Gold And Diamond
PART 7 "Mother's Dream"

Their voices are so noisy. Gedebum sound shoes down the stairs suddenly timid. The students rushed out of the classroom shortly after the break bell rang. The school canteen was definitely crowded. It's time for lunch and dinner.

Kala's stomach rumbling. Math lessons make Kala very bored and hungry. He can't wait to end soon. Right after the bell rang, he hurriedly caught his breath. Put his head on the table and close his eyes.

"La, is our milad event rousing? There was a rich product booth yesterday, right?"

Mela added. "Adain, La. Not fun if it's not that."

Ruma shook Kala's arm. "La, La, yesterday's per class making a booth. Bener said Mela. It won't be fun."

"I'm, anyway, ngarepnya milad this year more festive. Our principal just changed. Last year there was no August event, uh this year there was. Seneng dong kids. Yeah, right?"

"I'm dizzy, Ra. I'll make a deposit, but there's no preparation. Laper too. But, sleepy pol." Kala raised her face slowly.

"Your approval is many?" Mela asked.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Alhamdulillah. Could have saved a lot this month."

"Many as well." Kala held both cheeks.

"Is there a stan?" Nara repeated her question.

"There was. The difference is the same last year there will be a study of the Quran and literacy. The teachers are also on stand. Milad time is longer. Four days. The booth will open until the mall. But, don't know if there's any change."

"intriguing. Let the teachers not be spectators, right. Exclaim definitely. And by the way, who's that study? The show at the mosque?" ask Mela.

"Plan on the mosque. But, I think I'll be ngusulin in the hall. More widely."

"But, it's more adorable in the mosque, La." Nara protest.

"It depends on which one is approved. His name is Gus Omar..."

"Awhile..." Ruma cut Kala's sentence. "From Pondok Mahbubah, right?"

Kala looked at Ruma and nodded.

"Sip. Cool it. I'm demen same as his studies. Yesterday at seven dozen evening prayers, he said. If he is not wrong to come with the driver, what is his son. What's the name..mm.bentar..."

Three people waited for Ruma to finish talking.

"Umar what who. Forgot me."

"Do you know?" ask Kala.

"Significant. At my house for the banquet."

Kala's gaze shifted out of the classroom. Sharif. Then, walk a few steps forward, leaning against the door frame.

Ruma and Mela looked over there. Mela scolded, then spontaneously said, "Yaelah, Rif, your rich boyfriend style Kala aja lu."

"You want a snack?" Sharif showed something in his hand.

"Now. Just throw it away." Ruma held out both hands.

Hup! On target.

Mela and Ruma hurriedly opened it.

"Kala, La, mayan we got mangroves. Laper is lu. Eat it!" whispered Mela.

Sharif. Standing next to Nara.

"In exchange I want to pinch Kala for a moment."

Ruma and Mela suddenly stopped chewing.

"No way" said Mela.

"By what?" tanya Kala was not excited.

"Our future" he said.

Too sleepy to joke around. Last night he was able to sleep at half-three to help Vey who got a package order at the hand of a proposal from the next door neighbor.

"After the break I have to deposit, Rif. By what?"

"Rif, he doesn't want to" said Mela again.

"Bawel you." Syarif who sometimes jail hit Mela with a hilt komoceng.

Ruma whispered, "Mel, you are originally with Sharif, right? Ngaku. I know." Ruma giggles.

"Astag." Mela's response later. He hit Ruma's thigh until she screamed. He threatened with his eyes.

"Well, if you want me to talk here. I asked for their opinion." Sharif circulated his gaze to Mela, Nura, and Ruma while sitting down.

"You don't agree at the lecture later..."

"The Parassehan, Ra."

"Mau sarasehan, njai literacy, everything is true. It is actually richer than coffee. Chat relaxed. The school acoustic band. You agree that on that show Kala is the MC?"

"Agreed," answered the three of them compactly.

"OKAY. I want to." Kala thrust his head into the table.

"Sip. Single-minded, La?"

"No" answered Kala Ketus.

"Ikhlasin. Okay. I'm goin. Thank's, La."

"Yaaaaa."

Speciality classes are featured, after breaks on Mondays and Thursdays, all students are required to deposit at Bu Maria and Mr. Malik until the four-hour school-full return hour. If summed up, the entire student of the pre-eminent children of religion there are one hundred and five.

Alone on the stairs. Covering his face with the Koran as it spread from page to page. The turn is long. He struggled to hold back the sleepiness while continuing to try to reason. Once twice his rote suddenly jumped into another juz because he was left to sleep unknowingly. Only the mother's face can make her aware. Aware of the fact that no one else can give him encouragement, except himself.

In the past, he could complain whenever he wanted. Leaning back on her comfortable lap, she would wipe her hair and say, "You have to be strong, baby." Then, as she grew sobbing, she would let her cry until there were no more tears. Mom would patiently wait for him to finish crying, then ask, "What's wrong?" But now everything is so different.

Only the wind will wipe away the tears. Only memories will stop the sedu-sedu. Only the mother's shadow would embrace her heart. Only mother's word will soften her anger. Mother and all memories are the best antidote for the abandoned Kala.

"Love you one."

"Love you two."

"Love you three."

"Love you more, dear."

She looked at her mother's face when she got the cue to get closer to her mother's lips.

"The real memorandum, honey. We meet in God's heaven. Love you's. Always be fine!" his mother said while tucking. Before finally the sentence after that made Kala almost lose all her strength and tears.

Kala was called. He is not so sure whether the tasmi exam' one juz will be smooth.

"Mother pray for me, Buk," Kala said as she walked.

Mela and Ruma both raised their hands. Ganbate.

Until graduating twelfth grade, Kala wants to become the best tahfiz graduate with the title of mutqin rote. That was the promise he had to keep - memorize twenty juz as per target.

"La, Kala?" Ruma called.

"What?"

"graduated, yeah. Later let's buy the mangkpau Syarif."

Ruma and Mela giggled. Kala also throbbed.

An hour later. Out of class with a normal face. Mela and Ruma who had been testing a few days ago compactly frowned.

"How's the test?"

"Just be it."

"But, said Miss Maria pass no?" Mela's worried.

"Graduate, but I'm not marem. Not as expected."

"Yes that. We are too. Isn't that right, Rum?"

"Hoo.oh. I got a 75. Fitting."

"How many you?" ask Mela.

"Eight five."

"Eh, eight five is good. Grateful, La. I'm eighty."

"I need a vacation. Pengen. Take me where that is?"

Mela and Ruma fell silent. Thinks.

"Ngafe Sunday, yuk! How's it? Don't spend your money, La?" Ruma.

"Mmmm...." Kala did not immediately agree.

"I am the one who treats it." Mela, the most generous of friends.

"I'll take a look, yeah. I'll be notified later. I can't feel it too. Camping or something like that."

"Eee since when do you like camping?"

"No, Mel. Suddenly a thought. We're in a lot."