The Neglected Pearl
Part 132 The Mutual

“Regarding Mr. Riza's son, Nurul spoke to his brother last night, if during their one office, Riza always showed his strange attitude, my daughter felt scared.”

“Father was scared, with the report of the Father's daughter?”

“I want the best for our children, Sir.”

“Ya, I understand very well once.”

After waiting for a while, there was not the slightest comment from Mr. Handoko, Mang Ojo felt bad, tried to ask once again.

“Actually I am embarrassed to say it sir, but for now I already have an answer from my request at that time, so I have already understood it.”

Mang Ojo who was dissatisfied with the question he asked, finally they both returned home with a hollow decision.

Fatma, who saw her husband back, ran to him.

“Where Sir, what does he say?”

“She said nothing, Ma'am.”

“That is not saying anything, how is it?”

“The father did not explain anything about his son, when the Father asked about his son he only replied, I am ashamed to tell him Sir, that is the only answer.”

Fatma did not understand her husband's answer, but she tried to understand him.

Riza who heard the news of the rejection from her Papa, she looked calm and mediocre, there was not the slightest implied on her face, if she was angry. As if nothing had happened, Riza returned to work, becoming Nurul's personal secretary.

A month has passed, the incident is no longer remembered and remembered well by Nurul and Riza, they continue to work as usual.

That morning before Dika Mang Ojo's son was about to go to his painting room, suddenly he was surprised, if the showroom had been broken by thieves, dozens of paintings worth hundreds of millions were lost, taken away.

Just sitting there in his gallery, not feeling Dika shedding tears, he was crying not because all his paintings were gone, but Dika was crying, she was crying, thinking about the fate of the orphanage child who expects an outpouring of funds from him.

Must have been Alhuda, Zaki and others continue to help, either in the form of money or energy, but Dika did not want to be too hopeful for them all.

For Dika, for one painting sold, he can feed the children of the home, but, if there is no painting that must be sold, of course Dika was very worried.

His sadness was mounting, when Dika saw the little children running in front of the Panti, they were cute children who did not understand the difficulties of life, because what they had in mind at that time was just eating and playing.

Without saying a word, Dika went straight to Mang Ojo's house, Dika reported the incident to his Father.

“Many of your paintings are missing Dik?”

“Many Sir,” replied Dika in a soft voice.

“How much is it?”

“Tens also.”

“Wow,” said Mang Ojo while taking a deep breath.

“When did it happen nak?”

“Maybe early last morning sir, you see, that night until two o'clock I was still painting, finished painting I closed the door and locked it, but I did not see anything suspicious around the gallery.”

“Did you report to the police?”

“Not Sir!”

“Report as soon as possible, let the police trace.”

“Good sir,” replied Dika hurry to get out of the house.

When he was about to get out, Dika passed Zaki who was about to go to work.

“Hei, Dika? Tumben this early in the morning you came here. How's your daughter healthy, right?”

“Alhamdulillah, healthy Bang,” replied Dika while smiling gently.

“What's up?” ask Zaki to know.

“My painting in people steal Bang.”

“Attributed?”

“Iya, Bang.”

“It looks like early morning earlier today.”

“Many Dik?”

“Lumayan, main tens also.”

“Yes Allah, have great pity with the children of the orphanage.”

“That's what I'm thinking right now Bang, I'm confused, have to ask who.” for help

“Let's relax, later tonight we gather here, later we will discuss the problem together.”

“Good, Bang, but this morning I want to report this incident to the police first.”

“Ooo, please!”

Defi who heard vaguely the conversation between Zaki and Dika, tried to confirm it.

“What's Bang?”

“When he turned upside down, dozens of his paintings were stolen.”

“Yes Allah, when is Bang?”

“Says around early this morning.”

“Who did it huh?”

“Neither dear, but Dika has already reported the incident to the police really, let the law will solve it.”

“Yes, hopefully everyone is running around, pity the orphanage children, they need a lot of costs.”

After reporting the robbery case to the police, the next night the entire Mang Ojo family held a family meeting, discussing financial issues involving the needs of so many orphanage children.

Around eight o'clock at night all the family members had sat down one table with Mang Ojo, Zakia and Leni were busy in the kitchen making snacks for them to eat that night, ema was also present who helped with activities in the kitchen.

“So how do we solve this problem baby? No way, if all these problems we leave to Dika, while the cost for the children of this home is not a little,” said Mang Ojo at that time.

After Mang Ojo solved the problem of the cost of orphanage children in family meetings, they finally agreed they would bear the overall cost of the orphanage together.

Meanwhile, to connect the needs of the children of the home, Dika again scratched his brush on the white canvas, but after the two paintings were completed, no one would want to buy it, he said, panic ensued after five months had passed.

Both Alhuda and the others have run out of their savings, for that Dika is forced to find donors in order to help the finances of the orphanage children.

At that time the Director where Nurul worked was willing to bear all the costs of the children's home, but with one note, so that Nurul was willing to marry his son.

Nurul cries hysterically, as they still expect Nurul to be betrothed to her son. Mang Ojo insisted on refusing it, so that the help of Pak Handoko was canceled.

“They asked Nurul to be willing to marry her son Pak.”

“No, I don't agree, you know Dika, the man is a psychopath! I don't want Nurul to be a victim of his violence.”

“Father knows where he's psychopathic, sir!”

“That's Nurul nak's word! please seek help elsewhere first, who knows is still out there willing to extend his help to the children of the orphanage.”

“Good Sir, I'll try.”

Not only did Dika try to move to and fro all the companies but Zaki, Alhuda and Niko also moved to ask for help.

But as a result it remained inadequate, that afternoon, Mang Ojo went to the orphanage to check on the state of the children there, everything seemed to change from the usual.

“True sir, this parlor will be closed?” ask one of its inhabitants.

“No! Who said that this parlor will be closed.”

“Not, Mr. Dika has run out of funds to finance them all.”

“Pak Dika still have funds, you do not have to worry.”

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