The Neglected Pearl
Part 97 has a brilliant idea
Zakia and Leni who listened to the results of the meeting that night, had amazed the old man who became the leader in the magnificent house.
Not a few costs will be poured by all sons of Mang Ojo's daughter, but they no one felt objected and disappointed at that time.
Sure enough after the meeting was over that night, the next day, they all began to work according to the agreed plan, the courtyard of the parlour was so spacious, decorated with tents and very beautiful collateral.
Next to the home, Dika also gave up dozens of workers to make a simple house for those who are newly married.
The wedding is very festive, the bride and groom have also been sitting on their respective armaments, the lowest parlour room is provided by Dika as many as six rooms and decorated with colorful knickknacks.
All the residents of the orphanage were very happy at that time, the children could taste whatever food they liked.
Dika and Juliah were unceasingly grateful to Allah for all the sustenance that had been entrusted to them.
It also seems that the two adoptive parents of Yulia were holding the little one while joining in a little wiggle, listening to the music that was very beautiful.
All invited guests have also come to congratulate the bride and groom.
A mother, who was around the settlement, asked the supervisor of the orphanage, about the event that was being held.
“You're a resident of the parlor?” ask Sofia the woman.
“Iya, I am one of the supervisors appointed by Mr. Dika, to arrange the children's home.”
“Hillful inhabitants are many, yes?”
“Iya, many too,” Sofia replied as she continued to sway to the rhythm of the music.
“How many people?” the woman asked me incessantly.
“Very much,” replied Sofia later.
“This party event, who held it?”
“Mang Ojo, with his children.'"
“Mang Ojo the rich man?”
“Yes, his wealth is increasing every day, he is so generous, so are his five children always giving alms to anyone, we who live in this orphanage only, in addition to our needs are fulfilled, he said, we are also in the allotment of pocket money every morning.”
“How much?”
“depending on age,” Sofia replied casually.
Satisfied with Sofia's answer, the woman immediately left the place, while the others still enjoyed the party with great joy.
The next day, early in the morning, Mang Ojo's house bell rang, the whole house looked at each other, they all wondered in their hearts.
Not wanting to wait, his employer spoke, Zakia immediately opened the door, in front of the door stood a young woman while holding a child in her hand.
“Whose mother?” ask Zakia wonder.
“This July is Mang Ojo's home?”
“Betul, indeed this is his home.”
“Can I meet Mang Ojo?”
“Ooo, wait a minute,” replied Zakia while running towards Mang Ojo.
“Who came Kia?” tanya Fatma who just finished the bath.
“Ngot know Ma, but he said he wanted to meet with Mr.”
“Send him in!” mang Ojo's orders to Zakia.
Having been given permission, the woman immediately entered, and approached Mang Ojo and Fatma. In front of Mang Ojo and Fatma, the woman immediately calmed down and cried.
“Why are you crying?” ask Fatma to know.
“This is an orphan, sir,” said the woman while holding her son's shoulders.
“Then what's with him?”
“Where is your husband now?”
“She's just running around, sir. When he came home he only asked for money and was angry with both of us.”
“Your husband is a hobby of gambling and drinking?”
“Iya, Sir! he even once wanted to sell us to pimps. Actually, I can't stand the treatment. I really want to go from home, but I don't know where to go, but today my eyes are open, if all this time you have a home.”
“Iya the home has long stood and my son managed it there.”
“May I stay in the orphanage with my son, Sir?”
“Boleh, I don't mind. Just so, what I just talked about was true.”
“True sir, I'm not lying! Even if we return, we also no longer have a house, because my husband has sold it.”
“Indeed your husband's evil,” replied Mang Ojo annoyed.
After the woman's complaint was received, Mang Ojo immediately ordered Zakia to feed her. Zakia obeyed what his master said.
“Mother's Son What's His Name?” ask Fatma to know.
“Debi, Bu.”
“Debi has school?”
“I have no charge to send her, Bu.”
“In front of the home there is a basic, which we build, you can take your child there, while in the home you also get an allowance every morning. Make the best use of the money, who knows if you want to get out of the Panti, you have a little capital.”
“Thank you, for the kindness of your family.”
“Now please eat full, later my son will take you to the orphanage.”
“Good, Mom,” replied the woman as she headed for the dining room.
In the orphanage owned by Mang Ojo, it has been provided with complete facilities, there is a mini market there, there is a mosque where worship, there is an SD and Junior High School, which accommodates members of the orphanage, while the teacher, who, they are the best teachers.
While the two were eating a meal with their lava, Fatma looked at Debi, with another look in her eyes, Debi's plain and beautiful face, making Fatma so attracted to her.
“Whose name?” ask Fatma to the woman.”
“Ema, Mom,” replied The woman.
“Ema have what skills?”
“I have sewing skills, Bu?”
“Sorting?”
“Iya, Mum.”
“Ema, long time ago can sew?”
“First my Dad and Mom were tailors Bu.”
“Means Ema, can design clothes model.”
“Bisa, Ma. long ago when Dad and Mom were still alive, they also designed various fashion models, many customers, who ordered clothes from the hands of Father himself, but after Dad left, he said, I fell into poverty, and I worked as a laundry laborer in people's homes.”
“Alright, then, for a while, Ema stay here first, later, Mom will set up a boutique here, and we take her employees from the orphanage.”
Hearing the idea of a fatma that was so brilliant, Ema's heart was so happy, her life that had felt so painful that morning she seemed to smile so widely.
In the life of Ema, let alone to laugh, smile she was never again, her beautiful cheeks only she provided to shed tears.
Poverty and the difficulty of life are the main factors, which make him always cry. In addition to the torture done by her husband, it adds to the burden of her mind is increasingly piled up.
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