CHASING THE LOVE OF A HANDSOME CEO

Street Newspaper Sellers

The course of one's life is not the same, the test of one's life is not the same. No story and journey is exactly the same, of course. Of the many similarities, there are certainly differences. Like twins, even though they were born together. But their lives will be different. Rizki, the way of life and time in the world is certainly different. Because everyone has a record of their lives according to the level of ability and fate of their destiny. 

Similarly to Hans, he was once above the clouds rising into the sky. Whatever is needed is of course very easy to get. Without having to work, without having to find yourself. His father would of course fulfill all of that easily. 

However, that year changed his fate and changed all his hopes. He had to live a bitter and bitter life in the midst of the monetary crisis that befell him. After the exam, it is time for a long vacation. Hans used the time off to peddle newspapers at red lights. In the scorching, hot, sultry and dust of the streets, he still did it to raise money.

"Newspapers, Newspapers, Sir, Ma'am. The newspaper!!"  hans shouted while peddling his newspaper. 

He wiped away the dripping sweat, one two people flashed waving their hands. Even when the red light stops. Hans didn't stop, he kept peddling his little newspaper. He did not give up, despite being rejected several times. 

"Son, the newspaper," called a middle-aged man as he opened his windshield. 

"Pak's newspaper?  Yes you can," asked Hans convincingly while wiping his sweat. 

Hans gave the newspaper to the father. Hans' smile expanded, after a day of peddling newspapers someone finally bought it. 

"This is the money, son." 

A 10,000,- folded note, Hans refused it. The smile was dim, there was no money in the pants pocket to give change. 

"Sorry, Sir. I have no change, it's okay. Just bring the paper."

"Can't do that, dong. I intend to buy, not ask."

"But I don't have any change, sir."

"Here, just take the change. For ice cream."

Hans hesitated a little, but the father tried to convince him. Finally he accepted the money, there was a sense of happiness. This much money will be enough to support and help his parents. 

"Thank you, sir," said Hans. 

Has not been able to answer anything, the father drove his car because it was time to walk. Hans is back in his newspaper. Hot tired, all felt. The bahaga in his throat began to feel. Hans sat on the sidewalk near the ice cendol sword. He gulped, thirst felt in his throat. 

"You're thirsty, son."

The merchant greeted him. 

"Yes, sir."

Without saying anything, the cendol merchant filled the glass with cendol and sugar and ice, then gave it to Hans. 

"Here, take."

"No, Sir. I have no money" he said. 

Hans refused, and he had no money to buy drinks. The money he had just earned was for his school's savings. Currently, Hans was trying to ease the burden of the family.

"It's okay, let's just say I'm alms let my trade add blessings." 

"God, Sir. Thank you very much."

"Together."

Hans devoured his ice cendol, thirsting for thirst until it ran out in an instant. 

"That's so thirsty, I guess."

"Ah, you could. I don't want to read, but I can't read."

"Lho, why sir?"

"You're lucky, son. Born after the independence of our country. Although there are now many riots and anarchists, but it is the fault of the leader who cannot secure his people. Whereas I used to, let alone school, to learn just have to hide."

"Why is that?"

"My age, I want to learn hard. Every day a lot of Dutch soldiers patrol to keep an eye on us. We can't learn, they don't want our nation to be smart."

"Obsolutely, of course we who live in this period of reform are very lucky."

"Son, you're a kid. But your thinking is really mature. I can't believe you're just an ordinary person."

"Anyway, I'm a regular person. Mr."

"You're selling? Where's your mother's father?"

"My father was an engineer at a big company, but because of the monetary crisis we had to be affected. Papa at PHK, inevitably I have to find my own money for my needs."

"God, Son. Very noble of your heart, in the economic conditions that fall, just try not to complicate your family."

"I've been given the pleasure of living for a long time. At the very least, I am grateful to still be given a decent place to live despite being in this difficult condition."

"If there were any more, maybe my son would be as big as you are. Too bad, he had to leave first because of the cancer he had been suffering from since birth."

"Innalilahi, may the Father and family be given strength and replaced with a better one than the one that has gone."

"Aamiin, hopefully. However, that is impossible, because my wife is suffering from breast cancer. I worked as a factory worker, but because of this monetary crisis I lost my job and had to be a jerk. Going home would be more expensive, I'm trying to survive in the metropolis so my wife can help."

"God willing there is a way out, sir."

"Aamiin, I also always ask the Lord for more strength and patience. My wife and I are trying hard to take this test."

"Everyone is tested by God in different ways and based on different abilities. His abilities are also different. God willing, every test that God imposes is a test of our rising class at a much higher level than now."

The father nodded confirming Hans' statement, this is just a test of class. 

"In the meantime, pray dzuhur, I must go home, sir."

"Alright, Son. Careful."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatu."

Hans passed by leaving the father of the ice cendol seller earlier. He thought about what he said to my father. Man is forgetful, but he himself knows that this is a test. But many times, Hans felt disappointed at God's decision on him. Now, he is again described in sincerity. The practice or not selling the newspaper, still can not stop trying to make it earn enough income. 

"I can't give up, can't lose to the ice cendol salesman's father. I must try again, God willing, all this will be a result" Hans said. 

Hans stepped out of the red light garden, he was going home before going back to selling. The distance from the red light to the house is quite far 30 minutes just got there. However, Hans did not give up, tired and the back pain he has today will not be able to replace the back of the father who had struggled to become an architect before being exposed to PHK. 

"God only transferred ownership of the property to Papa and Mama at that time, now God wants to take it again. I can't be sad let alone disappointed, I have to help the parents as much as I can."

Hans sat down, assuring his heart that this rain would soon pass.