While waiting for Hilda to come home from school, Fajar suddenly remembered the conversation he had with his mother last night.
"If it's true that Agus is my brother, thank God we can finally get together again," Fajar muttered while holding his chin.
It had been years since the two brothers had been separated. In the past, every time Fajar wanted to visit Agus at his grandfather's house, Mrs. Hartini always stopped him. For some reason, Mrs. Hartini never gave a definite reason.
Even before Fajar left for France, Agus never knew about it. Never mind asking his mom or dad, just listening to the comparisons between himself and Fajar, Agus has no appetite to talk.
Until the age of Agus and Fajar who are no longer elementary school children, Mr. Ferdian and Mrs. Hartini are still with their old habits. In fact, Agus and Fajar are two different people. They are great with their respective advantages. And this was only realized by Mrs. Hartini when she heard statements from mothers at Aunty Sri's stall at that time.
"Let me ask Irma. Maybe she knows about it." Suddenly Fajar found an idea.
He then immediately took a flat object that was in the pocket of the thick jacket he was wearing. Then, his fingers skillfully danced on the alphabet board. Touch the letters one by one until a sentence appears on the conversation board.
The morning air was still as usual, cold. This of course makes most people choose to stay in their respective homes. Warm up in front of the stove while enjoying a cup of tea and a plate of bread.
However, it is certainly different from the workers, who even in the cold weather ... they still have to work. Fighting laziness when dealing with cold weather.
[Irma ... you must be familiar with the one whose name is Agus, right? Your friend will be going to France with you. Can you tell us a little about Agus's figure?] One message was successfully sent by Fajar via roomchat on the green application with the telephone receiver in the middle.
Fajar put his hope in Irma at that time. Where will he be able to find the identity of Agus meant by his mother on the phone?
After thinking about that, Fajar then looked around. Looking at every inch of God's greatness presented around him.
"It's really nice to be able to do activities like this again," Fajar muttered as he watched the birds pecking on the food on the streets.
The beating in front of his rented house made him even more anxious about his surroundings. He didn't want that painful incident to happen to him again. Which, when it is hit, his body will feel pain everywhere. In fact, he could only lay down on the hospital bed.
Fajar also doesn't want it to continue. Because, it could endanger the lives of people who are nearby, including Hilda ... the girl who incidentally does not know anything about all the problems that exist. And thank God, for now his situation is much safer. This is because the perpetrator and his agent have been caught and will be on trial.
Long waiting for a reply from Irma, Fajar clearly looks so bored. Occasionally glance at the watch worn on his left hand. There, listed numbers are equipped with short and long hands, as well as a red hand as a seconds counter. At 11.00, that means Hilda will be home soon.
Fajar was right, five minutes later, Hilda was waving her hand in front of the school gate. Then, the man who had been just sitting there immediately stood up.
"Ah ... it feels too tired to sit around all the time," said Fajar while holding his slightly sore waist.
It was none other than sitting too long. Moreover, sitting is only focused on one object or one activity.
When he tried to move his hips, it turned out that Hilda was already running towards him. His face is still radiant like the sun that always illuminates the earth. It's beautiful to look at.
"Why, Uncle?" Hilda asked with a curious look on her face.
Fajar, who did not know the arrival of the little girl, jumped slightly in surprise. He just grimaced in response to Hilda's question.
"This lack of exercise for sure," guessed Hilda who was absolutely right.
While being treated at the hospital, Fajar was unable to carry out his routine sports activities. Apparently, the effect of lying down for too long he really felt at that time. All of his muscles were probably still a little stiff. So, when you want to be actively moved, there will be a little resistance that ends in pain like that.
"Just go slowly, Uncle, it's okay," said Hilda, who was trying to lead the man to a public transportation stop.
Like it or not, Fajar had to keep walking at that time. He couldn't possibly let his beloved little girl wait too long. Because, he knew that the girl must have been tired of her study activities.
To ignore the pain in his waist, Agus also tried to make small talk with Hilda. Usually, the little girl would tell a lot about the experience that was carried out in the class earlier.
"Happy school?" asked Fajar while still holding his waist.
Hilda smiled at the question.
"It's fun. There are some new materials that are a bit difficult. So, his brain has been busy thinking about it, Uncle!" said the little girl who deliberately made a joke.
However, a second later his expression turned somewhat sad.
"But, a friend of mine didn't come in. I don't know, no information was given to Hilda's teacher." She spoke seriously. It was as if the friend he was talking about was his best friend at school.
Fajar then frowned. He seemed to be listening seriously.
"Who?" Fajar tried to give a response so that Hilda told something that might still be stuck in her heart.
"Brian, my friend who had a fight with me yesterday," said Hilda with an increasingly sad expression on her face.
She seemed to feel guilty for Brian. Although he didn't really know the exact reason for his absence that morning. She was only afraid that Brian would be offended and angry when he was punished by the Teacher.
"Hilda was afraid, she didn't come in for fear of being scolded by the Teacher," the girl continued again.
Fajar, who had been listening to the story, was trying to digest one by one the sentences that came out of Hilda's lips.
"He was the one who bullied you that time?" asked Fajar, who was guessing.
Hilda, who felt that she had never told Fajar about it, spontaneously raised her head towards Fajar's face. In his mind, there was a glimmer of question about where did Fajar know this?
"How did you know?" Instead of answering the question earlier, Hilda actually asked Fajar something else.
Fajar who remembers that it wasn't Hilda who told him spontaneously patted his forehead. Then, he explained everything to the little girl, so she wouldn't misunderstand or anything.
"Ohh ... from father." Hilda responded to Fajar's explanation with a slightly relieved look on her face.
At that time, Hilda still didn't want to tell the man who was walking hand in hand with her. Because, if he tells a lot of stories, surely the wound in his heart will be torn apart again.
"Actually, Brian wasn't wrong to say that to me, Uncle. It's true that Aunt Livie was caught in a case yesterday," said Hilda, who seemed to be defending a child who was wrong to say things that hurt other people's hearts.
Fajar did not respond with a word. He was still waiting for a follow-up story from the girl whose gaze was straight on the road he was passing.
On the other hand, Fajar is very proud to see the child grow up with all the good things. Whether it's sincerity, fortitude, also maturity.
'This little boy already has such a big heart. Om is proud of you, Hilda,' Fajar thought while stroking Hilda's head gently.
To be continued ....