BABE JADULKU

Season 2 Chapter 19

...* My dear (not ) Jadulku*...

The meeting was blue. Cut Ana's cry was so heartbreaking, when it was a happy cry in my opinion. She was happy with the drastic change of her husband.

"Bang, great too Brother huh," I whispered to my husband.

"Yes, yes" answered the husband, puffing his chest.

"I'm serious, Bang, it seems like Brother fits into some sort of marriage counselor" I whispered again.

"Alhamdulillah, get praise from the wife," replied Bang Parlindungan.

That night we held a burning event in front of the villa. Chicken and fish are options. Cut Ana who became a chef this time, he said he would cook typical grilled fish Aceh. Bang Parlin did not want to stay still, he milled chilli with salted fish he said his name was sambal tuk-tuk. Strange as well, the salted fish was separated from its bones, freshly torn with chili and onion that had been boiled. No more cooking, no more frying. I thought it wouldn't taste good, but it turned out to be delicious. Sambal tuk-tuk it became a friend to eat grilled fish.

The next morning we continued our journey, the next destination was Sabang Island. Towards the westernmost place of Indonesia. We're driving to Ulee Lheue harbor. The port is only about a half hour drive from the center of Banda Aceh. The car was parked at the port. We took a ferry to Balohan port, Sabang.

Arriving in Sabang, we rented a rental car. Just went to Iboih beach. What a beautiful beach. Here we spend until noon, continue the journey to the zero kilometer monument. In the afternoon, return to Banda Aceh.

We returned back to Langsa, a road trip that took all night. Arrive at Langsa rest at Cut Ana's house.

"Bang Parlin, I don't know anymore how I thank you guys, you guys made a big change in our family" Cut Ana said as we had breakfast together

"Yes, Bang, somehow Brother's words always seemed to reach my ears. I remember what Brother said, "Cows want to breed, why don't you?" it was like slapping me. Seeing your son I've changed." Cut Ana's husband continued

"Udah, don't be exaggerated" said Bang Parlin.

"We are sorry, we can not go around Indonesia, we want to be here first, make up for the time that dozens of years wasted" said Husband Cut Ana again.

Bang Parlin then lectured the husband and wife.

"The house is like an angkot, you're the driver, your wife's kernet, even if you're the boss, but you have to obey the kernet, she says stop, you have to stop, not walk as you please. Keep having you pay zakat, I see your treasures are abundant. Like the house of Zakat is the window. If there are no windows, the address of the house becomes stuffy. Clean the air with a window, clean the treasure with zakat,"

"Yes, Bang, we've been paying for zakat" said Cut Ana's husband.

"Please pay you guys, if I do, pay that zakat to one person in need, in order to change someone's life, on average I pay twenty-five million zakat every year, it was all handed over to the only person, our own selection."

"Yes, Bang, all this time because we paid taxes we don't pay zakat anymore" said Husband Cut Ana

"That's two different things, tax is an obligation to the state, zakat is an obligation because of religion,"

"Yes, Bang, as our first Zakat, may we give it to Bang Parlin only," said Husband Cut Ana.

"Well, how can you, if you don't know anyone who deserves zakat?"

"Look, brother so amil zakat aja first time, this," I suggested later. Not because I want his zakat. But I'm interested in channeling it.

Finally, Bang Parlin did not agree, said Bang Parlin there is an official amil zakat. We finally went back to the field. Our adventure to Aceh province ended with many memories.

"Well, isn't it time we paid for this zakat?" I asked Bang Parlin. At that time we again enjoyed the afternoon air in the vegetable garden in front of the house.

"Yes, yes, Dek, it's lucky that you have a wife like adek, it's beautiful, beautiful again,"

"Hmmm, tumben seduce afternoon-afternoon, Bang?"

"Not seduction, Deck,"

"I have a suggestion, Bang, how about our zakat this time we announce on Facebook?"

"What's that capsule, Dek?"

"It means gini, Bang, we make an announcement on Facebook, which really requires inbox, the goal is to be right on target and angler for other rich people" I said again.

