TOAST
* Slice 11, Unexpected

Farewell Kindergarten at Dafi school, also present Dafi's Father and Grandmother, because Bu Fia had just waited for the estimated time of birth so she did not go there.

Dafi managed to become the best graduate with a series of achievements over the past year. All of his trophies will be handed over to him today, who was previously handed over to the school and has already been made a duplicate of it. The trophies include athletic competition between TK and DKI Jakarta, among others, jabodetabek-level calistung competitions as well as English speaking competitions are held by one of the city's famous English tutoring. For his achievements the school gave charters, trophies and writing supplies gifts to Dafi.

"Mothers, we give applause for graduates who can be role models for their friends, with a series of achievements, we hope that in the next level of education ananda can continue to excel ... welcome his presence ... Danish Ahmad Faishal" said the Principal's Mother.

Dafi walked alone to the stage to applause from the parents, arriving on stage he received gifts and kissed the hands of the teachers. Dafi's parents were also called to accompany the photos together. It seems that Mr. Dzul and Grandma were very moved by the achievements achieved by Dafi.

"Ananda Dafi .. How is his name Danish .. is his name right in the charter?" ask the principal to convince.

"True Bu .. My name is Danish Ahmad Faishal, Dad said it means son who fragrant name, praiseworthy and pure white. Called Dafi it stands for, said Mother let it be easy to call it rather than called Danish rich biscuit brand" explained Dafi innocently.

Many of the disciples' parents laughed at Dafi's reply.

"Smart yes Dafi . can explain the meaning of his name, hopefully what his parents want can be realized. Dafi could be a child who lives up to her name" said the headmaster.

"Thank you, teacher. But Dafi is not white clean skin Mom, because Dafi playing the bike continues the same Dawn" replied Dafi.

Mr. Dzul and Grandma just smiled, the parents present even more laughed at Dafi's innocent babble.

"Come on Dafi, talk to her friends" asked the homeroom teacher. Dafi approached his father, leaving his charter and gifts to his father. Then running towards the mic, the typical behavior of the kids makes everyone laugh again.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." said Dafi without shame, maybe because he was used to participating in the race so no stage fever when talking to use a mic.

"Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." said everyone present.

"Thank you to the Headmaster Mother, Mother and Mr. Teacher, Mr. Security Officer and Mamang who like to clean up the class" said Dafi who made all laugh to hear all the guards brought in in the speech.

"Hopefully this school, the more students, the more wins the race again. For friends, sorry if we often wrestle toys" added Dafi who got applause parents students who salut no stage fever this child, the way of speech is also good.

"Thank you also to all Mother Fathers who want to school their children with Dafi. Later in SD meet again yes .. wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" said Dafi while running towards his father.

Clap loudly for Dafi from those present. Dafi also applauded, he did not understand if the parents gave applause as a sign of salute for the courage he spoke in public.

After the farewell ceremony, Dafi whined to his father to buy Mak Leha toast. A year ago he could only enjoy the sight of people eating toast, but today he was determined to eat the bread before returning home.

Mr. Dzul and his Grandmother Dafi granted Dafi's wish as a reward for his achievements in school.

"Excuse me ma'am.. Is there still toast?" ask Mr. Dzul to Mak Leha.

"More .. what would you like to taste, sir?" mak Leha asked, wiping the cart.

"What do you want Dafi to taste?" ask Mr. Dzul to Dafi.

"Two may yes Well .. 1 chocolate .. the other 1 nut" answered the very memorized Dafi that children often enjoy.

Grandma followed Dafi after buying mineral water at the minimarket.

"Sister Leha?" ask Grandma reassuringly.

"Sri?" ask Mak Leha back.

"Yes Kak .. O Allah .. have not met for a long time.." said Grandma while hugging Mak Leha.

The crying of both flowed because long time did not meet.

"You live here Sri?" ask Mak Leha.

"Yes Allah Dzul .. was big yes, it was very thin" Mak Leha recalled.

Mr. Dzul still does not remember who Mak Leha is.

"Where is Abis Sri?" ask Mak Leha.

"This is my goodbye TK grandson, Dafi here .. kiss Mak Leha's hand" Grandma said again.

"Oh this is your grandson Sri .. often see him standing on the fence waiting to be picked up" said Mak Leha as she rubbed Dafi's head.

