chair directly entered his room. It failed! First refusal!

Ken approached another grandfather but the same attitude he accepted. Second refusal! But Ken is not discouraged he is even more curious and feels challenged to conquer the heart of the elderly.

This time Ken approached a grandmother who had called her name similar to the coconut milk brand.

"Neck day." Sapa Ken's.

"Sore mas.... uh. who was that name?" Ask the grandmother.

"Ken." Answer Ken.

"Well, that's easy, Syarif said the name is difficult." The grandmother invited Ken to sit on the front porch of her room.

Ken only responded with a stiff smile and complied sitting on a long bench.

"Mas.. Could you please massage my shoulder? I've been feeling sore lately, probably because I'm getting older, huh?" The grandmother pointed at his shoulder.

"Excuse me, Grandma, I started the massage. If it's too hard or it hurts, please say yes. So old is the gift of Nek, there are many people who can not feel old because it has been called by the creator." Ken began to slowly massage the grandmother's shoulders and began a pleasantry conversation.

"Hehe.. That's right, Ken. My name is Susinawati mas Ken." The grandmother introduced herself, and she began to like Ken. Ken finally succeeded this time.

"Greetings to Susinawati's mother." Ken felt happy that there was finally a senior who received his good intentions.

"Call Susi let it be short."

"Good grandma. How long has Grandma been here?" 

"Just two years." Slowly but surely the conversation went well between Ken and Susi.

Hologram.

...[⅔ mission completed, find one more target to complete the mission.]...

'Two thirds? Hmm. to give and hear confessions from Susi's grandmother means. Duh..who is this that is roughly approachable?' Ken circulates the view looking for the next target.

'His face is all jutek, fear ah!' Ken almost gave up.

Adzan maghrib.

Ken is preparing to join the congregational prayer in the hall of the nursing home.

Ken saw many residents of the orphanage who were preparing to participate in congregational prayers. Although many of them will pray by sitting and there are also those who sit in wheelchairs but their passion for congregational prayer makes Ken feel ashamed of himself who is sometimes lazy to go to mosque for prayer. This made him feel mixed feelings, there was a feeling of gratitude for the healthy body he still felt. There is shame and a lot of sin, and there is also a sense of sadness and longing for his late mother, not feeling her tears fall.

Ken hurriedly wiped his tears and went ablution.

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