Dimadu Tak Semanis Honey

CHAPTERS. 2

Tonight there was a thunderbolt so deafening, it kept and kept repeating. The wind was blowing louder than usual, it seemed like it was going to rain tonight.

"Hmm, looks like I should provide some buckets and basins"

Yes, when the rain fell along with the strong wind, the roof of my house leaked a lot, almost all the buckets and basins I have I used to hold the water that dripped, um precisely not dripping but pouring. hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi

And sure enough, tonight it rained so hard, the thunder in the sky made me even more afraid, hopefully this house does not collapse. Nothing leaked, the important thing is we can still spend the night at home.

Bcor in my room, in the living room at the same time the dining room and family room, and in my room.the bucket and basin we have are all used, all used, my bed was wet because it seemed like the precariousness of my room broke until the water came down hard.

I let out a long sigh, this time I have to sleep with a narrow, dry place with a wide just fit for my body.

Although the situation is sad like this, I am not too take heart, this has become a thing that can be for me, why should I cry? God gives trials to those who are great and strong, which means I am a great and strong person.

Tonight the rooster did not crow, he was in the stomach of the owner. I don't know what the chicken was?

Even so, I am not late to pray tahajjud. Until dawn, the rain did not stop. Zidan and I sat in front of the stove waiting for the rice to cook while warming up.

Today I fry onion crackers, 250gr for 4 thousand rupiah already got two jars of crackers, we will eat with it.

Zidan thrust his palm towards the fire, it felt hot enough that he put both hands on his face. I looked at my little sister's face with guilt and sadness.

"Zidan's..."

"are you sad we don't live like this?"

"no tea, usual stuff"

" don't you want to be rich? nice shoes, nice bag and big pocket money"

"he he he wants" he said innocently while grinning.

I've never been sad about my situation like this, only I sometimes feel so sad to see my only sister can't be like other children who are the same age as her.

"Teh tomorrow night there is a grand study at the village hall, he said the Kiai who likes to be on TV"

"Yes, teteh will also be his committee who gives drinking water to his invited guests"

That is, every big event I was always assigned to deliver the dish to guests of honor or VIP guests. They say because I am beautiful, the poor beauty. Astarghfirullah's.

"yes wake up Father, we eat together, it's okay today we eat the same crackers"

Eating crackers is not a strange thing for us. It's just that now the father is sick, it doesn't feel appropriate to just eat with crackers. O Allah can you change the life of the servant, no need to be luxurious just that the servant wants the Father and the servant sister can eat well and live in a decent place.

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Enthusiasm of the community is not only from my village, residents from other villages also present, how not the speaker of ustadz who always appear on TV. Ah I don't really know who, because I don't have a TV at home.

Today just focus on being a committee and I can get some committee money and rice boxes, not to forget also with the Snack box. Dad and Zidan will have a great meal tonight.

People are so busy visiting the spiritual flush event this time, the atmosphere is so crowded and boisterous. Ustadz is still in the house of the village head, his event will be started after the isa later, but once completed magrib people have gathered scrambling to sit at the front. I wonder how this ustadz until the citizens are really enthusiastic about what else the mother mother.

Adzan isa reverberated, it looks like invited guests have not come, I choose to go to the mosque which happens to be still one location. I hurried to get some water and entered the mosque. Still empty? is it possible for people to delay the isa prayer just because they want to sit at the front?

Suddenly I saw a group of men enter, I did not pay attention to one by one of them, my eyes only focused on people who look striking and different from others, he seemed to be talking to the village chief.

The man looked very handsome in my opinion, he wrapped his turban cloth around his head, with his white robe covered in a black suit, he also wore glasses, he said, his nose was pointed and his lips were densely red blushing, not having a whisker there was only a thin beard. Ah maybe it's ustadz that makes mommy so excited.

Some of them settled towards me, I looked around and realized that I was the only woman in the mosque.

I decided to join the congregation with them, at the same time there was a elderly woman who came in and stood beside me, she smiled briefly, before we finally did the congregational prayer solemnly.

We did dhikr for a moment. I took off my face and folded it back, I put it in the drawer of the mosque.

"hey boy, wait a minute" said the old woman.

"yes ma'am, what's wrong?" I'm buru

"are you a real person here?"

"yes Ma'am I'm a native of here, what's the matter?" askanyu friendly

"what's your name?"

"Siti Nurul Khotimah Bu, sorry Mom I hunted I should serve drinks to VIP guests"

"oh yes, son, please"

I immediately rushed so as not to be late, I was afraid that the Village Chief was angry.

Brukkkk

"Sorry sir, I didn't intentionally, sorry"

I just apologized by lowering my head and running straight away, I thought it was just a small matter that didn't have to be a big one.

Uh! fortunately I was not late, a friend of the committee friend in charge of serving food and drinks was still sitting relaxed.

"Hayu, that village chief has already told us to go forward"

I picked up a tray carrying a plate of fruits. We walk when the guest is in the front seat. Like her they were the entourage of ustadz from the city, because her face was so unfamiliar, I had never seen it before. While in the second row invited guests from the surrounding apparatus. Although not familiar but their faces are not foreign anymore.

"please drink it" said my friend to a woman I had seen.

"Siti.." her greeting softly while smiling. I just returned his smile and nodded my head.

Me and my friend went to the back, me and the other committee gathered there.

