Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 154

"Salma?" call Alfin to his eldest daughter. He passed the teenager home from the mosque and Salma was sweeping the dormitory in the morning.

"Yes, Dad!" The teenager looked.

"Here, Son!" Alfin waved and patted the gazebo beside him.

Salma ran without putting down a broom, sitting next to her father waiting for what to discuss. Alfin looked at that face fixedly, the snot and grubby boy he found in the trash can was now a teenager. Beautiful and has incredible talent.

"Why, Dad?" salma asked confusedly as Alfin just looked at her without saying anything.

The man rubbed Salma's head, stroking her cheek gently.

"You're so big now. I'm a teenager, maybe in three or four years there'll be a young man asking for you." Alfin smiled, a stipulation when having a girl.

Salma was silent, brazing a look at the figure of the good man who had treated her sincerely. In the light of their first meeting at that time.

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A small figure was scavenging for a pile of trash when Alfin and his gang passed through the streets of the city. Shabby and torn clothes, black and dirty skin, whether male or female, the figure is not clear. Two other children in the same condition.

Alfin decided to stop and let all the herds leave him. He was sorry to see the three children who did not hesitate to trample the garbage pile. The metal-clad men peeked, large sacks draped over their frail shoulders. In the right hand held a wooden stick that they used to scrape out the trash.

"Udah this much. Later if the full weight of the car," said one of them to two friends.

The three of them walked away from the trash. Continuing to walk hand in hand made Alfin curious.

"Oh my God, they should have enjoyed childhood. School and play, not in a kayak gini place," Alfin murmured as his third back drifted further away.

He followed their small footprints to a shelter, then after selling their search results, the three children came back out with their faces. Money is not how much in their hands the cause.

"Where are their parents? Why would you want to make money in a dirty place?" Alfin again muttered, continuing his steps following them.

The three bought a pack of rice without side dishes, just fried tempeh and went under the bridge. On top of a stretched brush, they sat down and enjoyed lunch without washing their hands.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim!" Alfin felt sinful because around him there were still difficult people like them. He nodded after coming home from there. At that time Alfin had just pioneered his mathematical business and had not been as big as it is today.

"Suf, please build a dormitory on the land I bought."

"Make what, Boss?" joseph asked confused. Alfin's request was too sudden and their matrial shop had not been as crowded as it was now.

"I want to make a place to live for the children on the street," Alfin replied, recalling the three children he saw, "wake up the mosque there. I was tired in the streets," continued Alfin increasingly confused Yusuf.

"But, Boss. A month or so we have not issued the goods, no one came to buy here. There is no income, continue if the goods are made to build the same mosque dormitory, then there will be all exhausted. Don't be lucky, the capital is gone."

Sad, that's how Alfin's beginnings pioneered his business.

"It's okay, Suf. If God wills this effort, God wills, God will bring buyers." Alfie reassured them.

For several months, Alfin's employees built a mosque as well as a dormitory. With items found in the matrial store. Alfin watched the children. The building was almost finished when all the items in the store were almost gone.

Alfin stood looking at the store that barely contained.

"O Allah, all these things come from You and will come back to You. I'm sure You're All-Powerful, won't let His servant get stuck." Alfin gulped.

He bent over to lift a sack of cement when a customer came to buy a matrial item. Either called what, but from that little item Alfin can turn his money back, even the dormitory and mosque are completed.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Brothers!" alfin's greeting made the three children rise quickly.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!"

"Well eat?"

They shake their heads. Alfin cried inwardly seeing their condition. He smiled at her lips, giving her the package.

"Remove, don't forget to wash your hands first." Alfin sat before them, watching the three eat voraciously.

"Where are your parents?"

They shook their heads back. Whether forgotten or not to know, surely the three do not answer where.

"You want to come with Brother? Stay the same brother, not here. You can go to school, have clean clothes, play" Alfin said with a smile.

"You, Brother!" The faces of the sumringah formed a smile on the young man's lips. That very night, Alfin took them to the dormitory. Bathed the children, from which he knew that one of them was a girl.

"Wait on! Later, yeah!" sergeant Alfin as Salma took off all his clothes. He approached, and put the clothes back on his body.

Alfin asked the wife of Ustadz Hasan for help in bathing Salma.

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"Salma still remembers that night when she wore Salma's clothes again, Salma thought she didn't want to take care of the girls" Salma said, folding her lips.

Alfin smiled, releasing a hand from the Eldest's head.

"Dad didn't know that time if you were a girl. So, I ask for help umi (wives ustad Hasan) to bathe you. How did you feel when you first lived here with Dad?" alfin asked with the same smile.

The teenager's lips were pulled upwards forming a smile.

"Salma happy, happy. No need to bother with garbage to buy food, here also Salma can continue school again. Salma doesn't know if Salma can repay Dad's kindness?" The teenage girl suddenly nodded, looking down while rubbing her eyes.

Alfin turned away, folding both lips holding back the crying that burst out to the surface. Then, pull Salma's body into an embrace. Kissing her like a child.

"You can repay him, dear, and you must indeed repay him so that Father's struggle is not in vain." Alfin took off a hug. Look at them for a long time.

"How do you do it, Dad?" ask Salma.

Alfin again rubbed his head, smiling reassuring Salma as well as his heart.

"Pursue your ideals, be what you want. Expand your wings as wide as possible, flap them firmly. Fly freely in the sky, but if you're tired of swooping in and coming back. I will open both hands wide to welcome you" Alfin said earnestly.

Salma digested the father's sentence, guessing the point, but she just kept quiet.

"Do you want to go to school in Jakarta? Join aunt Biya? There you can develop talent" asked Alfin with a heavy heart.

Salma was silent, on the other hand she really wanted to leave, but part of her heart did not want to leave Alfin. He wanted to accompany his father until he grew old.

"Keep what? Salma did not want to leave Dad. Salma wants to be with me." Salma poured into Alfin's arms, crying not to part with her father.

Oh God!