OLD LOVE HAS NOT BEEN LOST (CLBK)
Guidance Learning Created

The more days children who are tutoring learn with Dipta more and more. To the extent that his house was no longer accommodating every time learning arrived. Therefore they were finally created for the time and day according to the level of his class.

Tutoring Dipta did not do any promotion at all. It's just that a lot of people hear word of mouth. Then there are many stories that children who study there on average get a top ten ranking in their class.

He was also never once set a fee for each child. His intention from the beginning was only to help. Trouble has been giving him that thank-you note lately.

Usually Dipta accepts if anyone loves him an envelope with payment money but he never once asked them. Thankful that most of them are aware and took the initiative to give Dipta the payment.

There are even those whose rice fields each harvest gives Dipta rice in exchange for not being able to give him payment every month. And he accepted it with pleasure.

Although he once refused his gift, because he knew that the family must also need it most. But they insist on still wanting Dipta to accept his gift.

Dipta's tutoring has been active for the past six months. Perhaps there Allah made it easy for him to continue to give his knowledge in order to gain the blessing in it.

The captors of children who study at the Dipta house are heard by community leaders who are in the area.

He was a kindly ustadz and always helped others who needed help.

The Ustadz heard the complaints of his son who participated in tutoring at the Dipta house.

"Abi, Alya likes to learn with A Dipta but Alya is not comfortable because his children are many and A Dipta's house becomes increasingly narrow," complained Alya to his brother who had just returned from the mosque.

"Oh so yeah. Or Alya wants Abi to register for tutoring at a special institution? Who has his own class," hail his ashes.

"No need to Bi. Alya likes to learn the same A Dipta," whined the eleven-year-old boy.

"Lha continues Abi should how dong?" asked his brother confused. Soon his wife came from the kitchen and entered the conversation. Because he had already heard all of their conversations from the kitchen.

"Just help the Dipta Bi."

"Help how Mi?"

"We will have an empty contract near the house of Dipta."

"Continue?" asked Abinya confused.

"Yes we just lend Dipta to open tutoring there. Lagian Dipta was his good son, pious, and diligent to pray five times to the mosque," said his wife eagerly.

"Yes too! He is also an orphan" said the ustadz to his wife.

"Well, he's an orphan. It is our duty to help him. In the past when he was a child, Dipta did not serve the same Umi, so Umi knew exactly its nature. Although a bit nosy as his friend but he's a good son never physically hurt his friend. His grammar from small is also good and polite," explained his wife at length.

"OK deh Mi, accompany Abi to Dipta's house now huh?" pinta the ustadz to his wife.

"Alya come with Bi?" pinta Alya while smiling witfully.

"Why do you want to come?" ask abinya.

"Alya wants to buy a clack in Bu Asih. Hehe." Alya answered still with her funny smile.

"Ah you are a carpenter!" His ashes pinched his nose with anxiety.

"Can you Abi?" the door again with a glass.

"Yes can. We'll just walk!" sahut.

"OK," timpal wife and son compact.

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"Ustadz Irfan, kumaha damang?" ask his mother Dipta to ask the news of the ustadz and his family.

"Good God."

"Please sit Mr. Ustad and Mr. Ustadzah" his mother Dipta said, inviting them to sit down.

"Yes, thank you." They sit in the guest chair.

"Where's Neng Alya? It seemed to be coming" asked his mother Dipta.

"That's waiting at the Bu Asih stall he said he wanted to snack on seblak ceker," replied his umya Alya.

"But then, Mom made it because there is something I want to talk about with Mom and Created." Hearing what he wanted to talk about, Dipta became confused and worried. Do not Ustadz Irfan would complain because the value of Alya did not rise.

"Oh yes. What's up, Ustadz?" Ask Bu Asih.

"First of all I want to thank Dipta for teaching Alya, our daughter in learning the general lesson. Thankfully there has been an increase in some of his academic grades. Then the second, I want Dipta to accept my offer," explained Mr. Ustadz at length.

"What is Mr Ustadz offering?" ask Dipta confused.

"I want Dipta use my empty contract next to the Ceu Ipit house to be used as a teaching Dipta class. According to Alya's story. The children that are being taught are many. So I seem to conclude that Dipta needs a wider place to accommodate them. How's it?"

Hearing the kindness of Ustadz Irfan offered his contract to teach Dipta as if it were getting raining in the summer. Because if Dipta can be honest, his house is not worthy to be a place of tutoring because it is too narrow.

"This is serious Mr Ustadz?"

"Yes or Dipta. My time is joking. I seem to be joking, right?" cane ustadz Irfan to her.

"Hehe... No Ustadz, "the laughter of Dipta is ashamed.

"Where was the Creator?" this time it was Ustadzah Mila who asked.

"Keep paying the rent how's Ustadz?" asked Bu Asih innocently.

"No need to be Ma'am Asih. That's me just lending instead of renting," Ustadz Irfan replied with a smile.

"Created to thank Mr. Ustadz and Mr. Ustadzah for his kindness. May God always give blessings to Mother and Father Ustadz. Aamiin," said Dipta with teary eyes. I don't know why he feels people are so nice to him. He also remembered Mr. Herman, his former homeroom teacher who really wanted to pay half of Dipta's tuition fee. Now the teacher taught him when he was a child who kindly lent him his contract.

Ustadz Irfan immediately took the key from his pocket and gave it to Dipta. Soon they came home after drinking a cup of sweet tea served by Keysha and left Alya who was still waiting for his order.

While being happy to receive the kindness of Irfan ustadz, suddenly fifteen minutes later came again two guests. A sweet mother and daughter.

"Assalamualaikum Mamah Keysha." Greetings mom is friendly.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh Mamah Shakila. When did you come from Jakarta? Come on in. - Come in."

Hearing the name Shakila called Dipta's heart immediately began to beat irregularly. He was in his room holding the contract key. So he very clearly heard the name Shakila called by his mother.

Is there any need for Shakila to be with her mother here? Somehow since the incident that afternoon when Shakila talked about her childhood story made Dipta so embarrassed himself to remember it.

Dipta himself confused why his emotions are always unstable if he meets Shakila?

The look in the girl's eyes pierced into his deepest heart!

Will Shakila do the same thing as when she had lunch at her home a few months ago?

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