THE HEIR
A DECISION
Layla looked at her student. Since the trustee of the foundation spoke about him following back the race made the girl a lot of silence and daydreaming.
"Don't be a burden dear" said the beautiful teacher.
"But Ma'am, Ustadzah Naslimah was right. This is for the good of the name of the pesantren," said Adiba weak.
"Son, that's not how to build a good name pesantren. You become a good learner that has kept the good name of the pesantren!" lang Layla's.
"Now is your comfort, son, I never want to force you to come back to the race. But if you feel like coming back. I also do not forbid, as much as possible mother will guide you," he continued.
Adiba, who is only thirteen years old, certainly cannot make a decision. Adiba was so excited at the beginning, he had already put it all together. Then his burning spirit was suddenly extinguished just like that. The girl was about to open her mouth but one long sentence of Satrio flashed across her head.
"You've entered into the family of a businessman. There will be many who highlight you and you become a horse for business people who want to take advantage of because they send a lot of SMS!"
"Mas Satrio has reminded Diba if participation will be a lot of polemic. Did Diba win because quality is not driven by SMS?" the girl's a monologue.
"Most certainly many are envious and remember if the family will be fully supportive," he continued.
"Ah, right said Mas Satrio. Diba doesn't have to participate. The worship should be hidden and not many people know" he continued.
The girl had also made her choice. He also reprogrammed what he should do. The opening of MilkTime Out Babies will be held soon. The building and decoration are finished. The playground is also set up in such a way. Adiba has followed the safety standards of children who will play later.
The bell rang home, the girl was just a first-class tsanawiyah. Many friends asked why he failed to get into the race.
"He didn't win" the girl replied casually.
"Diba!" the trustee of the foundation again called the girl the responsibility.
"Sorry Mrs Ustadzah, I still refused to take part in the race!" adiba replied firmly.
'Nak ... go in first yuk, we're talking four eyes," the guardian said.
Layla has not dropped out of the other classes. The teacher taught Arabic in the third grade.
"Sorry Mom. I have to go home, my sister is already waiting in front!" adiba refused to talk.
Indeed Ajis is already fifth grade or fifth grade SD. While Alim first class, second class Ahmad and third class Amran have returned home and are already at the home of Terra. Juno and Ricky wait for Ajis and Adiba.
"Mom can get you out of school and give you a bad review!" mencam Naslimah's.
"Mom forced me?!" ask Adiba.
"Mother is not coercive, but it's for the good of the name of the boarding school that depends on you, son. Imagine if our names were always mentioned. There will be many guardians out there in droves to register their children here!" obviously the woman was pushy.
"Shall I raise the name of the pesantren?" ask Adiba flat.
"There is Kak Nuril who is also struggling to enter the world ranking MTQ International, Ada Kak Amin who is also in the debate of Arabic at the world level. They're much more uplifting the name of the pesantren than Diba who only goes to television!" tell that girl responsibility.
Juno who was waiting for his nona to come out looked frowned confused. All the children have come out but there is Adiba who has not come out of it. The man chose to go inside and look for his nona existence.
"Miss!" call him.
"Om" said Adiba.
"What's the matter why you've been out for so long?" ask the man.
"Sorry Father who?" ask Naslimah.
"I'm Juno. I'm one of the guardians of Adiba Ma'am," I'm the man.
Juno is a trained man. He can read the situation quickly. He saw his young lady as desperate to face a woman who had a position in the boarding school where the responsible girl studied.
"What if we go in and talk, sir," said the foundation's deputy.
"But Mr. .. This is for our common good. The father will boast of the father by going on television!" said the woman was still negotiating.
Layla just came out with the third grade tsanawiyah kids. In the building there are three public schools from SD to High School level. Since the death of the chairman of the foundation. The pesantren are headed by one of the relatives of the foundation owners. They are waiting for direct descendants of the foundation who are still studying in Medina, Saudi Arabia.
"Adiba, why are you still here?" ask Layla.
"Mom, earlier Bu Ustadzah Naslimah threatened I would be expelled from school if I refused to participate in the race," Adiba said.
"What?" juno and Layla asked at the same time.
"I'm not threatening Adiba!" elak Ustadzah Naslimah's. "I only stress if the opportunity doesn't come twice!"
Juno caught a lie on the woman. The man won't take a headache. He took Adiba and brought him home. Layla looked at the vice chairman of the pesantren foundation with a probing look.
"I didn't do that!" press Ustadzah Naslimah.
"But I'm the power holder here. Of course I can do what is best to raise the name of the pesantren!' he continued not to be blamed.
"Sorry Mom. But with such actions, Ustadzah even makes children so depressed and unable to express themselves" said Layla half disappointed.
"If you don't like it. You can teach at another Lyla Ustadzah school!" sahut Ustadzah Naslimah brave.
Layla shakes in disbelief. He just got a very authoritarian figure here. After the great teacher of the pesantren, many changes were taken unilaterally by the woman. All educators have protested a lot and have complained to the heirs.
"Mother has no authority to remove anyone from the pesantren, Ustadzah Naslimah!" layla reminded the woman.
While in the car, Ajis looked at his dreamy older brother. The pressure from the vice head of the foundation made him a silent figure since then.
"Sister," call that ten-year-old boy.
"Be quiet first Jis!" sahut Adiba snapped a little.
''Adiba!" Juno's Perspiration.
Adiba closed his eyes. He immediately regretted yelling at his sister who knew nothing. Ajis was immediately sad, all this time his sister never snapped him even though it was too late.
"Ajis wrong with Brother?" the boy's great-grandson.
"No Dik. Sorry yes, sister was wrong," Adiba immediately hugged Ajis.
"Sister, if Ajis says it wrong. Ajis will correct Ajis' attitude. Ajis won't bother you anymore" said the boy in a raucous voice.
"No .. Don't do that. Brother still wants to be bullied, don't stay away brother!' pinta Adiba hugged her sister tightly.
The responsible girl certainly knew how when Ajis was born. Three years different from that boy. Apak and Amak wanted a boy after two daughters' births. Ajis is present as the successor of the family name.
"Assalamualaikum hotshot Apak!' sahut Sabeni when Ajis was born into the world.
Adiba still remembers the happiness that emanated from the look on the faces of his parents. He was also happy to have a brother. Adiba remembered the word.
"It does not distinguish you. But the presence of Ajis your sister will be a protector and guardian if Apak is not there later," explained the man.
Adiba tightens his arms. He still remembered the advice of his father when facing his death. The man asked Azizah to take care of all her sisters, not to yell at him. If you make a mistake, you must be guided to the right.
"I'm sorry Adiba Apak" the girl said in her heart.
Seriate.
Ah ... because of pressed Adiba until his sister snapped! 😔
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