Aisha World

Good Man

"That needs me, but I'm your brother, so you have to obey me" said Zaenal.

"Son, Brother, I don't want to owe you anything." Aisyah insisted.

"You don't want to? Okay ...." Zaenal walked towards Aisyah's room.

"What do you want?" Aisha followed Zaenal.

Arriving in Aisyah's room, Zaenal opened Aisyah's wardrobe, then took out all of Aisyah's clothes.

"I'll burn all these clothes, so you can't change, just keep them on" Zaenal said.

Aisha immediately snatched the clothes from Zaenal's hand. "Don't, Brother!"

"You don't want his clothes burned, you can buy me a cigarette. Don't you still have money? Pake first," said Zaenal.

"Yes, yes, I'm going to the shop to buy cigarettes for Brother," resigned Aisyah while rearranging her clothes into the closet.

"Well, that was dong. Take the emotion first, your habit," Zaenal said, then walked out of Aisyah's room.

"Hi ...." Aisyah started sobbing.

And along with that, Bu Sri also felt sad to hear the dispute between her two children.

'O Allah, strengthen Aisha. And so was Zaenal, his inner self.

After arranging his clothes, Aisyah rushed out to the stall, riding her butut bike.

Along the way, Aisyah continued to cry, she really had raised her hands with her brother's behavior, and was also quite confused with economic problems.

Aisyah arrived at the stall, but it was different from the stall she owed. The shop was guarded by an old man.

"Excuse me, sir," said Aisyah politely.

"Please, what do you want to buy, son Aisyah?" ask mr. warung.

"I'm sorry, sir, I want to ask for a cigarette first, tomorrow if I pay, I pay" Aisyah said hesitantly.

"Well, sorry, kid. My stall is also quiet, so if you can't owe me. Not that it should not be, but from the morning there is also no income," said the stall father.

"Duh, please, sir, just this once," please Aisyah.

"Sorry, Son. I can't touch."

And along with that, a motorcycle stopped in front of the stall. The rider got off his motorcycle, and walked towards the stall. The motorcyclist was a young doctor.

"Excuse me, sir, I'd like to buy a pack of cigarettes" the doctor said.

"Well, I'll get it," said the stall father.

While waiting for the shopfather to take the cigarette ordered, the doctor turned to Aisyah. The man frowned.

"Lho, what did Miss buy? How come you haven't gotten anything yet? Looks like Miss was here first," said the man.

Aisyah just shook her head, sobbing ....

"Eh, you cry? What's up?" The man was astonished.

Aisha did not answer the man's question. Then the man turned to look at the father.

"Sir, sorry, what did this lady buy, huh? Why not serve him first? I just came?"

The owner of the shop turned to the man. "Oh, he was willing to owe, Mas, I don't love because my shop is still empty of buyers."

Instantly the man felt pity. "Indeed, what is he going to owe?"

"Smoking, most for his brother," replied the shop father.

"Well, give him what cigarettes, two packs, let me pay" said the man.

"Subhanallah, thank you, Mas, may Allah repay Mas's kindness," said Aisyah.

"Together, Miss," the man nodded with a friendly smile.

Then Aisyah rushed up her butut bike, and pedaled her slowly leaving the stall.

"It's a pity for him, it seems to be from a family that can't afford it" the man said, but could still be heard by the stall master.

"She was the son of righteousness, kind and honest, only her brother was ignorant, now unemployed anyway, yesterday the shop mother over there told me, if her brother owed a lot but used the name Aisyah," warung.

"So, her name is Ayesha?" ask the man.

Warung sir nodded. "True, Mas, I did not intentionally give him earlier, let him teach his brother a lesson. If it's a debt for Asiyah's own needs, I'll love it."

"Pity too, him," the man murmured.

"Oh yeah, by the way, where does this Mas live, huh? How I never saw, just this first," said the stall father.

"Oh, I live in the opposite village, it just happens that there is a need in this village, and I need a cigarette, I keep seeing there is a stall here, so I buy all of you," replied the man.

"Oh, so you're not here?" continued mr. warung.

"If I were here, I would have known Aisyah earlier," said the man.

"Yes too, hehe ...." Mr. warung chuckles.

"Yes, I'll excuse you first" said the man.

"Okay, Mas, please."

The man rode his motorcycle and passed.

Meanwhile Aisyah arrived home. He was looking for Zaenal, because he didn't see him in the house. Zaenal was in the bathroom.

Aisha got an idea. He walked into his room, and kept a pack of cigarettes he got from the man he met at the stall.

'If I love you all, it will run out straight away. I better give her a pack first, tomorrow again if she tells me to owe, I love the other, ' Inner Aisyah while sitting on the bed waiting for her brother to come out of the bathroom.

'Who was that, huh? How nice, to buy me a cigarette. It doesn't seem like anyone here, because I've never seen it. Hem, whoever he is, may he be healthy always and his fortune smooth, Aisha's inner self again.

"But really long time, buy cigarettes abroad his time."

Zaenal was grumbling, as if he had already come out of the bathroom. Aisyah quickly got out of the room, and gave Zaenal a pack of cigarettes.

"This, brother, the cigarette."

Zaenal received the cigarette while smiling smirk. "Thanks good boy."

Aisyah simply nodded, then went back inside the room ....

"God! I haven't broken my fast yet." Aisyah patted her forehead, then walked into the kitchen, she continued breaking her fast.

The rice in front of Ayesha was cold but Ayesha kept eating it until it ran out.

Before long, Zaenal came. "What cooking, Shah?"

"I just fry the eggs, eat them, don't bargain anymore" said Aisyah who began to feel upset.

"Egg doang?" ask Zaenal again.

"It's just that, and please appreciate a little bit of my effort, I'm tired of work, salary is also not much. Eating anything is not a problem, the important thing is to be able to eat," said Aisyah while spooning rice into her mouth.

"When do you cook chicken?" asked Zaenal while smoking his cigarette and then let out the smoke.

"No meat, eat potluck. Tofu, tempeh, and vegetables are also delicious and nutritious," Aisyah argued.