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58. Accused of Reliability

The kids are gone, they're all home.

"Yes, sir ustad?" tanya Akhmar was trying to be polite.

Ismail was watching the surroundings, everything was in order. 

"Go! And remember, tomorrow there's no need to come here again!" resolute Ismail with a sharp gaze while pointing at Akhmar's face.

"His brother? I'm banned from learning here again, right?" Akhmar wanted to clarify the meaning of Ishmael's words.

"Yes. Don't teach here anymore!" ismail said sarcastically.

"Well, why don't you let Akhmar teach here again?" Zahra who had just appeared and heard the conversation, immediately interfered.

Ishmael looked at his firstborn. "This guy's a delinquent." Ishmael again pointed at Akhmar's face. "The goons don't know themselves. Dangerous."

"Are you saying that?"

"The reality is so. Who can guarantee that these thugs will be converted? He's dangerous, who knows what he means to come here not to teach? But even for something that's not good, whether stealing, whether kidnapping, or anything that's dangerous?" Ishmael fire.

"Sir can see me as an uncivilized thug, but who can guarantee that I am a hijrah?" Akhmar spoke calmly. Trying to take Ishmael's heart with words that appear suddenly in his head.

"Change, people want to hijrah do not be complicated. Whatever Akhmar's intention may it be Akhmar's and Allah's. We can only open up opportunities on the road to good. I can't stop that!" Zahra pleading.

"Learning njai doesn't have to be here. Anywhere you can. Please study elsewhere. Hijrah to choose a place!" Ishmael grumbled.

"That if God opens the way in this place, what is wrong with Akhmar learning here. Elsewhere Akhmar is not necessarily interested. Abah equally prevents people from hijrah," said Zahra softly.

Ishmael felt like he was being judged by his own son, counseled and straightened out. It feels a little embarrassed. His face is slightly red.

"Yes, whatever!" Ismail is not struggling. "But remember yes, you don't mode my son Aiza." Ishmael emphasized his sentence while pointing at Akhmar's face.

If the one who pointed at his face was not Aiza's father, Akhmar would have broken the index. Not very polite. Ask to be respected but do not want to appreciate the young. 

"My intentions are good!" Akhmar still looks calm.

Ishmael stepped away. It was obvious on his face that he did not like Akhmar.

"The spirit to learn njai. Tomorrow can come here again," said Zahra motivates.

Akhmar. His heart brother-in-law has been successfully conquered. 

"Aiza learns Arabic every day what?" akhmar asked, so that he could avoid meeting with Ishmael again. 

"Town wednesday."

Oh... Yes, Akhmar remembers the gripping night when he saved Aiza also on Wednesday.

"good. Thanks much. I'm leaving." Akhmar said goodbye, trying to be as polite as possible.

***

That night Akhmar stepped into the courtyard of his boarding house. He frowned to see a new motorbike perched in front of the house. 

"Mas, it's been a while?" ask Akhmar.

"Lumayan."

"Whose bike is this?" Akhmar stared at the red man's motorcycle.

"Your laptop."

Akhmar frowned again.

"Buy for you. You can wear it to travel. You must have had trouble traveling without a vehicle." Aldan patted his sister's shoulder.

Akhmar breathed. "False Mas. My attention is very much the same."

"This is nothing compared to papa's sacrifice so far. He fought a lot and even risked his life for us. It can't be counted how much sweat, energy and time he's sacrificed."

"Mas, papa doesn't like me. The innards are angry with me. When the hell was papa being nice to me? Never, my mother."

"May you know why?" Aldan stared intensely at his sister's eyes.

Akhmar rolled his eyes. "By the way."

"Papa is always angry with you because papa loves and cares for you. Papa wants you to be a useful child, to be a good and righteous child. Papa was angry because he was straightening the path you took. The question now is, when did you do one little good thing for papa?" Aldan spoke very softly, as well as a shady gaze.

"Will you blame me?"

Aldan sighed. He surrendered. "Yes already. Now you come in. You eat the packaged rice you buy. There is money for you too. Your tuition is already paid."

"Do you know anything about this?" 

Aldan shakes. "Mas did this in secret without papa's knowledge. Whatever happens, you're still my sister."

Akhmar had expected this to be what his brother would do. The man was so understanding. Soft and full of affection. 

"Thanks, Mum."

"May what we give be barokah and facilitated by God so that we can gather again." Again, Aldan patted Akhmar's arm. "Good nights. Be a useful and helpful child. God will make your business easier." Aldan stepped away, got into his car. He pressed the horn and then drove his car away from Akhmar.

Akhmar's gaze was now fixed on a plastic package containing rice wrap. He brought the plastic in. Sitting lesehan on the floor, opening the rice packet. His favorite cave shrimp side dish, there is also a parchment made by his papa. Akhmar pensively stared at the pedal. He honestly missed his cooking. The results of his papa cuisine have their own characteristics that are not owned in any restaurant. Addicting connoisseurs. Even though he was a man, he was skilled and skilled in cooking.

Akhmar chews parchment. Somehow it felt stuck in the neck when he swallowed it. He remembered his papa, also remembered the meaning of his papa. 

No matter, Akhmar continued his meal until it ran out.

A notification went into his hape. Money coming in from Aldan. Aldan did everything for his survival.

Akhmar is determined that tomorrow he will have to find a job. He does not want to depend on his brother. Life is not always sweet, when his brother is in trouble, then he can not lean life on his brother. After all, he left the house not to tenderize on the older brother, but to show that he could also live without the compassion of others.

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