TOAST
* Slice 26, Oh so

In the end Rian only became a victim of bullying in public school, at the age of nearly fourteen years, Rian still sits in the third grade of Elementary School.

Mr. Dzul repeatedly reminded Ms. Fia, but Ms. Fia still forced herself if Rian had to go to school where her sisters went to school. This is what is often the trigger for a fight between Mr. Dzul and Bu Fia. Mr. Dzul wants Rian to get an education that suits his condition, but Ms. Fia does not want to. Grandma had already intervened, but Bu Fia remained in her stance.

"Our son is normal" Ms. Fia said firmly.

"Yes ..our child is normal, but he has a privilege that is not shared with our other children" said Mr. Dzul.

"Why should school be forced into extraordinary schools?" said Bu Fia.

"Let her get an education as she needs. Or we can get him into a school based specifically for special children. Sometimes children with specialties like this must fit the way to educate them so that they can develop according to their talents and interests. Many who with their speciality can achieve achievements. But for Dad an achievement is just a bonus, the main thing is that he can live without depending on each other. Now make just a shower alone can not be alone because hold the bar soap falls continuously, if the liquid soap is even squeezed until the soap runs out. He can not focus under the shower must be running around in the shower" said Mr. Dzul.

"Just like Rian has to graduate in public school" said Bu Fia.

"You know how old SD is?" challenge Mr. Dzul.

"Next year we move again, a lot of private schools really, as long as we pay the base money is also accepted" replied Bu Fia lightly. Mr. Dzul is just a head bobble.

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At two o'clock in the night, Qeena woke up Noah as usual. They never forget to miss the night on the Supreme Owner of the world (unless there are obstacles), it has been routine since Qeena understood about prayer. After a prayer, Qeena ventured to ask Noah.

"Mak ... Why is Qeena's name not Mama's? Qeena's not Mom's kid?" ask Qeena carefully.

"Qeena .. I actually want to tell you when you're seventeen. You are a critical child. The point is that Qeena's daughter, from baby Qeena, is the same mother. Whoever the name is in Qeena's self, don't mind it" replied Nuha diplomatically.

"Mr Qeena where's Mak?" qeena asked more and more.

"Praying'alah Qeena .. May Allah meet you with the Father. Mom will not hinder if Qeena will meet you later, but Mom does not know where you are now" explained Nuha sad.

"Sorry Qeena yes Mak .. don't cry Mak, sorry if Qeena's question makes Mommy sad. Mom was everything to Qeena. If one day Mother and Mr. Qeena whose names are written on it comes, Qeena will still choose with Mother. We will always be both Mak" promised Qeena.

Both of them were crying in the condition of hugging, Qeena was indeed very feeling, she would definitely feel guilty if she made her loved ones sad let alone cry.

Nuha always reminded Qeena to pray a third of the night, so that her life could be better than now. Qeena's ideals are many, one of which is indeed a nurse, given economic conditions like this, Qeena sometimes despair first. Even he did not dare to dream of reaching his goals. He just wants to be able to serve his mother and be able to accompany her until anytime. For the World, maybe Mak Nuha is just a Mother, but for Qeena, Mak Nuha is her world. A Mother who bestows her affection and love for Qeena. They were crying and laughing together. Passed many trials together inseparable.

Noah went back to sleep because he was tired. Qeena can't sleep after tahajud, which happens to be Saturday tomorrow as well, meaning school holidays. Qeena sat in front of the living room window. Look at the full moon which looks beautiful.

"Yes Allah .. Give health and long life to Mother, enable the servant to repay all the services of Mother. Although Mother is not the birth mother, but Mother is always present at the side of the servant. Whatever the story of the origin of the servant, do not predestine Mother to continue to be at the side of the servant" do'a Qeena.

Qeena looked at her picture with Nuha and Mak Leha while still living at the toast stall.

"Nek Leha ... until the end of Grandma's life, we are still in a state of being maligned underhanded in trading. But Grandma taught an extraordinary thing .. patient .. slandered man will not despise in the eyes of God as long as we do not do what others are guilty of. Calm down with your soulmate Nek ... Although we were not at the stall anymore, the memories were still engraved sweet Nek .. " said Qeena.

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Dafi was asked by his father to come to the stall that used to belong to Mak Leha to see the results of the renovation and pay the rest of the renovation costs. Old tenants have not extended their rent, there are new tenants who are interested but ask to be cleaned and repainted bathroom.

Dafi was watching the handyman who worked at the stall. While waiting, he sat down at the coffee shop selling ijo bean porridge. The afternoon air today is cold because after the rain from morning to noon. The stall was quiet again, so Dafi could have a light conversation with the owner.