"Remember to disagree, Deck, it can create a social uproar, it can make people hurt, the envious more envious, who can not be hurt. Stay as you are,"

Looking for the person who will be given zakat is a bit difficult, finally I asked for help from neighbors, this neighbor has already got our zakat, he I asked to find people who really need. Miss Robiyah names this neighbor. His job is to sell itinerant herbal medicine, of course he knows a lot of need.

Two days later, he came back with a mother. The mothers look shabby in their clothes.

"This, Ms. Nia, she is a widow, her three children are small, need money for trading capital at home" said Ms. Robiyah, pointing to her friend and three children.

"Oh, where is her husband, Mom, dead or divorced?" tanyaku later.

"Dead, ma'am, three years ago, I was struggling to support three children" she said.

"Oh, where's the house, ma'am?" He also mentioned the address.

"Riana,"

"Oh,"

"Thank you first, ma'am, can't you just now?" said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't, we have to look first, not disbelieve, ma'am, just make sure our zakat is on target,"

"Please now, ma'am, I don't know how long ago,"

Duh, it's a huge maksa, but I think maybe he really needs it. I saw the three children he brought with him, the biggest of whom was probably still the same age as the Big Dipper. I finally gave him five hundred thousand. Our Zakat this year has indeed increased, thirty million will be paid.

I told Bang Parlin about our potential zakat recipient. Bang Parlin asked to see that night. I promised the day after tomorrow.

"Why tonight, Bang?"

"Sort of an impromptu visit, I suspect he's not who he said he was" said Bang Parlin.

"Lo, the one who talked to Mom was me, Bang, how could you say that,"

"Udah, Dek, just believe in the Feling Abang, let's go there."

Finally that night we went to the address called, but it was nine o'clock in the evening. I was shocked when at the intersection of the red light there was a beggar. What surprised me was the boy who had come to the house. Duh, as difficult as they were, until his son begged.

When we get to the address. I saw some men sitting on the porch of the house playing guitar and singing. In front of each of them was a glass containing a brownish-white drink. I checked the address again, this is true.

"Is this Riana's house?" my many.

"True, the Riananya again went for a little while to buy a tambul, this is her husband," replied one of them.

Whoa, buy a patch? Husband? I haven't had time to think two children came, two children gave money to a long-haired man.

I took Bang Parlin home, just got in the car, Riana came.

Bang Parlin came back down from the car, intercepting Riana, she looked surprised.

"Mom Riana?" ask Bang Parlin.

"Riana looked at me, she seemed nervous.

"Yes, right, didn't you come the day after tomorrow?"

"It turns out this way yes, for the sake of money husband was said to be dead," I said annoyed.

"Don't get me wrong, it was Robiyah's idea, he said our money was for two" Riana said.

"Yes, God, so?"

"You lie, you say the day after tomorrow" he said.

Duh, she's been lying saying her husband's dead, we're being accused of lying. We went, feeling Bang Parlin was right.

I met Robiyah that night, it turned out that this was Robiyah mode so that she could get zakat again. I just found out, it turns out that the three children are not their children, Riana and her husband is a beggar syndicate that employs children. Bang Parlin looked furious.

The anti-police Bang Parlin, this time diligent, the next day he went to the police station, complaining Riana to the police. In the afternoon the police moved in, Riana and her husband were arrested on charges of employing minors. His children begging, just deposit to them.

"It turns out the world is full of bad people, yes, Bang" I told Bang Parlin.

"Yes, Dek, it's a good thing we didn't get the wrong target,"

"So our zakat for whom Bang?' My toot.

"Three children, Dek, pity them, they have been used to find food for adults, brother wants to lift them into foster children, take them to pesantren, our zakat money is the cost."

"Yes, Bang, I agree,"

The three children were taken by Bang Parlin to the pesantren, our zakat money was deposited into his ustadz. Enough to cost the three children for six months. But only a week we got word, the three children had run away from the pesantren.

That's how it is, sometimes there are people who can sell children, there are people who do not want to be taken care of.

* Ahh yasudahlah.. yuk we continue again *