"Living here, brother?" asked Grandma while looking at the corner there was a bale filled with thin mattresses and piles of pillows.

"Yes Sri ... Here's the rest I have now. Home as well as a kiosk to connect life" said Mak Leha with a smile.

Grandma circulated the view to the room 3 x 4 meters, corner outside there is a bathroom, although small but clean and slick. There is also a manual stove and oven.

"Bikin' his own bread?" ask Grandma.

"Yes .. same rich first. Alhamdulillah behind the stall there is still an empty kebon, do not know who has not been built, so make a cook in the back. Nanem trees are little to eat" explained Mak Leha as she burned bread for Dafi.

"Aren't you alone?" search Grandma.

The bread was finished and handed over to Mr. Dzul. Dafi sat in a plastic chair with Mr. Dzul. Grandma and Mak Leha sat in the bale of her bed Mak Leha.

"The fate of Sri .... the bakery fire .. everything I had was exhausted in the blink of an eye" Mak Leha recalled as she wiped her tears.

"Innalilahi ... when is Sis? I didn't hear it" asked Grandma in shock.

Mak Leha took her breath, a streak of sadness appeared on her old face.

"Sri's old age .. yes about 25 years ago. Ga long time from you moved, will you know that Kak Lilik has married again the same son of abege. The woman who deserves to be his son, I had to take my honey home instead of being divorced. We live on the same roof. I sincerely accept because I do not have children even though I have been married for a long time to Lilik. Actually people say, the first wife who dampingin until success, the second wife who abisin that success. Many treasures have passed into my honey hands. Lilik's sister doesn't know. Sampe finally glare honey I play the same as employees in the factory. Brother Lilik was rampaging in the factory. At that time it was almost willing to make jam, there were 1 more employee nyiapin firewood and flame. He did not know if in the corner of the factory again there is an indehoy. The taunya just saw Kak Lilik again fight the same beat-up employees who only use kolor doang because abis playing with my honey. I have tried to be separated even added to the loyalty of Kak Liliknya. Finally the dough of jam gede sewage spilled, kerosene also spilled directly into the fire spread quickly. There were no casualties, but the ludes factory, thankfully not gabbed into people's homes. Kak Lilik stress, abis savings money for treatment and pay Bank installments. Pas want to sell the land, uh all letters already on behalf of his second wife. Only those in the Bank were eventually confiscated because we could not pay the Bank installments again. Really no design of anything. Thank God there used to be many patrons of bread that we are like, continue to be helped to buy this place. It used to be cheap because it was still quiet, there was only SD wishan. I make small-scale bread, put it in the shop while taking care of Kak Lilik until the end of his life. After Kak Lilik ga there, I began to build this toast business, Thank God my fortune here, let's say still small rich gini, but many customers. I already have one person employees, his work in the morning help toast the same bread as stupid and continue to help trade. If my school hours are selling, change. Fad so that children have healthy food for their snacks. Let's profit thin if the same school children. Miris saw SD snacks that contained mecin doangan" explained Mak Leha.

"No brother can nemenin brother? we're old, we're sick, if there's anything?" grandma Say.

"Yes .. pasrakkan aja Allah, this is contracted dikios left right already rich my son, they are all good, love me" replied Mak Leha grateful.

"Alhamdulillah if it is Mak. Oh yeah, Mom, got a HP number?" ask Grandma.

"There, for people to pesen bread, but not in SMS yes, I can only receive a phone call, ga ngerti others. Lagian also old-school HP whose camera is still burem" said Mak Leha.

Mak Leha took out the HP lying in her wagon drawer. Then hand it over to Grandma.

"This I can not enter the number, enter alone" Pinta Mak Leha.

Looks like Grandma entered her HP number then in misscall to save the number Mak Leha.

"The aroma of bread and the other is still the same as before Brother. I wrap yes .. ask for bread fresh two board full same jam sarikaya still sell right Kak?" ask Grandma.

"Still ..even many who buy besides him. Do you remember the srika jam?" Said Mak Leha.

"Still dong, no one ngalahin jam srikaya kak Leha. I want yes Kak besidesya, 4 jars" said Grandma enthusiastically.

Mak leha tidied up the order of her Grandma Dafi. Then Grandma took out five hundred thousand pieces of money from her bag and handed them to Mak Leha's hand.