Honor Behind the Stain
Dawdling

That night, as the emperor prayed Maghrib, he sat in the living room, facing a special table used to teach children to teach.  He still wears clothes like during prayer, black peci combined with long-sleeved white cocoa clothes and sarongs.  

The emperor did not teach, just sat there quietly staring at the empty floor before him.  Usually, children fill the room.  But this time it was empty, none of them showed up.  

Sometimes the Emperor looked at the door.  Keep an eye on the road ahead that is slightly wet by drizzle drizzle flush.

Because of the case that happened to him, bad rumors about him had a bad effect like this.  Even the kids are not coming anymore.  The hearts of children are still innocent, they only understand light things, which of course they certainly do not understand the case that befell the Emperor.  This meant that they were not present at the Emperor's house due to parental restrictions.  

The emperor sighed.  Finally, the sense of happiness at the point of pride as a teacher also faded.  

“Night Lord emperor!” 

The sound of greeting made the Emperor look up, staring at Bik Imar, his assistant Subrata who appeared at the door.  The middle-aged woman was holding the handle of a suitcase.

“Oh, enter Bik!” The Emperor knew immediately that the suitcase Bik Imar was carrying must be Khanza's clothes.  The woman carries all the necessities belonging to the master.

Bik Imar then went inside scrolling the suitcase.

“In that room yes, Bik!” point the Emperor towards the door that can be reached through his current seat.  There were not many rooms in the house, so it was easy to find the room you were looking for.

Shortly thereafter Bik Imar passed away, taking a taxi.

The Emperor's mind again focused on the children who were not present to teach that night, even though the Emperor had announced through the mother of the contract owner that he had started teaching njai again, but not a single child showed up. 

Is this the effect of the name being broken?  Everyone immediately noted him as an inappropriate person to provide education for children.  It's almost entering the schedule, where maybe the children will come at that hour.  The Emperor's hopes for the children's arrival were dashed.

“Excuse me, teacher!” 

The emperor looked up to hear the voice.  He smiled at the handsome little boy standing at the door, wearing a white skullcap with trousers.  In his hand carried an iqro’.

"Can I teach you, Teacher?" The boy threw a smile until his messy rows of teeth were clearly plastered, making the anxious look at him.

"certain. Come inside!" So carried away with joy, the Emperor stood up to pick up the boy. He led the boy in and led him to sit opposite a short table in front of him.

"Kok, alone?  Which friends?" ask Emperor.

"They said they didn't want to teach."

"Sure dong!" The Emperor's smile expanded. 

"Udah. But they refused. He said he can't teach here anymore with his parents. They moved njai's place in Kyai Umar's place."

The Emperor's facial expression instantly changed. This is the weight of the moral burden that must be borne. The emperor could not act indifferent. In fact, his good name is really smeared.

"Dad and your mother didn't forbid you to come here?" The emperor opened the iqra sheet belonging to the boy.

"Guru's a good man, right?"

The Emperor smiled faintly as he rubbed the boy's head wrapped in skullcap. "Mh... Yes already. Don't be influenced by people's talk. Most importantly you are eager to teach and study diligently, then you will be a godly child. It can be obtained from anyone, without having to see who gives you knowledge."

The boy nodded.

They started by reading basmallah.

Just then, Khanza came out of the room, the door of his room was indeed directly connected to the living room. She was wearing elegant modern women's clothing.

In the middle of teaching the little boy to teach, the iris of the Emperor had glanced at Khanza who stepped foot past the room wearing his high heels slippers.  His golden brown hair was freely on his shoulders.  

“Where are you?” reprimand Emperor.

“Go,” Khanza replied no matter.

“It's night.”

“Who said morning?”

“Khanza!”

The Emperor's voice was loud enough to make the little boy who taught him stop reading the hijaiyah, his gaze followed the direction of the emperor, namely the face of Khanza.

“Stop yes!  Don't set me!  I'm not your wife!  We have nothing to do –apa and you have no right to set me!” upset Khanza who felt constrained.

The Emperor rolled his bead in the direction of the little boy before him, gesturing to tell Khanza to be careful when speaking.  The little boy could hear too.  It would be dangerous if he complained about nowhere.

Khanza did not care about the cues given by the Emperor, he continued to pitch until he disappeared from the emperor's sight.

In fact the Emperor was also aware that he had no right to govern the life of the Khanza.  He's no one in Khanza's life.  He was just a stranger who had to be on one roof with that woman.The emperor only felt aiba at the girl he knew, it was not good for a girl to come out these nights.

Maybe for Khanza is used to night walks with his friends, what else is life in this city is not taboo.  But still, the Emperor wanted to remind him because he felt he knew Khanza.

“Come continue!” the Emperor said when he saw the boy in front of him, staring at his face.

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