The Honorary Owner
Bonchap 4-2

"We'd better talk about this somewhere else, ma'am." Ustadz Arsy mediates debate among his courtiers. "A lot of kids are here" he added.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim .. forgive me, Mr. Ustadz."

"I'll just go home, Mr. Ustadz." Mama Sofyan left.

"Bu Icha ... we can talk about everything well inside," Ustadz Arsy said.

"No need, sir. This conversation will not end. He will defend the boy and I will continue to defend my son!" the woman answered while riding on the motorbike. "The new guy is a bully!" his mouthpiece then pulled the gas and left the courtyard of the mosque.

One by one the people who were there said goodbye. The situation eased, leaving Ruby, Almeer, Ustadz Arsy and some children who are still playing.

"I'm sorry for making such a mess here, sir," Ruby said to Ustadz Arsy.

"I understand, Mom. Actually, I have often reprimanded some people looking at Al differently than others, but yes it is still like this, Mom."

Ruby just smiled, then she looked at Al who looked sad and frightened. "Al, where's the bag? Take it first, gih."

"Yes, Ma." Almeer ran to get his bag.

"Did he often experience something like this Ustadz?" ask Ruby.

"I've heard several times when there are children who are jealous of Al, they must be related to the nasabnya. He never returned it. Just this once I saw Al replying to them, which he said at a glance because Sofyan was mocking his parents."

"Astaghfirullah, Al .. Why should I keep it to myself?" ruby murmured furiously by looking at Almeer who ran up to him.

"Already, Ma!" cetus Almeer's.

"Pamit and apologize to Mr. Ustadz first, dear." Ruby ordered, "Al'll have made Mr. Ustadz worried earlier."

Almeer nodded and grabbed Ustadz Arsy's right hand then kissed the middle-aged man's back. "Sorry Al yes, Ustadz."

"Yes, Al. Ustadz also apologized, yes!"

Almeer nodded again with a smile. "Al return home, Assalamu'alaikum."

"We'll excuse Ustadz, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam warrahmatullahi wabbarakatuh."

Ruby took Almeer out of the mosque courtyard. Right in front of the gate, Al stopped his steps. He stared at his dirty coke shirt, his twinkle showing a doubt.

"Al, why?" ask Ruby.

"Papa's still in the studio is he home, Ma?" ask Almeer.

Seeing the unrest of her son, Ruby invites Almeer to go to the small garden in front of the mosque. Lonely, there was no one there. They sat on one of the iron benches while enjoying the calmness of the twilight.

"Is there anything Al wants to tell Mama?"

Almeer averted his gaze and avoided his mother's gaze.

"Mama won't mean Al to make up stories, but Mama just wants to say that hurting others isn't the best way to solve our problems."

"But Sofyan is ugly Papa, Ma. He said Papa was full of sins and Al was born of sin. Al does not want Papa digituin. Papa Al is good, Papa Al is diligent in praying, Papa Al loves Allah." The sentence of the little boy closed with a roaring cry.

Ruby took Almeer to her lap and clenched her with small pats on her son's back. He allowed Almeer to cry, letting go of the grief he had kept himself.

"Al was diligent in praying, diligent in salah, diligent in almsgiving let in the love of Allah. Al doesn't want to be a dirty, sinful child. Al wants to be a child sholeh so as not to be ridiculed temen," said Almeer among his sobs.

"Yes, Honey .. yes."

Ruby still gave Almeer a chance to finish her crying.

Ten minutes of sobbing Almeer began to subside. Although his breath was still as unwilling, but a warm clear circle had not come out of those beautiful eyes anymore.

"Mom want to ask, Al want to answer everything?" ask Ruby. He sat his son back on the bench and looked at his son.

Almeer.

"So who was playing at Almeer's school?" ask Ruby.

"Izan, Memey, Zidan, Ilham, Iyas, Sofia ...." He thought for a moment to remember the names of the friends he played with.

"Much?" ask Ruby again.

Almeer.

"So, what did you learn in school? Is anyone judged?"

