Meaningful

The sound of sirens buzzing, breaking Bahran's bed. The Police Unit came ordering the streets of the homeless and thugs. Bahran ran away from his friends. If in this position a lot of unfaithful friends, leaving his friend pounced officers pp satpol.

The chase continues, some have been caught. Bahran began to exhaust, near a corridor of interest. Inviting Bahran hiding among the narrow gaps of residents' homes. Bahran tried to get to know but hard to turn his head, because the gap is very narrow. Satpol PP searched, felt that Bahran was not there, Satpol PP officers sped into another alley.

"I'm glad I saved, otherwise ..." His voice sounded familiar to Bahran's ears. Speech cut into pieces, while taking a breath. Bahran wanted to answer but again it was too late. Bahran's hand is pulled toward a place with a rough, strong, this hand is the hand of a man.



He brought Bahran to a modest little house. Bahran did not know the man his age who had helped Bahran earlier. But in Bahran's mind he kept on hovering, remembering if he had ever met her.
"For a while you stay here first." A subtle voice was spoken in the mouth of an unknown teenager. Bahran is confused.
"What do you mean?" Bahran looked around a small room, with dozens of small children playing games. The rooms were very stuffy, cramped and inhabited by many people. Bahran does not know whose child this is? Where they came from. Bahran wanted to say thanks and ask about him, but he was too late again. The teenager has been out somewhere. Bahran circled the corners of the room. Very rundown kitchen, one small bathroom for as many children as this. Is this a shelter?

Forced tonight Bahran was staying in a small hut of unfortunate rabbits, children without parents. The teenager who helped her came with a plastic bag of food, distributed a small amount of food to the little ones. Scramble like a chicken. The teenager just smiled, Bahran noticed there was an agony that emanated from his eyes. There was silence, the children had fallen asleep, no one had started the conversation from Bahran and the unknown teenager. The sounds startled Bahran.
"Why are you naval? Where is your family? "The teenager asked what Bahran did not want to talk about. She was fed up with the ever-present questions, always heard in her ears. Ms. Bahran died in childhood, and her father left her. Do not go anywhere, do not know the rimbanya.
"That's none of your business!" Bahran's answer gave the teenager a shock.
"So what? Is there something wrong with my question? "
"That's none of your business!" Bahran replied a little louder. The teenager is silent, just a smile that always unravels on his face, is that a fake smile? Bahran asked who the teen was and why he helped her.

"Who are you? Why did you help me and take me to this hut? "Bahran's question was answered with a smile. The teenager was named Vishnu, and he told her everything to Bahran. Bahran did not move anything, silent when told Vishnu's problem and why there are children in this hovel.

This hut this sederana is the only relic of alm. Her father. Only this hut is most precious to Vishnu. And the children he picked up from the streets of the city. Twenty more children he picked up, and provided for himself with some of his colleagues. She introduced me to Wisnu's friends. They all do not look scary, but very friendly. A beautiful girl came up to me, a smooth hand she stretched out, invited me to shake hands and get acquainted.
"Recommend me Risma." A sweet voice from a beautiful girl. Beautiful girl who should not be in a place like this. Her heart was as white as snow, she was very friendly. And the remaining three are Ahmad, Toha, and Karin. Ahmad is burly, tall. Deep in my heart I was so impressed with them. Those who have become orphaned instead care for abandoned children. Really good-hearted youths.

Bahran wanted to help them. Help clean the room or anything else he can do to pay for all this. But all that is forbidden by Vishnu. Bahran still cleans up what should be cleaned. Vishnu has repeatedly forbidden him but all that is considered a wind pass by Bahran. Vishnu let Bahran do all that. Bahran was very surprised at the work of the five series, what kind of work did they do to finance all this. Until one afternoon, Vishnu left the house without saying goodbye, suspicious. Bahran followed him down the aisle. Vishnu stops in a narrow alley, where there is seen Ahmad and Toha. They're suspicious.

They are down the market. People jostle, making Bahran lose their tracks. Shouts of mothers loudly say Copet !!! On the other hand some children ran along the gang of mothers and fathers in the market. They are Vishnu, Toha and Ahmad. Unexpectedly, they all get money from pickpocketing. Bahran stroked his chest, then ran after Vishnu.

In a small alley, the gang stopped, opened a wallet, counted the money in the wallet. Bahran approached them. Vishnu is shocked.
"Oooh, so it turns out you behaved like this, Vishnu! I never thought you were a pickpocket !! "Bahran was very upset, Vishnu tried to explain but all that was rejected by Bahran. He leaves, Vishnu chases after him.
"Bahran, listen to me, this is all there is a reason." The wisnu hand tugged at Bahran's hand. He was still silent. Everything has been revealed if it turns out Vishnu is a pickpocket.

