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38. NANDIS

We waited very hard. The mother still did not answer.

"Awhile, son. O yes, that boy has something to do with you?"

"Yes, Mom, she's my sister." I'm the one who answered. The mother stood up and went into the house. A moment later came out again carrying a large stack of books.

"Mom wants to look around the records first. Usually everything is on the record."

"Good, Mom." We kept quiet, patiently waiting. The mother began to open the notes. Poor thing is, the notebook that had to be opened and checked there were five books. One book is good enough.

"Well, this is like it." Just for a moment, the mother had already found the note. Randi and I looked at each other. Strange, that's how quickly the data was found. Though looking for it does not use a computer or similar tools. Randi glanced at me, then glanced at the front page of one of the books. I also noticed what Randi looked at. Oh well deserved. I understand now why she was so quick to find the data I asked for. On the front page of each book listed so many years until so. Perhaps the first step, the mother estimated my age. Then look for the data in the book that matches my age estimate. Obviously, she is smart in her field. So don't make those of us who need his help wait a long time.

"This, it's on the record. Boy, 17 months old. Name's Nandi. Nandi is healthy and normal. Nandi Submitted by Grandma Sumi. Grandma gave up Nandi's care at the parlor. It's just that grandma mandated to include a box of toothpicks, wherever Nandi was taken away, if one day a family adopted him." I looked at Randi. My brother's name is Nandi, one letter different from Randi. Randi I saw a laugh. Basic Randi, being serious so you can still joke.

"The name looks like my name, Wil. Grandma cheated on my mom like she was. Just try one letter. Hehe." Randi smelled a smile.

"Hush." I pinched Randi's hand. She smiled to see us joking.

"I'm sorry, Mom. My brother likes to joke."

"Ga nothing, son. I'm also happy to joke around."

"Then how, Mom. My brother is still here?" There is worry in this heart. I hope my brother is still here.

"On the record, your brother was adopted by a family when he was two."

"May we know the family's address, ma'am?" The mother looked at me, clingy.

"Grandmother told me that grandma gave up Nandi's care entirely at the parlor. Then grandma also said that if one day someone will adopt Nandi, no need to ask grandma's permission again."

"So grandma has really sincerely handed Nandi to the best home or family that will adopt Nandi. The family is an amazing family. The family asked the orphanage to keep their address forever, to keep everything. Let Nandi not need to know at any time that he's an adopted child." There was pain in this heart hearing the mother's explanation. So I'm never gonna be able to meet my brother?

"Please say yes, son." We nodded. Trying to understand and understand.

"We say yes, Mom. Thanks for everything."

"Let's keep your numbers. Who knows, there will be the latest development from Nandi's new family. I'll tell you guys later." It could be that this mother made our eyes sparkle a little more. We give you our HP number.

Our.

We went home, until the market stopped.

"I'll call Mr. Samsudin Ran soon."

One call, two, three, four. The fourth call Mr. Samsudin answered,

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir."

"Wa'alaikum Salam, Boss. How is it, what's wrong?"

"This, Sir. Tomorrow the children of the sun come. 19 people. At home the bed will be enough, sir?"

"That's the result of what home?" Mr. Samsudin asked about my brother.

"It's been adopted, sir."

"Adoption family address?"

"secretised. Everyone agreed like that."

"Absolutely got no leaks?"

"O that's it."

"About what mattress, Pa."

"Udah is easy. Stayed phone. It will also be sent by the store."

"O that, Pa?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes already. Yes, Pa."

"Be careful when you get home."

"Yes. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum Salam."

"Ran, mumpung again in the market, we are shopping for some clothes yuk. For the children."

"Agree, Wil. Come onl. I was happy that shopping to be loved was like that. Like the time for Opik, it feels very happy. Moreover, just look at Opik happily accept his clothes. How does that feel." Randi enthusiastic.

"Yes, Ran. We should be grateful, God moves our hearts to share easily. And we feel great happiness when we share. There is a loh, which is already given sufficiency by God, but his heart is closed to sharing. Naudzubillah." Randi. We're coming to the market soon. Choose clothes and pants for kids. Because they are almost the same size as Opik, we so easily choose the size of the clothes for them. The price is cheaper, because the purchase is per dozen.

"That's a lot of money, Wil?"

"This is the money that Mr. Samsudin gave us when we went to Bandung. There's a lot of the rest. If it's not enough, there's an ATM." I swerved towards Randi. Randi pushed me while laughing.

"Yes-yes.great you, Wil. Rich people. Rich Acep boss, hahaha."

"Hush. Slowly tau. Shame on." Randi shut her mouth. Some people around looked at us. Ah base Randi. Invite people's attention.

We bought a lot of things. T-shirt 3 dozen. With three size options, about the size of a dozen Opics, over a dozen Opics, under a dozen Opics. Shirt koko 2 dozen. 2 Dozen pants. Gloves a dozen. girls clothes a dozen. prayer mat 2 dozen. mukena a dozen children. The shop owner was happy not to play. Maybe the father did not expect that someone would buy his trade this much.

"What's this much shopping for, De? Selling?" The father teased us. Lips smile.

"No, sir."

"Lohs. These are kids clothes. Which is definitely not for use this ade-ade right? Hehe. You are curious."

"Hehe. Make the children the sun, sir." Randi answered. The father's forehead was wrinkled. Randi realized, the father did not know about the children of the sun.

"That, Sir. Street kids. We God willing will take care of the street children."

"Subhanallah... Allah Akbar. Street boy de?"

"Yes, Sir. Please pray, sir."

"Yes Allah... De. Is this young person capable of taking care of street children?" His hands were busy wiping his tears. She cried. Some people around us wiped their tears.

"This, De. I leave this for the children of the sun. Don't be rejected." The father added a peci child to our groceries.

"Oh my God, sir. Sorry to be a hassle."

"Ga's a hassle, De. You're proud of you guys. The healthy ones keep on, son."

"Aamiinu. Thank you, sir."

"I also put this on, De. Me also. Me also. This is a clip, de. Me either. This is from dad yes. Mother also titip this, teteh also yes, de. This is a big titip..." Allah Akbar. Randi and I became stunned, some sales people came to us, giving things to give to the children of the sun. Their faces look so happy.