TOAST
* Slice 18, Story begins

Today Fajar and his friends still play at school after school hours are over. They play ball together on the school's mini futsal court. Usually if the clock broke up school, Nuha will take play Qeena to Kindergarten while bribed to eat. If at the kiosk the movement is limited, so Qeena seemed happy to run around and play if the slide at Kindergarten.

Teachers who already knew Mak Leha and Nuha, allowed to play but only around the yard. Even with a note as long as there are teachers in the school, if there are no teachers, then the school will be locked by the security guard.

Qeena's body is very thin, her hair is also thin, difficult to eat, for a child aged one and a half years is not proportional to the proportion of his body. Though Nuha and Mak Leha provide good nutritional intake for Qeena, even once taken to the pediatrician also to check the condition of Qeena.

"Mr Noah ... Qeena is very skinny, short stature is not like Mak Nuha who is quite high standards, difficult to eat huh Qeena?" ask the Teacher.

"Yes .. it is very difficult for Master, already given the same vitamins honey, still skinny. The teaching man is checked by jamu, I follow. Sampa said Mak Leha, try to be sorted by a baby masseur for seven Friday also been walked, still Qeena body like this" replied Noah rada sadly.

"Have you checked with a doctor?" said Master Teacher.

"Udah, but the doctor said it had something to do when in the womb it used to lack nutritional intake" replied Nuha.

"Oh that is .. but it can be pursued outside Mak, but yes Alhamdulillah if you know from the beginning anyway yes how the condition Qeena, so in the future can be therapeutic if there are abnormalities. His son rarely spoke, right? but I noticed that I was still focused when spoken to" continued Mrs Guru.

"The pendiem is indeed ma'am, but we all have not invited him to chat mauh" said Nuha astonished.

"Yes slowly, at his age there is also not much vocabulary, most only just bubling aja" said Bu Guru.

"Don't bubling ma'am, sometimes to laugh she's rare" said Nuha.

"Mak Leha is delicious now, since there is Mak Nuha so the more rame the bread stall. Mak Nuha also his insight turned out to be broad, yes, we can chat anything. No wonder if Mak Nuha is only a high school graduate, where the school is in a small area again, not a big city" said Bu Guru.

"Master Teacher can do it. I have always loved reading newspapers, books, magazines and watching the news. Maybe that's what makes you know a lot. Yes understand if the news on my online portal does not have a quota, besides HP is also old HP, so the old loading pitch" replied Nuha.

"Good so, we can be the status of mothers, but must continue to update the latest news. Do not just play the internet to be active on social media. There is nothing wrong with social media, but today many are even kebablasan, not wise to use it" said Mrs Guru.

"I don't have social media, but the internet is about growing children and cooking recipes" replied Nuha.

"It's so good, ma'am, by the way, Mak Nuha feels the same salute Mak Leha? I salute him very much since long ago, his sales are always quite desirable, but he never changed, still simple as I first knew" praised Bu Guru.

"A lot I learned after living with Mak Leha. If according to him yes this life takes a fortune in moderation, in addition to praying, Mak Leha will be diligent alms, everyone can not pass the stall, surely Mak Leha loves bread equally jam. Sometimes I am confused. Mak Leha's profits are not great because Mak Leha is an honest seller who prioritizes the quality of his merchandise, has employees as well, but enough sales to eat and sell the next day. Maybe because he lives alone, so why keep a lot of treasure" said Nuha.

"Yes, but Alhamdulillah in his old age, although a kara but not troublesome anyone, do not beg and do not expect the mercy of people. Still strong trade and never complained, always friendly with buyers" added Bu Guru.

"Yes Mom ... Thank God, for Mak Leha who is important to help others, he wants his life that is only once this means. Including me and Qeena, he was very helpful to us, somehow our fate if not helped by him. Even Mak Leha to say, later if he died, a treasure for whom, no one, so it is better to share it with those in need. Mother's employees are mothers who have to make a living for the family because of widows. Just like me who is a single parent" said Nuha at length.

Qeena's frail body was accidentally hit by a ball thrown by Dawn. Qeena fell down and cried loudly. His leg was hit by the edge of the stairs.

Noah wanted to stand up from his seat to help Qeena, but Master's mother forbade, Teacher knew that there would be a scene that would be good for all his students to learn. Dawn immediately ran over to Qeena who was still crying in pain.

"De ... cup .. cup ... don't cry yes de ... Maafin Mas Fajar who did not deliberately throw the ball towards ade" said Fajar sincerely while wiping Qeena's tears.