About a week Wisnu stopped pickpocketing, the abandoned children in the hut gradually grimaced with hunger. Vishnu and his friends are confused, what to do. Bahran was often pacing back and forth near the small hut, making sure of the children. Now the state of the children is very apprehensive, the heart of Bahran was touched to help. The door was knocked, the door opened, the whole hut was surprised to see Bahran's arrival. Especially Vishnu.
"Bahran, you come, thank God, they need you." Vishnu's voice was pitiful. But still considered the wind to pass by Bahran, the disappointment is still in the minds of Bahran.
"I came here wanting to help you, I want us to find any job to feed the children, but the conditions must be lawful ..." Everyone nodded, listening to every word of Bahran.
"... we can work in the stalls or clean the plates at the food stalls."
"But it's very hard to find in this city, Bahran." Toha started to speak up, she disagreed, she also hesitated.
"Whatever can be, we have not tried. We must pray and keep trying, surely facilitated by Allah SWT. "
"So what will we do?"

Everyone is trying to find a job. Risma and Karin settle into Padang food stall waiter. Toha works to be a shoe sole worker. Ahmad is a burly body builder of goods in the market. Vishnu and I became parking attendants. Rupiah for rupiah they collect, one week collected five hundred thousand. They continue to collect the money. They also want to buy a decent home for the children.

A luxury BMW car just parked his car in the parking area of ​​Vishnu. The men in neat black suits with shiny shoes out of the car. It was very graceful, but my eyes were fixed on what fell from behind his back pocket. A large black wallet fell. Bahran approached Vishnu and approached the wallet. Picked up the wallet, the fathers had been lost. They looked for her, entered the building near the parking lot. But we were confronted by a scary security guard.
"What do you boys rotten!"
"This is no business, Dad!" Vishnu denied it. Mr. Satpam became angry, pushed us out of the glass door. We fell on the asphalt. The security guard shouted at us, drove us out. But, the security guard was silent when he saw his boss coming.
"What is this? Why the fuss! "
"That sir, street children want to go to your apartment!"

Apparently the fathers were the apartment boss. They stand up, and give the black wallet to the owner. At first the father was confused, but then lowered his body and ruffled Bahran hair and Vishnu. The father smiled.
"You good kids, thank you for saving me from losing this worthless wallet ..." So the father took Bahran and Vishnu into his room. Vishnu is amazed at his point of view, Bahran, too.
"... where are your parents talking? Where do you live? "The question that always makes Bahran's heart depressed, re-emerged.
"We are orphans, sir." Vishnu replied with his head bowed, as under his leadership.
The conversation went on. He told the business of those who wanted to buy a house for the poor children. Pak Basran's father was touched. He wants to help them. Initially Vishnu refused but continued to be forced by him. That same afternoon he took the time to visit their hut. Wisnu and Bahran boarded Mr. Basran's BMW car.

"Is this what you think of as a house? This is small to accommodate many children? "
They entered the hut. The children were playing, the hut was very messy. The ceiling of the house is dirty because of cobwebs, in some parts of the wall has been broken. Mr. Basran paused at the hut, his cheeks soaked with tears. Instantly Pak Basran called someone and asked for an empty house for an orphanage. Vishnu and Bahran were surprised to hear all that, they did not expect Mr. Basran's kindness to them.
"What do you mean?" Vishnu asked after Pak Basran hung up.
"It's all for you guys, you bought a house to make the orphanage, and all, the facilities are adequate." Mr. Basran held Vishnu's shoulder, his cheeks were dampened with tears again. Vishnu as usual, just smiled and said thanks in a low voice. Bahran approached and hugged Wisnu. Four other Wisnu friends came, entering the house in bewilderment. Wisnu still smiling, Bahran could not hold back tears. Everyone is touched, happy, happy with this kindness of Mr. Bahran.

A dream house that has been made an orphanage has been officially theirs. Some employees have been there at the Orphanage. A luxury orphanage was bought by Mr. Basran, and the name of the orphanage was named the Panti Asuhan Kebaikan. Children are very happy because the front part of the orphanage there is a garden, there are also some toys. They are all not worried about cleanliness or cooking, because it has been done by employees and baby sisters. The financing is all borne by Pak Basran. The six of them -Basran, Vishnu, Toha, Ahmad, Karin, and Rism-are constantly giving thanks to God Almighty. They all cry, cry together, happy together. Mr. Basran was crying too, everyone was crying, everyone was crying happily.

"Mr. Basran, we are very grateful to you ..." Bahran's voice was cut off by sobs.
"It's all right, it's all because of you guys."
A meeting unexpected by anyone, but has been registered by the proxy. A brief encounter that has changed their lot, the fate of children who are suffering from hunger. A little good is rewarded with great goodness, that's good. Someone who does his kindness is good.