"Siti, who was it?"

"don't know Siti, too, was praying in the mosque met"

"Oh, which one is it?" ask my other friend.

"That's the one with the black robe, the pretty pisan"

"it's a nini tea but it's beautiful"

"iya or pan city people mah what else rich people like care to the salon"

"the impression is old and also his wae geulis"

I just smiled hearing them gossip she was in the middle of a recitation.Wow?

We heard the ustadz lecture solemnly, sometimes we were all made to laugh out loud because of the jokes pak ustadz.

Ah, ustadz that's why it's so handsome. Masha Allah your creation. I murmured in my heart.

I feel uncomfortable, I don't know but I feel like someone is watching me, not knowing where it's going. I looked around every corner, looking for the eyes that were staring at me. But I found no one anywhere, people were focusing on the ustadz's talk. Ah that's just my feeling maybe. Shame of the time if other people know about my attitude, is not it said too pessimistic later?

I tried to shake off that feeling, and refocused on the contents of the ustadz's talk.but again I felt very uncomfortable, I was sure that this time someone was staring at me,,,, I was,,, my eyes were fixed on a white luxury car, I felt like there was someone in it watching me. The driver! ha ha ha might indeed have a driver waiting for his master. I feel amused about myself.

Three hours already the ustadz gave his tausiyah. The event ended with a prayer together.

The Ustadz and his entourage walked towards the house of the village chief. It is only at the audience to disperse themselves regularly.

We remain the committee in charge of cleaning all the whining and intangible techniques that exist, including litter scattered. It is not strange anymore if every event, whatever the form of the event is always a lot of merchants with buyers who are not aware to throw garbage in its place.

I picked up a broom and started cleaning up the trash, after my friend Diah.

"Ti, the ustadz is his handsome gravestone, ih I'm so inget continues"

"pantesan ajah ya, mother on the splash and spirit of the pisan, until the spit sat the front"

"yes, yes, it turns out to be more handsome than on TV"

" don't know if you don't have a TV at home"

"nih ya Ti, ustadz is often on TV shows, often ngisi show at the cult if the fasting month before breaking"

Uh! how do I know there is such an event? TV ajah does not have, after all, when I open I am most cooking in the kitchen.

"Ti's... Siti..." The village chief called while running small. Diah and I stopped our hand that was sweeping.

"What's up, Mr. Kades?"

"Follow my same heula, the simple pretentious first her broom"

"where are we going sir?"

"Udah come with me first"

Mr. Kades walked in front of me in a hurry. His steps stopped in front of a white luxury car, a car I had suspected

The car door opened after Tiit sounded, what was the sound of the car door like that? mind asked. Out of the car came a woman who had met me in the mosque.

"Siti, this is Amira's mother. She is the grandmother of pas ustadz Zaelani who was speaking in our village" explained Mr. Kades.

"Oh." I just smiled gently at Amira's mother, my fingers linked to each other. I'm feeling nervous.

"Sity..." Amira's mother grabbed my hand, her hands were cold and very soft, the smell was also so fragrant.

"Yes Ma'am"

"This is my granddaughter Zaelani"

ustadz who was just talking came down from the car. He put his palms together, and lowered his head while smiling. I also did the same bales, there is no way we shake hands, because we are not muhrim.

" Zein, this is Siti, pretty isn't it?"

"Eyeang's choice is never wrong"

I felt a bit of heat on my face hearing their conversation. What do they both mean, God.

"Siti, here's a little parcel for you to take"

"But Ma'am..."

"Don't call me mother, just call me eye-to-eye like zein"

"oh?" I was confused by the kindness of Amira's mother.

I took a big parcel from Amira's mother, because she forced it so much.

"Thank you, heart on the road"

"Yes, excuse me, Mr. Kades"

"Yes ma'am mango, heart on the road" said Mr. Kades.

"i'll excuse Siti, Assalamualaikum" Zein said.

"Waalaikumsalam" answered me and Mr. Kades together.

Four car entourage ustadz Zein also left our village.

"What is this Mr Kades? pisan weight"

"Where do I know Neng Siti, try later you open at home, later if you meet me again you just tell me what it is"

"Pak kades also want to know what it is?"

"yes, yes, help the others to finish, it's late at night"

"yes sir"

I left Mr. Kades, I kept a parcel of the gift of Bu Amira on the table, automatically my friend boisterous friend asked, I explained in detail what happened earlier. Some of them are envious of me. I don't understand why they are envious? is it because of that parcel?

The night was getting late, and finally our work was done, we women were allowed to go home first, while other organizers and some communities were still cleaning up the others.

I opened the door of the house that was not locked, after all what was the valuable object in this gubug reot to have to lock the door. Father and Zidan seemed to have fallen asleep, I could hear from the snoring of the two of them

How could they sleep with such noise? I'm the only different room sometimes get distracted. oopss!

I can't wait to open a neatly closed parcel. I open slowly.

I felt happy when I saw the contents inside there were some kind of cake that seemed to be very delicious, There were also fruits and there was an envelope. I tore the envelope, and how surprised I was to see the contents of the envelope. 1 million! there's 1 million in that envelope. I'm happy very happy. But then I fell silent, why did Miss Amira give me all this? Ah, this must have been a donation from Ms. Amira because she knew I was such a poor girl.

"Alhamdulillah" I bowed in gratitude.