The Neglected Pearl

The Neglected Pearl
Part 3 Uniqueness of Mang Ojo house


“You didn't lie.”


“I didn't lie to them Mang ! but they themselves gave me permission to take the money I needed.”


“But even so, Neng also can not just take their money ! Want to give one recipe to Neng Ranita?”


“Mau Mang, but ! what is Mang's recipe?”


“Recipes to be a good boy!”


“Mau Mang, want times!”


“The key to being a righteous child is, honestly!”


“Haaah ! That's just Mang?”


“Yes, that's all, but it's hard to do and practice in our daily lives, if Neng does not believe, Neng can prove it himself later. If it turns out that Mamang's wrong speech Neng can come to Mamang later, and say that Mamang is a liar!”


“Ok! That's easy Mang, I'll prove to Mamang if I can get through it easily.”


“Well let's prove it together!” challenge Mang Ojo.


“O Yes, Mang. I can't, play at Mamang's house?”.


“Aaah, don't Neng!”


“Indeed why can't you? Just playing with!”


“Not that the time is Neng, actually Mamang does not have a house, just a reot hut that was enough to just shelter so as not to rain.”


“Nnothing kok Mang, although hut but if you are happy what's wrong.”


“Nanti Neng Ranita can be allergic if playing to Mamang.”


“Kosok Mang, who said I was allergic,” replied Ranita seduce Mang Ojo.


“Kan so says the rich man Neng.”


“Don't hear Mang, they don't know anything, it's nice to just hurt people, even though their own families they can't take care of it.”


“Ooo, is that neng?”


“Iya Mang, Well now can't I play at Mamang's house?”


“Where ya? Mamang so not good too!”


“Udah, Mamang do not have most to think ! let's go yuk,” take Ranita while holding Mang Ojo's hand.


Because Ranita was so insistent, to play at his home in the slums, Mang Ojo was forced to follow his will. Ranita happily accompanied Mang Ojo from behind.


“Ya uda come!” man Ojo replied with a force.


On the way Mang Ojo asks about Ranita's family. With her love, the young girl told Mang Ojo about her family situation.


“I'm an only child, Mang.”


“So Neng is alone, has no brother and sister huh?”


“Iya Mang, while Papa works as a country official and Mama works as a board member.”


“Ooo, is that it? turns out Neng Ranita's parents are an official?”


"Yes Mang."


“Wah, waah! good life so rich!”


“Who said it was delicious Mang. The proof is that I myself often challenge the actions of Papa and Mama, who like to style luxury and accumulate treasures.”


“Packing treasures? what does Neng mean?” Mang Ojo asked to know.


“Yes it! they like to buy luxury items that I think, no use, then go abroad, what do you do? It's a waste of money, but it's no use, right?”


“Mamang was right, it was indeed their money. But what's wrong if the money is donated to an orphanage, a halfway house, which there they really need. But I as a child can not do anything,” said Ranita a little complain.


“Be careful Neng!” yang Mang Ojo's.


Hearing Mang Ojo exclaim Ranita just realized that he had far stepped from his home.


“Are we already nyampe Mang?”


“Not Neng, ntar again nyampe kok. In front of the alley there!” said Mang Ojo while pointing towards the front.


After getting close to Mang Ojo's house, dozens of children were already waiting for Mang Ojo's arrival.


“Hai Man!" greet them friendly.


“Hai also kids! you want boiled beans?”


“Mau Mang, want!” answer the children simultaneously.


“Well then you follow the instructions from Mamang ya.”


Then Mang Ojo hit the glass in his hand three times, suddenly the children were running somewhere.


Ranita became surprised, Mang Ojo then took Ranita to sit on a pile of dirty sacks.


Tampa thought Long Ranita immediately sat down. Not long after the children returned with both hands raised.


“There is soap?”


“There!” answer the children simultaneously.


Then without having to be told first they immediately look for their respective seats. Mang Ojo then handed them a bag of plastic boiled peanuts.


“Remember Mamang's message, these beans had fallen off, so there was sticky sand on his skin. Arriving at home later, these beans you must wash first, then you can eat them, and do not forget?”


“Read do’a!" answer the boy simultaneously.


“Good, well you can all disperse."


“Waaah is amazing!” ranita Sambal said head bobbles.


“Ah usual aja kok Neng,” replied Mang Ojo blushed shyly.


“Great people yes! rarely are people like Mamang, make obedient children sekampung! I'm so amazed. Although life is simple but the sense of solidarity is very thick.”


“Ya already Neng, if you hear Neng Ranita praise, at the end we will not go home later. Let's go, Mamang house is not far away anymore,” said Mang Ojo as he stepped between glass fragments and wood stacks.


The rocky road and the stuffy smell, it has become a daily sight for the residents of the slums. For them it was never in his trouble.


Upon arriving at home, Mang Ojo immediately entered and invited Ranita to enter as well.


Inside Mang Ojo's house, Ranita also looked at the narrow space, there was something that was very impossible for her to see but real.


Ranita seemed to be in disbelief, in a small house and was in the slums but had a very stunning interior. Even though he blinked ten times, it was still real.


Mang Ojo house has its own uniqueness, in it is very clean, all items are neatly arranged, bookshelves are located between beautiful carved wood carvings.


The floor of his house is made of granite neatly arranged. Then Ranita stepped onto the bookshelf, picked up one of the books, on the outer cover inscribed ”FILOSOPHY”, then Ranita put the book back slowly.


Not only that book, there are many more valuable books that Mang Ojo keeps in his house.


For the next step, Ranita then entered a small room, in which there was a light that twinkled, hanging between trophies and charters very much, Ranita did not have time to count it, there may be dozens.


From one room to the other, there was a very beautiful iron bed, above it lies a mattress made of white sheets with purple lotus motifs and pink curtains decorated with beautiful flowers.


Seriate...


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