Ustad Or Alkash?
Philanthropy
Sunday, the weekend day that every school student or even a private employee looks forward to. The city of Bandung is always crowded as usual, especially at various tourist points. Some people do spend their days off shopping or even just taking a walk.
People go back and forth in their own vehicles.
Cussing at each other is common if the vehicle in front of them is not immediately there are signs to plug in the gas when the traffic lights turn green. Yeah, thats. They certainly reasoned not to linger in the streets are very boisterous. Especially for those who ride motorcycles. Getting to the destination is the main thing.
They certainly still have a fate line to be grateful for. Because what? Because not a few who have a pretty hard life line. Like street children who are busking, selling mineral water, selling newspapers, and others in the red light.
Yeah, Andin's been watching them since. Minors who sell in the heat of the sun and also vehicles that are very dangerous to them if they are not careful. A very hard life for them, by offering their wares to every vehicle that was stopped because of the red light.
They wear shabby clothes with the occasional wiping of dripping sweat and begin to seep in their shabby shirts.
They even suffered a fate far more miserable than mine. But behold, they review the smile that is not contrived when their merchandise is bought.
What they should be doing at their age now is learning and continuing to learn. Ahh, of course the economic circumstances that make them have to grow into such hard workers.
Andin came to the street children who were seen patting on the sidewalk with occasional sips of large mineral water alternately after the traffic lights turned green.
"Hi, kids. Is my arrival bothering you?" (asked Andin by commenting on a very sweet smile)
"Sister, of course not." (one of them spoke up)
"Have you guys eaten?"
Andin asked back to the nine street children who were in front of him.
"We haven't bought a sak yet, our money is still not enough to buy a pack of rice. Not to mention the deposit that must be there every day for our lawyers."
Even filling a small stomach with a mouthful of rice they are always confused for every day? Then what about me who even stayed to tell mamah what I want to eat then all the servants in the house will make with all their love? What's wrong with me? Why does my heart feel torn to shreds hearing the words of their innocent lips?
"Ehmm, how about I treat you to a meal? What are you going to eat this lunch for?" (asked Andin excitedly)
Their eyeballs look very sparkling, of course because they will get a free meal this afternoon without having to collect any more spare change after resting. But not with any of them. It was possible that he was older than them, around the fourth grade of elementary school.
"Thank you in advance, brother, but we will not accept anyone's mercy to us."
Answer the oldest of them, it makes the others immediately pursed their lips to resist disappointment. Because honestly they had indeed endured the hunger that shook her small stomach since earlier.
"Ah, of course, not because I pity. I made a pledge when the announcement of the exam to the major yesterday will treat small children. But I just realized that I don't have any children. Ah come on please, help me keep my promise this time, will you?" (andin said by bowing his hands in front of his chest)
For a moment the children looked at each other and said..
"Okay, brother, thank you in advance."
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Famous restaurants in Bandung..
Two tables that You have ordered lined up, one table for five boys and one table for five girls are included with Andin. A few pairs of eyes that looked towards the table were seen frowning their brows as implying..
"What are those bum kids doing in this expensive restaurant?"
"Can they afford to pay for a piece of tissue they use to wipe their lips?"
Stop your useless gazes! Otherwise, I'll poke both of your eyes with a fork!
Just like the security guard in front of the restaurant. He arrested the children who were about to enter the restaurant. But then Andin suddenly had a way to show Andin's business card from the Raharga Family. And immediately after that, the security guard immediately apologized and pleaded with Andin not to report the incident to Mr. Arga. Andin only replied with a wry smile that made the security guard grew worried that the incident would make him lose his job as a security guard.
The waiter handed the food and drink menu to the two tables that Andin had ordered. They seem confused by all the food items in the menu, of course, because they can't read the name of the food.
Finally, Andin decided to choose all the best menus in the restaurant. While waiting for the food to come, they were busy chatting to and fro with Andin. A little laughter accompanied by a dislike gaze from some other restaurant visitors.
Of course the gazes of those who did consider themselves clean and holy.
Hmh! Because of this in a public place, I can still hold my anger against you! Otherwise, you will receive my anger because of the ugly look you are looking at these innocent children!
"Nahh, the food is coming. Let's eat as much as you guys, if later less can be added. Don't be shy." (said Andin)
"Okay, thank you very much."
Answer them compactly by directly raiding the food that has been served by the waiter that makes Andin smile back.
They seem to eat very well. Ahh, if only the occurrence of street children in this country is no longer there.
The meal with the street children was finally over, all the children praised the food which was truly amazing when it collided with their tongues. They also showered prayers to Andin, who had bought lunch in a luxurious place and also gave many sheets of paper money that had been rejected but Andin begged to receive it.
"Thank you for the prayers of all of you, children."
It was getting late, I had to get to the dormitory before the Maghreb roared.
Andin walked quickly to the online motorcycle he had booked, then headed to the dorm with a happy heart after meeting the street children.
On the other hand, Andin is still not aware of today's activities with children being watched by a pair of eyes that are smiling sweetly.
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Finally Andin arrived at the dormitory at 17:40, all the friends in the dorm were getting ready to congregate to the mosque. Of course Andin must immediately follow the others with a lightning bath, take ablution and then wear white mukena with light blue embroidery patterned flowers make Andin's face look shining even without any polish. He immediately went to the mosque alone. Because Meta, his best friend has also left him.
Andin slightly accelerated his pace without looking back, there was a man who was not far from him. Entai.
The congregational prayers were over, some remained in the mosque, and some returned to the rooms. Andin and Meta chose to return to the room.
"Ndin, do you know who was the imam of Maghrib in the mosque?" (said Meta)
"Who?" (andin replied not interested at all)
"My idiot I told you about yesterday is Ndin!"
"Yes, that's really cool." (the answer is flat so that Meta doesn't discuss the moral teacher anymore)
"I ask for your blessing, yes Ndin, I am sure that one day I and Ustad will be a match." (said Meta again)
What the fuck?! Don't ask my blessing! Because you don't need my blessing. Pursue your old man there!
"Yes yes, I approve of you. May you be fooled."
"Aaaaa thanks Andin my best friend, you're so nice. Thank you for encouraging me." (said Meta with hugging Andin)
Let go of your silly embrace, Met! Because all I can hold my body is my mom, Aunt Helen, and my handsome stiff! Aaaa, why are you tightening your arms so much! I'm really short of breath!
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