Madina is Not a Haram Child
Dreamy

4 Years have passed, and,

Now Puspa and Madina live a quiet life without interference from anyone, along with Mr. Mamat and Bu Fatimah, Madina became a smart and adorable child.

"Next year Madina goes to school, son?"

Ask Bu Fatimah at Puspa.

Puspa did not expect if the child he defended wholeheartedly, now grown up, Madina had begun to ask a lot what is this? Whereabouts? Wh why? And so forth.

Puspa also remembered the mother, Nina and the family wa Hannah in Cimahi, because until now he still does not know if wa Hannah and Mr. Aaron are dead because of a major landslide at that time.

Puspa began looking for contact information to contact his mother, because he had not heard from her for a long time.

"Nina, yes I should try to call Nina"

Thought Puspa was trying to find Nina's number in his little book.

Nina's number was written in the booklet, but maybe because it had been too long, Nina's number was no longer active.

Puspa finally decided to send a letter by post to inform his parents.

"Mom, Madina wants to go to school with you?"

Little Madina had asked to want to go to school with Puspa, feeling overwhelmed by the request of the child, Puspa did not wait for anything to decide it all.

When Puspa heard Madina asking for school, he went straight into the room to bring the registration money.

"Let's go to school, I'll enroll you in the same school as you, Rani, okay"

Puspa's answer made Madina very happy.

"Hore Madina wants to go to school, hooray"

Madina cheered happily, like a child who just got a gift, Madina ran around Puspa with her joyful laughter.

Mr. Mamat and Bu Fatimah came, they were happy to see Madina happy.

"What makes my granddaughter so happy?"

Ask Mr. Mamat while carrying him, by giving a biscuit Mr. Mamat kissed little Madina.

Puspa also said that Madina was very happy because she would go to school,

"Oh Alhamdulillah, so Madina wants to go to school, let grandma buy her bags and shoes?"

Said Ms. Fatimah who was elated and enthusiastic about Madina's school.

Puspa had rejected Bu Fatimah's offer to buy school goods for Madina, because she could also give it, but Bu Fatimah did not want to accept Puspa's refusal, because for any chance, she could give it, Madina already she considered like her own granddaughter.

After giving up, he could not argue with people who loved Madina.

They are very happy too.

...

Puspa and Madina now arrive at the school that Madina wants, located not too far from her home, just by foot, 10 - 15 minutes have also arrived.

Go to the registration room,

"Whose son's name is Ma'am?"

"Ameena nur Madina, her nickname is Madina"

At first glance Puspa's memory was fixed on Zulham who helped him give that name to Madina.

"Zulham, how are you doing now, if you knew Madina had grown up?"

Puspa said when he remembered Zulham.

"Yes, then his father's name?"

The question of the teacher who made Puspa's heart beat irregularly,

Puspa was immediately speechless when he heard the question about the name of the father.

What should he tell the teacher.

"What is that Dad, Mom?"

Madina asked plainly to the teacher.

Hearing the question, the teacher was touched and understood the state of Madina and Puspa, so that the teacher did not proceed to fill out the Madina registration form.

"Alright then, Madina can just go to class, but do not be the same mama, Madina must study independently okay"

"I'm sorry Mom, Madina doesn't know about her father"

Puspa apologizes to the teacher for the lack of Madina form filling.

The teacher who thought Madina's father was gone, didn't mind everything Madina asked him earlier.

" Yes Ma'am Puspa, I understand, sometimes we have to be quiet or even lie to keep our children feeling, "

Said the teacher named Bu Ria.

"Well then, you can sign here, and complete all the identities of Madina who missed ya ma'am, I have to go to class for a while, don't forget to fill it with her father's name "

Furthermore, the teacher who then passed left Puspa in the registration room.

Puspa returned to the dilemma of filling in Madina's father's name, whose name she should write in this column, there was no way she would list her name in both mother and father's columns.

"Oh my God, what should I do?"

Puspa finally wrote the name Zulham in the column name Madina's father.

"I'm sorry mommy son, I was forced to lie to you just to fill this question, "

...

Puspa saw Madina look very happy when entering the classroom, the teacher's mother was friendly and unpretentious, making Madina more comfortable studying there.

"Hopefully you can be a smart kid"

Hope Puspa for Madina.

Puspa waited outside with other parents, because they could not go to class, feared the child could not learn independently.

But those who are still embarrassed and afraid there are also those who are still accompanied by their parents.

"The numbers are good yes, just entered directly want to go to the class itself"

Ask Bu Fitri one of the student guardians.

Puspa smiled and was proud of Madina.

The hour came home from school, when all the students came home, some guardians began to come to pick up their children.

"Mother..."

Shouted Madina with her cheerful smile.

Puspa immediately hugged Madina.

"How was school, son?"

"Madina really likes Mom, Madina has a lot of new friends, new teacher mother, sing together, jog along with her tree exclaimed Mom"

Madina answered who could not stop her answer because she was so happy and enjoyed her study.

Seeing Madina who was enthusiastic to learn, Puspa finally invited Madina to go to the market to buy her school supplies, uniforms, stationery and others.

"Assyik ye we want to go to the market, ma'am, Madina wants to buy a new doll, Mom, new clothes, same new sandals, ma'am"

The soul of the little boy who was excited at being invited to the market also appeared in the soul of Madina who wanted this much, Puspa only replied with his sincere smile.

They finally rushed to the market, but when they stepped, suddenly heard from behind calling the name Puspa.

"Puspa"

The tone of voice that is familiar to Puspa's ears, but who knows, Puspa also tried to turn to the source of the voice that called him, but there was no one.

"What am I, how could anyone here know me,".

Puspa's heart did not find the person who called him.

And for once again

"Puspa "

The sound of footsteps approached them.

And when Puspa turned his back, he couldn't believe that the person he wrote on Madina's form was standing in front of him.

"You.."

"Am I not dreaming? Is this really you Puspa"

The tall body was now really in front of Puspa, his arm tried to hold Puspa's shoulder to make sure if the woman in front of him was indeed Puspa.