"Today counting, coloring. Coloring I got five stars, Ma. My friends are only four." Almeer looks proud.

"Well! Thank God, good dong."

Almeer nodded happily. "You've been taught Mama!"

"Sama Aryo, Kenzi, Danu and Sofyan" replied Almeer.

"When what was the salary? Almeer's memorization is smooth, isn't it?"

"Current dong, Ma. Five more verses!"

"Well, pinter dooong!" sahut Ruby's.

"Good thanks, Ma."

"So, today's what upset Al Sofyan?" ask Ruby.

Almeer nodded, his face back irritated.

"Who played with Al more? Yang muji Al is also more. That means Al's a smart kid and has a lot of friends, dong."

Almeer.

"Who likes to say that Al is a child born of the sins of how many people?" ask Ruby.

"Three!" Al showed me three fingers.

"How many "Al-Temen? If Al's finger is counting, isn't it?"

Almeer tried to remember the names of his friends by counting using his fingers. "Not enough, Ma."

"Alhamdulillah .. so who likes Al more than he who does not like Al."

"But they make Al sad, Ma. They are evil, they are different because they are born of sin."

"Al horrified Mama was fine, Yes." Ruby sat down squatting in front of Al and clasped the small hand tightly. "Prophet Muhammad, the noblest man by Allah alone, disliked many. Especially as ordinary people, honey?"

Almeer looks sorry.

"Al need not worry. All babies are born holy. Including Almeer." Ruby tried to convince. "Papa and Mama Nara did make mistakes, not that Al bore his sins. Even if everyone says Al was born of error, Al was born of sin. Just remember the words of this mother. Chicken eggs come out of the dirty place, but Al knows how delicious chicken eggs are and how much nutrient content is in them?"

Almeer. "Eggs are good when it's cooked, seasoned, sweetened with soy sauce too, Ma."

Ruby smiled, pinching her son's gaunt cheek. "Al can also be like an egg. So humans are useful to everyone, huh? Studying diligently, keep trying, so that Al grows up to be a great person, polite, loving to everyone."

"Aamiin O Allah ... Aamiin's." The little boy rubbed his face with both of his palms. "But, Ma. Sofyan's mother is already evil with Papa and Mama Nara. It's okay if Al's mad at him for being so ugly, Al?"

"If you say that like a friend, Al. You can scold him. But if the one who says like that is older than Al, rebuke well, with courtesy. If you can't, you can tell Papa or Mama. We'll talk to him."

"But he's been disrespectful to Papa and Mama Nara. Why be polite to him!"

"Well, whatever anyone else is. Moreover, he is much more mature Al must remain respectful. Cause what? He believed in Allah before Al was born."

"But their talk always hurt Al, Ma. If it gets to Papa, Papa will be sad too."

"Al must grow up to be a strong man, yes! The older Al gets, the more injuries he gets. Be angry or hateful as much as you can about it, never stop doing good and never stop being grateful."

Almeer nodded firmly.

"In this world, it's not just us who are given wounds. If only God had opened our ears and could have heard the heart of everyone. We will be thankful for the problems God has given us. Because out there, a lot of people are getting a bigger ordeal than us, honey."

"Al fear! Not to be horrified. Al is not. What if Al knew and Al couldn't help? Kasian, Ma."

Ruby smiled with anxiety. Children this small already have a high sense of empathy for others. "Because of that .. we should be grateful for whatever we get yes, dear. Al has to grow up to be a useful person for anyone. Give your best to yourself Al. Al is great and Al sholeh."

"Thank you, Mama!" Almeer slid into Ruby's arms. "Al's happy to have a mom. Al love Mama Ruby."

"Never feel alone, dear. There's Mama here."

Almeer let go of his embrace and nodded. The sadness on his face was no longer visible. Seeing that, Ruby immediately invited her son to come home.

"If Papa knows how Al fought, Ma?" al asked as he was about to enter the gate of his house."Al was afraid of getting scolded."

"Quiet .. There's Mama."

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