The Neglected Pearl
Part 5 - Didikan Mang Ojo

“Kok Neng know, otherwise all rich people are arrogant?”

“My proof, although I live with a pool of property, but I do not feel arrogant, that was I was even from the slums.”

“Ngapain Neng to the Slums?”

“From Mang Ojo's home!”

“From Mang Ojo's house? is Neng not disgusted to go to the scavenger's house?”

“Why be disgusted, the house is clean, tidy and the five children are good, I instead learned a lot from their lives.”

“What kind of life? did you learn how to be a scavenger,” the shop owner mocked.

Hearing the words of the owner of the stall that mocked, everyone in the stall immediately laughed.

Ranita who felt he was being treated badly, he immediately got emotional and slapped the table, so that the water in front of him scattered and the glass fell.

“Once again I hear Mom mocking Ms. Fatma, then Mom will deal with me,” threatened Ranita while putting a sheet of money twenty thousand on the table.

Ranita ignited emotions at the owner of the stall, with a feeling of annoyance Ranita returned home.

That night, the atmosphere was very quiet, sometimes Ranita walked towards the window of her room, her heart felt so lonely, because the incident that afternoon was still reflected in her eyes.

“Why yes, life is very unbalanced, the rich get richer, while the poor life suffers more. It turns out my eyes have been closed all this time, so I don't see any more life out there.”

“Ranita!” call someone from outside.

Although the voice was clearly heard in his ears, but Ranita did not want to answer it, he continued to look at the end of the road full of flickering lights of the vehicle.

“But I was surprised by Mang Ojo's family, even though his life was poor, but he was able to make poverty invisible. Wow ! very amazing,” he continued later.

Before long, Ranita again heard someone calling her from outside.

“Ranita! Nita darling! You in nak's room?” Call a middle-aged woman from outside the room.

“Iya Ma! I'm inside,” replied Ranita as she ran to the door of her room.

“Yes already, if Nita wants to sleep do not forget to brush her teeth !” the woman who was called Ranita, her mother.

“Good Ma,” replied Ranita briefly.

“O Yes Ma, may I ask you something?"

“Ask something?” mama Ranita asked a little surprised.

”What does Nita mean? not usually Mama's children ask for something from Mama, like very serious?”

“Gini Ma, Can I ask for money?”

“Bby, usually Nita will take it alone! Mama's a little suspicious?”

“Aaaah Mama!”

“Yes already, you took it yourself in the safe!” the woman's orders passed leaving her daughter.

“Thanks, Ma!” ranita said while kissing Mama's cheek.

“Hm, if you already want, then dear Mama,” answered.

With pleasure, Ranita fell asleep until she forgot to close the door. I felt like the night had gone by so quickly.

Sure enough tampa realized Ranita, the night passed by was not felt.

In the guest room Mama and her Papa had first woken up, they were also getting ready to go to work.

Along with Ranita's family, Mang Ojo's family also woke up, they performed congregational dawn prayers and prayed together. In order to be given a halal rezki again barokah and opened the doors of science as wide as possible by Allah Swt, for his children.

After they finished their worship, they continued their breakfast together, and returned to their usual activities. The children of Mang Ojo are accustomed to living a disciplined and diligent life.

All of this is inseparable from the upbringing of both parents. Mang Ojo and Bu Fatma deliberately did all that, so that his five children would get used to the situation.

That factor will be able to galvanize themselves and their children's personalities to not be crybaby, cowardly and easily discouraged, always honest and humble.

While Fatma, the mother of Mang Ojo's five children including strong and strong women, she works to know the time. For him no matter how small the opportunities that come, must be used as well as possible.

By collecting used goods and leftover rice, it had reduced the burden that had slipped on her husband's shoulders a little.

It seemed like the morning the weather was very promising, Fatma tried to step a little away from her usual place, she kept walking while quoting used bottles and cardboard scattered on the side of the road.

Unbeknownst to Fatma, he had entered the elite area of Jakarta, his heart was amazed when he saw the luxurious houses lined up neatly along the road.

In Fatma's heart, she could only hope that someday God would give her a beautiful and beautiful home as she saw it.

While Fatma was still amazed by what she saw, she was suddenly startled by the screams of a woman.

“Hei! old beggar! far, far away! damn it!”

The voice had scattered the daydreams of Fatma, and she rushed away from the place, her imagination running aground as far as her feet went.

Should I still wish to be a rich man and a beautiful home, if this heart is filled with pride and envy?” ask Fatma to herself.

“The rich are delicious, stay in a luxurious house, enough facilities and if you eat just choose which they like, well, it's good to be rich, like me at that time.” Fatma muttered while shedding tears.

Not so far from where it was, Fatma found a house that was no less beautiful than the previous house, visible from a very clean and neatly arranged flower garden.

In the corner of the fence outside there is a garbage can, Fatma immediately checked the garbage can who knows there is a rezki inserted by God there for her family. While rushing Fatma directly scraped the garbage can.

He took the goods he considered necessary and put into his sack. Suddenly a man rebuked her from the side of the house.

“Hei! old woman! want to spread the disease? Go far, don't beg here, smell tau!”

“Iya, yes! I want to go!” fatma replied, stay away from the house.

Fatma continues to move towards a traditional market. In front of a restaurant, Fatma also scavenged used bottles and leftover rice that people had thrown away. When she turned around, a girl was in front of her. With a big smile the little girl handed him a packet of rice.

“Sorry baby, I'm not a beggar ! Mother is only a scavenger,” replied Fatma in a soft voice.

“But this is for Mom!” said the little girl.

“Who told you to give this rice to Mom?”

“Papa, Papa told me,” replied the little girl.

“Alright, say ama Papa, thanks.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” replied the girl as she ran away from Fatma.

“Ajarakallah,” said Fatma while putting the rice packet on her head.

Then Fatma walked away from the place. He continued to walk down the sidewalk, because he felt tired Fatma stopped for a moment to relax his body that felt sore.

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