CLASS IF
CHAPTER 15: SUSTENANCE (II)
Dio came home with a sumringah. After hearing the announcement from Bu Rinka earlier, the burden that made her dizzy was lifted already. Not in vain he did tahajud prayer that his mother often did when she had a problem. The results are very satisfying! If this is how he should pray often at night! Eh .. obligatory prayers are still often perforated.
Dio stopped the bike. His house was blocked by 3 more houses. He lowered his head down. There was an object visible from a distance to Dio. So he chose to stop. It turned out to be a wallet. Where the wallet is thick again, Dio will be tempted.
“Whose wallet is this,” said Dio. He looked around trying to find the owner of the wallet. But these streets are deserted. Dio standardizes his motor. He got off the bike and returned to his eyes. Once upon a time there was a person who was walking and did not realize his wallet fell. But nil. Finally, Dio took the initiative to find the identity of the owner in it. It's just that, Dio's eyes were slightly widened with the contents of the wallet which was dominated by red.
“Astagfirullahaladzim ..”
Dio shook his head. Trying to get rid of negative thoughts. As he was about to retrieve the ID card in the wallet, a voice interrupted him. Dio closed the wallet.
“That's my wallet Mas,” said a man with a decapitated breath.
Dio raised his eyebrows. He can't just believe it. What if the person in front of him was lying?
“Cek KTP only, Mas if you do not believe,” proposed the man. Dio agrees. He took the ID card back in the wallet. Justright. The photo is very similar to the man in front of him.
Dio scratched his non-itchy head, “Hehee .. sorry, Mas. Afraid of nipu. This is me balikin.”
The man smiled and received his wallet from Dio. “Nothing. I even thank you the same. I found this wallet. I have 5 times back and forth to this road but did not meet.”
“Alhamdulillah if so. Still sustenance Masnya,” said Dio. He rode his motorbike.
“Eh, Mas don't go first.”
Prevent that man. Dio simply raised his eyebrows. “It was accepted as thanks. Don't be rejected, Mom. I'm not used to nawarin twice about.” The man held out two hundred thousand pieces. Dio hurriedly took it.
“Aduh, Mom. Thank you very much. Often –often aja gini, Mas.”
BHAK!
Not shameless indeed.
The man just laughed and then went to Dio.
“Alhamdulillah .. favor God whichever else you deny!”
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Dio's house is quiet this afternoon. Understand that Mother Hanan is still busy at the change, her father is still working. The two of them will be home at around 5 p.m. It's just a coincidence his father's off-city service. So that his house will be quieter. Dio came home at 4 today. Tumben once indeed, when usually he will go home to follow his Father and Mother. Dio looked at the living room. He was amazed by the presence of his mother.
“Pending a trip to the home?” ask Dio. But the mother did not answer. Dio was astonished. He also approached his mother who focused on seeing the lapotop screen. Occasionally Mother Hanan's index finger touches the laptop screen. Dio sat next to Mother Hanan. He deliberately tightened his seat so that he could see what his mother was doing.
“Ish! Dio is missing! Say hello if you enter the house!”
Dio ignored his mother's reprimand. He was too surprised by the row of numbers on the laptop screen of his mother was.“Who transfers one billion to the foundation, Bun?”
Dio's question was like a shout because he was so surprised by the zero that was lined up in the account of the foundation owned by his mother.
“Mother doesn't know either. No notice at all. No one came to the orphanage as well,” said Mother.
His eyes glazed over from being overwhelmed by this unexpected sustenance. The moment fits perfectly with the state of the foundation in crisis. Mother Hanan hugged Dio. Dio returned the embrace of his mother. I think today is full of surprises.
“Dio .. now Mommy can go to school all the children of the home ...”
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Dio threw his body into the bed. The relief in his heart affected his lips that kept smiling. He reached into his pocket and issued his SPP warning letter. Without waiting for long, he tore it apart happily.
"Bye-Bye SPP!" muttered.
Cellphone's ringing. One incoming message in whatsapp application. His smile expanded not when the message was from the person he had been waiting for. The message asks for certainty for tomorrow. Ah, of course it has to be! Dio immediately replied to the message with a sentence of certainty.
Dio got out of his bed when he heard voices from downstairs. He looked up and his mother looked like she was in a hurry. Dio smiled again when he saw the hue of his mother's beautiful face. Today was full of surprises.
Ah, he remembered that his Mother had said that Allah would not abandon His servants. God will test with hardship, hunger, poverty does not mean that it is hate. Instead, it is a sign that God is loving the servant and wants to hear his prayer. It seems Dio agrees with that remark. Even if he is not a pious man. Even tend to be often negligent in worship, but God always meets all his needs and saves him all this time. Ah, so embarrassed. Shame that God loves too much and he himself is too ignorant.
"Dio's? What else?" asked her mother who had just realized that her son was watching her upstairs.
Dio raised his eyebrows then he scratched his non-itchy nape. Apparently, it was also found that he was watching his mother. His mother looked close her lips.
"Why not change clothes? Let's change quickly! Mother wants to go to the parlor first. Don't forget to eat." As he spoke, Dio's mother's hand reached for the jar not far from him. Automatically, Dio rounded his eyes.
"Why did you bring that cake?" his protest.
"You're a guest in the parlor."
"Gee! You yes ... Mother has left first. Guard home. Don't wander! Assalamualaikum."
Regardless of Dio sulking because the cake was taken. Mother Dio took the keys to her vehicle lying on the table. Then he left.
"Vaalaikumsalam. Bun! The cake is not to be brought!"
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Ting nong's!
Dio's house bell rang. Just now he finished the magrib prayer and was about to lie down, there was a guest. Dio came down with the scabbard still attached to his body.
"Who the hell? People want to fall down too..," he murmured.
Dio opened the door. There seemed to be Revan on his back. "Gapain lo magrib is still wandering? Called kalong wewe new nyaho lu!"
Revan did not answer. He was a little astonished by the glove attached to Dio's body. "When have you been praying?"
DEVOTEES
Dio closed his lips. He was a little offended by Revan's words. "Dhuha prayers in school aja lo a lot of alesan," continued Revan with a mocking laugh.
"If you want to cheat. Turn around you."
"Hehe .. don't dong. Sensi is very."
Dio did not answer. He opened the door wider. A sign that Dio told Revan to come in.
"Where are the others? How quiet is it?"
"Dad again. Mother to the parlor. What the hell do you want? Magrib is not a prayer."
"That's me."
Dio raised his eyebrows, "Don't believe me. Al-fatihah is not good."
"Mouth ...."
"Did you?"
"indiscriminately. You think I'm still scraped? Al fatihah has not yet happened? Lo kali who prayed modal 3 Qul."
"3 Qul?"
"Qul huwallohu ahad, Qul'audzu birobbil falaq, Qul'audzu birobbinnas."
Dio sewot's. "Eh you know so well."
"Did you?"
"Yes, too" Dio replied with a laugh. "Yes mending memorized dikit but in amalin rather than memorized much but dicuekkin."
"Huh! Ngeles aja kayak bajaj. The good thing is you memorize a lot of lo also mengamalin everything."
"Sendiko dawuh Gusti ...."
"Gue is here tonight" said Revan.
"Tumben very lo. Wh why? You fight again with brother lo?"
"It's not that ..," Revan dodged.
"That seems like it," guess Dio. Revan was about to say something but stopped because his phone vibrated a sign of an incoming call. Revan accepted. Not long after, Revan went home to Dio.
"Gue go home first."
Dio moved, "eh where are you going? He said he'd like to go for a ride?" the question went unanswered because Revan was gone.
"Come by greetings. Go home with greetings. Satan is."
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