"Look at Noah ... Dawn is very caring for anyone, he is also the type of child who does not hesitate to apologize if wrong" said Bu Guru. Noah smiled.

The disciples of his friend Kindergarten Fajar saw the Dawn that was in front of him Qeena. Teacher is approaching.

"Well children, you can take the example of Dawn, he made a mistake, but he immediately apologized and took responsibility by approaching this sister not to cry anymore" said the Teacher.

Qeena began to slowly shut up until she stopped crying. His aching leg was straightened to the same Dawn, then it was seen whether it was bleeding or injured. Then Fajar ran into the class to pick up his bag. He took a plaster of pictures of the robot then taped to Qeena's leg which was slightly injured because her leg was hit by iron slide stairs.

Qeena nodded with a smile. Qeena's eyes sparkled at the chocolate. Qeena had once been given chocolate with Noah, but a brown coin wrapped in gold-colored aluminum paper. Qeena does like chocolate, so hearing the word chocolate must be happy.

Dawn helped Qeena get up from her seat and then took her to the handwashing.

"Wash your hands first De .." Dawn's orders. Little Qeena followed what Dawn exemplified.

Then they sit on the swing. Noah and Master followed. Dawn unwrapped her pan-potent chocolate, then broke one segment and handed the chocolate to Qeena.

"Nak .." said Qeena, who now had a brown mouth.

"Enak said Mas ... What did you say to her?" naha reminded.

"Ma acii" Qeena replied as she enjoyed the chocolate cut again.

"What's his name? funny in his face, cute" asked Fajar.

"Inaaa.." replied Qeena who was still not clearly speaking.

"His name is Qeena, his grandson Mak Leha, who sells bread in front of the school. Well this is Qeena's mother" explained Mrs Teacher.

"Bu .. I'm sorry yes, did not deliberately throw the ball and hit to Qeena" said Fajar politely.

"Yes Mas .. gapapa, must be Mas ga deliberately" said Noah to talk Qeena to call the Dawn older than Qeena with the name Mas.

After eating chocolate, Dawn again invited Qeena to wash her hands because her hands and mouth were smeared with chocolate.

"Wash De Qeena first, let it be clean, see his hands and mouth brown all" said Fajar.

Qeena nodded, but her legs still hurt to make way. Finally the Dawn, which was indeed a large body, carried Qeena to the sink. He painstakingly washed Qeena's hands. Then sit down again.

Qeena seems to like chocolate as well. Looks like Qeena's tongue has never tasted chocolate as good as this, the most expensive ever bought the same mother is a silver king brand.

"Qeena likes chocolate?" ask Dawn again. Qeena nodded many times.

"Tomorrow Brother bring good food again yes .. This is chocolate for you, from now on we are friends yes" said Fajar smiling.

"Ma aciii" said Qeena happy to get this delicious chocolate.

A long time later, his driver Bu Fia picked up Dawn, after saying goodbye to Bu Guru and Nuha, Dawn waved to Qeena. Qeena is still enjoying her chocolate.

Mr. Dzul is now tasked with overseeing a national strategic project, namely the construction of an Industrial Zone integrated with the port and the concept of Multi Cluster Industries supported by a complete regional infrastructure. He will be working in the Gresik area for about a year.

Mr. Dzul actually did not want to be away from the family and wanted to invite the family to move there, but Bu Fia did not want to, he said, considering he also has to work in Jakarta and children have also entered school age, will be bothered if they have to move places to live. Toh Pak Dzul is still on Java Island and can go back and forth to Jakarta. In addition, every month there is also a schedule for Pak Dzul to report directly all the progress of the project to Jakarta. As a state servant, of course he must be willing to be placed anywhere that requires his expertise and knowledge.

His mother Pak Dzul finally decided to stay with Bu Fia during Pak Dzul service in Gresik. His brother and sister Mr. Dzul also agreed with the decision of the Mother who was very wise. Ms. Fia definitely needs help watching her four children while she is at work.

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His name is a trading person, there is a sirik if there are traders who advance. Start the issues of exhaled competitors toast and snacks around the Mak Leha kiosk. They say if Mak Leha bread uses expired ingredients so it can be sold cheaply, the jams are made from rotten ingredients and sweeteners and textile dyes. Start the customers one by one believe in these issues because there are photos of materials that have been shrouded in ants and flies in the kitchen of Mak Leha. Rotten fruits are also sweetened near the oven to bake bread. Though Mak Leha and Nuha had never bought even a look at the materials, but suddenly the morning was behind the stall.