The Neglected Pearl
Part 2 Help from the office's daughter

“You've washed your hands?” asked Mang Ojo in a soft voice.

“Udah, Mang!” answer Them simultaneously.

“Well now you can all eat, but don't forget what?”

“Read do’a!”

“Good, well please eat, that's just our rice today, you can't complain, must be patient."

“Good Sir!” replied Alhuda, Mang Ojo's eldest son.

Then Mang Ojo sat among them, then handed out a plate of rice complete with vegetables and a cup of water. One of them immediately led do’a, and the other raised their hands.

It's not enough they have to feel enough, no word added. Because that's the only rice that Mang Ojo cooked, the leftover rice that was thrown away by the residents of the housing and was collected by Mang Ojo's wife. The rice was washed and then cooked again.

Although life is difficult and lacking, but Mang Ojo never forgets the creator, God who is generous and a provisioner, he always prostrates at all times. So did his teaching to his five children.

“Although our lives are difficult, but we must not give up, keep trying and berTO’a, the rest, we leave it to God who is the giver rezki.”

“Iya, sir," replied the five children of Mang Ojo in a soft voice.

They love each other. Mang Ojo “ said If we are spiritually fed healthy, of course our bodies will grow strong,” that is why Mang Ojo always instills faith values in the person of his children.

“If you must be a beggar, be a beggar of faith and if you are an official be an honest official, do not oppress the helpless, because the prayers of the persecuted are quick in Allah's word .

The words are always embedded in the heart of the children's heart, so that later if they are adults they will always remember the message of their parents.

Because of the pain and shortcomings that they felt from childhood, indirectly have educated his soul to always be Qona'ah.

That is how every day, Mang Ojo always taught his son gently and lovingly.

In addition, Mang Ojo also applies education to his children. Let life be difficult but the school should not drop out, dig up as much knowledge as possible for supplies in the future.

However, Mang Ojo's children never complain, even though they have nothing like friends at school.

Occasionally if there is money left Mang Ojo took the time to go to the flea shop to find used books for the purposes of his son's school.

The morning was very bright, it seemed like the weather was so promising for Mang Ojo to sell boiled beans around the housing complex. After feeling tired around Mang Ojo sitting for a moment on the sidewalk of the road.

But the bad luck came to his side, suddenly from the crossroads of the road appeared people running towards him. Mang Ojo so shocked, no idea there was a man dressed in full uniform was running after street vendors.

Mang Ojo so confused, then he rushed to run, so panicked one of the traders hit Mang Ojo with his wagon, Mang Ojo was toppled, his boiled beans scattered on the streets.

Mang Ojo's tears dripped as much as the peanut grains he had quoted. Suddenly, "Plak” a foot that uses shoes from black leather kicked him from behind, Mang Ojo fell into the street, the nuts he quoted were scattered again.

“Heh, old man! Do you not know, if this is a public road not the path of your ancestors!”

yelled the man.

“Sorry sir, sorry! I just came and there is no trading I sell, but I have made my trading loss today!” obviously Mang Ojo.

“what do you say, old man? you said loss!" snapped at the man, stomping on Mang Ojo's stewed beans scattered about.

“ya, God! never mind you guys,” said Mang Ojo as he shifted the officer's foot from the top of the boiled beans in his massage.

“Hey, why are you holding my leg!”

“Heh sir! Someday you will definitely pay for all your deeds!” exclaimed Mang Ojo with a loud voice.

Watching that Mang Ojo could only sit dumbstruck by the side of the road, he lost big that day.

“Sabar yes sir, may Allah give strength to the Father,” said an old woman who helped Mang Ojo quote boiled beans scattered.

“Still ya Buk! bothered to help me.”

“Sama-sama sir, it is our duty to help others, not like the man, instead of caring but instead he is also the one who makes little people like us suffer,” grumbled the old woman as she stepped away.

After all the nuts were collected, Mang Ojo was sitting languidly on the sidewalk. Suddenly he was greeted by someone he knew.

“Hai Mang's. Why is Bonyok? yes, the story dong!”

“Eh, there is Neng Ranita apparently!” said Mang Ojo sadly.

“Why sad Mang?”

“This Neng the officers have made Mamang trading loss.”

“O yes?”

“Because of their work Mamang trades are scattered, fortunately there are people who help cite, otherwise Mamang really apes today.”

“Ooo, that's the time! But you don't have to worry, I'm here. I have a surprise for Mamang.”

“surprise? What surprise is Neng?” asked Mang Ojo curiously.

“Tarra ! Here's the surprise!” ranita exclaimed as she took out three hundred bills, and gave them to Mang Ojo.

“What does this mean Neng?” asked Mang Ojo did not understand.

“I mean, This money is for Mamang!”

“Aaah, don't Neng! Mamang do not like to be given alms, Mamang is still strong kok.”

“Why?”

“Lagian, Mamang is still able to work kok.”

“Mamang offended yes? I do not mean to offend Mamang Ihoh, consider this money from Mamang's own daughter, so Mamang do not need to feel condolences to me," explained Ranita smiling.

“But Neng, the money is too much, Mamang is a bit scared, if Mama Neng Ranita gets angry!”

“Dah ! Mama don't have to worry! Mama will not know kok.”

“I mean Neng Ranita, Si Eneng stole Mama's money, so?”

“Oh, Not Mang! actually this is my own money Mang, anyways any money Mama I take Mama will not know kok.”

“Lho, how could Neng, it's a sin? lying to others, what else is Neng Ranita's own biological parents.”

“Who lied anyway Mang, I did not lie kok.”

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