Ijo bean porridge, a cheap food that is rich in nutrients for our bodies. In addition to healthy, ijo bean porridge is the most universal menu and cross genarasi, old and young would love it.

"What time is Bang?" ask Dafi.

"It's usually the same morning as night. If you make breakfast in the morning, at night make a fad food hungry or snack after eating" explained the seller's brother.

"Kiosk here is getting saucy Bang" said Dafi while enjoying the burjona.

"Yes ... used to be all here just simple stalls of wood" said the burjo seller while sitting near Dafi.

"Yes ... I used to have his kindergarten there" said Dafi while pointing TK in front of the kiosk.

"It's my father's" replied Dafi.

"It used to be the old Grandma who sells toast" open a burjo seller.

"Oh yes ..how long before Dad bought this stall, at the stall selling fried rice" said Dafi pretending he did not know.

"The one with the toast stall is dead. Equally adopted children, this kiosk is sold continuously divided for the former work there. But yes, many times it has been shared. Kasian deh, used to be ten years ago trading rame, I just take bread with Mak Leha. But he was slandered by the SD front toast trader" said burjo seller.

"What does that mean?" ask Dafi, her soul is turbulent.

"We also just knew a week ago.the family of the toast seller came mak Leha or Mak Nuha, but Mak Leha has died, Mak Nuha has also returned home" burjo seller.

"How do you continue?" ask Dafi.

"They have done so much since Mak Leha was deserted. Sampe has five branches, the house is good, the contract is also a lot. But the last year, the salesman had a stroke. Said his family between dying reluctantly living unwillingly. Have been on medication this year everywhere, from medical to alternative, but nil. Yes, he said he could not do anything. One by one his property abis for treatment. His business was also tricked by his men, his money was corrupted, he said the stall was deserted, so the merchandise was thrown away because of the plural. Have five children no one works, ngandelin his father's treasure prayan. Apparently his wife inget if ever slander trading Mak Leha, those who naro rotten fruit that there are maggots behind the stall Mak Leha let people think if Mak Leha uses rotten materials for other than him. The flour is also exchanged for the same that I took, so in fear of buying the bread" said the burjo seller.

"The blessing is Bang, the trade rivals must show the quality of our merchandise, not the trading quota of people" said Dafi.

"Yes, but the name is dark-eyed, yes" replied the burjo seller.

"How is the fate of the merchant now?" ask Dafi again.

"Yes still so, said alive but can not do anything, said dead yes still alive" said burjo traders.

"Yes, may her pain make her insyaf yes" Dafi hoped.

"Where to insyaf, be literate no reaction, no reaction, eat aja use hose he said, use what milk is it" continued the burjo trader.

Dafi only smiled, he knew how difficult Mak Leha used to be, even Dafi had given five hundred thousand rupiah for Mak Leha to trade bread again. Once Dafi pas High School ordered sandwiches to Mak Leha and sold them at school. He doesn't trade bread. At that time, Dafi's thoughts were not profitable for him, but how Mak Leha's efforts could still work. Because the bread is popular, for two years in High School, Dafi trade bread three times a week. Although she did not like Mak Nuha at that time who was suspected as a destroyer of family happiness, Dafi still helped buy school equipment and textbooks for Qeena.

"Dear to like burjos, huh?" burjo trader asked.

"Like Bang" replied Dafi.

"Would you believe that a burjo is more loyal than a couple?" ask burjo traders.

"What time?" dafi said he did not believe.

"The pair is not necessarily always beside us. Try if burjo, within a radius of one kilometer will surely find a coffee shop that provides burjo as a complementary menu, no rarely open 24 hours non stop, try if the pair ... not necessarily 24 hours there is mulu beside us" explained the burjo trader.

"It could be Abang. I also have a Bang. Seirit-iritnya if again the same way couples will certainly come out a good money yes, especially if you ask to shop at the mall and eat at the restaurant, beuhhh must have been so thin wallet. But whatever the content of the bag, just one serving of burjo aja still can we enjoy with out a piece of paper money Prince Diponegoro. So guaranteed to save" continued Dafi.

"Yes also yes Mas .. uh again Mas, if the couple there is a possibility of changing, well the name is also a feeling, who can guess in the future how. Try it if the burjo, want in West Java to East Java the taste of ijo bean porridge is always consistent, so aja" said the burjo trader.

"OK deh Bang, ga kelar-kelar nih we discuss burjo if this continues. I want to go home first, the handyman wants to be done. Thanks for the chat" Dafi said.

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