Lailatulqadar (Song of Missing For Fathers)
Chapter 17

"Aren't we going to take a picture of Dad?" qadar asked when she came home from school and now Laila stopped the angkot.

Whereas previously they planned to walk to find crowded places where people could easily find the leaflets they brought. Soon they would meet Sharif, their father.

"Later, Aunt Mira must have been waiting for us. Brother must help him make a takjil continue to sell again like yesterday, let later brother who spread this paper while selling," replied Laila.

Fortunately Qadar understood, he did not ask again after getting an explanation from Laila.

Like the day before, Laila helps Mira make a notch. After all, Laila immediately sold the roving again in the complex area.

Laila walked with gontai steps. His mind wandered thinking of Sharif and Marni's late mother, his parents.

Marni never told Syarif much about Laila or Qadar. There was never even a word or speech Marni denigrated her husband. So does Marni know about Sharif's life in the city? Laila thought about it until she didn't realize it was far away.

His steps pedaled aimlessly while his mind continued to wander thinking of a complicated matter for him.

Until he didn't realize that someone was approaching him.

"Brake!" Restu kept his promise yesterday to help Laila sell.

"Resident." Laila regained her senses from the daydream when Restu called her name.

"Is anyone selling?" ask Restu.

"Not yet, just send an order. What are you here to ride?" Laila asked back.

"It just so happened that mom wanted to go to a mini market near here, I went with her and asked to lower the front door of the complex," replied Restu.

Laila was just a mangosteen to imagine the figure of Restu's mother who was none other than his father's wife, more appropriate stepmother for him.

"I see you daydreaming, what's up?" ask Restu.

"No, just lemes because of fasting." Laila still reasoned to cover up the problem.

Restu caught Laila's attitude somewhat other than usual. From this morning when we met at school, Restu saw Laila's eyes as swollen as crying but Laila said that she got dust so her eyes were watery. Seeing Laila's moody demeanor, Restu felt that someone was hiding the girl.

Is it possible that he has a problem with his aunt and cousin at home? As Restu knows how Bibi's attitude is also Laila's cousin, seeming less to treat Laila well. It could be what makes Laila moody like this, Restu thought.

"We sold outside the kayak complex yesterday, who knows many who buy." Restu.

Laila stared at Restu at a glance and then threw her gaze far ahead.

"In the vicinity of the complex, not all the blocks I've been to." Laila walked first leaving Restu who was astonished to hear Laila's tone slightly taut, probably because of bad mood. Restu understood it and he followed behind following the girl's steps.

"Takjilnya sir, Buk! Banana kolak, salak seeds, candil. Takjil!" Restu clamoring offering merchandise.

Laila felt sorry to keep silencing Restu even though here Restu did not know anything. Even Laila had spoken in a sharp tone, making Laila feel guilty.

Laila and Restu are both victims of their parents' problems. Laila should not be indifferent to Restu who has been very kind to her. Even he was willing to hot-spirited peddle merchandise with him, even though maybe Restu's house was far from this complex. But Restu wanted to come just to help him.

The sun was drowning from the west. After circling a few blocks in the complex, their sales are quite good.There are only a few servings of takjil left in the basket.

"Udah afternoon mengingan you go home gih," said Laila.

Restu glanced at the watch embedded in the wrist, the time showing at 17:25.

"Eh yes it does not feel yes if the sale, you know you already want to open."

"What are you wearing back?" ask Laila.

"Just relax, many taxis, angkot also exist, if not ojek also be!" restu said with a smile.

"If that's what I am first, thank you for helping with the sale. It's for you to break the fast" Laila said, handing out a few portions of the veil she had wrapped in a plastic bag.

"No need!" restu said pushing Laila's hand slowly, which thrust the black plastic bag.

"If that's our advantage for two, what? I'm not good, you've helped me sell my time and go home empty-handed!"

"I'm sincere. Besides I'm happy to do it while ngabuburit also right, you just save the money for your needs just like Qadar." Restu Kekeh did not want to receive any rewards because he was happy to be able to help Laila.

"I'm not happy with gini. Tomorrow you won't have to help me sell again. Not that I refuse your help, but... "

"Laila, I'm sincere. You don't trust me?" Restu stared intently at Laila's bead of eyes.

Laila threw her gaze not wanting their gazes locked onto each other.

"I believe but I don't want to trouble others constantly. So I beg you to understand, let me try it myself" said Laila.

"Yes I understand. But the day after tomorrow I will come home. I want to order a lot of takjil with your aunt for the Arisan event, tomorrow at school I tell you how many takjil you want to order. You don't know me yet" said Restu.

Laila nodded lightly.

"I'm home!" Restu said goodbye, he passed from before Laila who was now staring at the nanar of his departure.

'If Restu knew that his father was my father as well, would he still be this kind of person?' inner Laila.

Arriving home, Qadar welcomed his brother's arrival.

"Son Laila forgot not to take my dad's flyer?" ask Qadar.

"Sister forgot, let it be tomorrow."

"Yes later Qodar reminded brother not to forget again. Let's find Dad soon." The clean eye bead was sparkling to imagine something making Laila could not bear to see it.

Can Laila keep this a secret from Qadar? At least until his sister was big and could accept the bitter reality as Laila currently swallowed herself.

seriate,