Friendship Has Changed Destiny

Chapter 4.The hidden good

Dawn dawned on the eastern horizon, and the birds chirped out of their nests cheerfully jumping here and there, moving from one branch to the other and the dew drops that are still attached to the leaves add to the coolness and the beauty of the morning atmosphere in the backyard of Zia's rented house.

After carrying out the obligation to worship her Rob, Zia also did homework washing clothes, cleaning the house and yard and making breakfast while cooking her family's lunch needs.

Since her mother was sickly, she took over all the housework her mother used to do.

Actually the mother did not have the heart to see Zia who had to take care of the house, attend school, work in loundry and teach at night.

Zia barely has time to play, chat, joking with her friends like other children.

The financial condition of his family is all-starved plus his mother's disease which requires a considerable maintenance fee and the cost of his sister's school and the rent that must be paid every month makes Zia have to bear the responsibility large.

Fortunately, since SLTP to SMU Zia always excels at school so Zia and her parents never spend money on her education.

While Zia's father was only a rickshawman, who was at the crossroads of the road to a traditional market not far from his rented house. His father's income per day is only enough to buy the basic needs of the kitchen.

In fact, it is often not enough when passengers are quiet and when the rickshaw is damaged not to mention to pay deposits or rickshaw rentals every day to the rickshaw owner.

Almost half of the rickshaws there all belong to a wealthy businessman, motorized rickshaw or betor in the city.

The housework was done by Zia. Now the house is neat, the yard is clean, clothes have sunk, breakfast and side dishes for lunch have been arranged in a small closet where he always keeps food stocks.

Then he cleaned up, put on his school uniform, and then had breakfast with his mother. After finishing breakfast Zia drove her mother back to the room to rest, then say goodbye to her mother.

"Mom, Zia set out first huh", extending her hand she salim his mother and say hello,

Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Take care son", replied the mother.

"She's mom" Zia replied again as she walked out of the room.

His brother and father left first. His father brought passengers who were going to the market and his younger brother left early because he got a picket at school.

While Zia was waiting for public transport, stopped a sports car in front of her. The driver opened the glass slowly with a cold look and said, "Come on, if you don't want to be late for school."

Zia was aghast looking towards the arrival of the voice.

A young man whose appearance is almost perfect, handsome, sharp-nosed, and, the white man had dimples precisely on his right cheek but still a cold face that never at all greeted him inside and outside the class suddenly approached and invited him to leave together by riding his fancy car.

He is Angga Wiguna his classmate, niece of Mr. Mayor. Reportedly, his papa is a mining businessman and his mother has a famous boutique in the capital whose subscriptions are office mothers and artists.

Angga Wiguna lives alone in this city occupying an apartment owned by his parents. He wants to live independently away from a family that has too many rules, forced him to immediately learn the business of his parents because he was the only son in his family and was the heir who would continue his papa business.

While his mother was too busy taking care of his business until rarely at home. So he decided to stay away from them.

Nervously Zia answered Angga's invitation, "Thank you young master, let me take public transportation only, there will be someone passing by soon", Zia refused.

"Did you see there was a transport passing by", continued Angga.

"Yes, yes, why from earlier there was no public transport passing through ya", he murmured inwardly.

Hearing the words of Angga makes Zia wonder, it seems Angga knows something why today no transportation is passing there.

With doubt he stepped closer to Angga's car then Anggun opened the car door for him.

Angga immediately drove his car at medium speed towards their school.

During the trip the two were just silent, Angga focused on driving while still displaying his cold face, while Zia felt uncomfortable and hesitant to start a conversation.

Finally Zia tried to open the conversation by asking why public transportation had not passed there.

"Why didn't there be any shuttles this morning, sir?"

"You don't know, if today all the public transportation that usually passes here is on strike because of the increase of BBM, the demonstration of a strike, the owners of the vehicles and of course the drivers asked the government's policy to raise the fare tariff or to withdraw the policy of increasing BBM which they said added to the harm of the small people", angga replied without looking at Zia and remained focused on her Stir.

"Oh that's it, it's deservedly deserted the streets since then."

The two went back into silence, a moment later Angga said, "Why do you call me young master, just call my name Angga Wiguna or else it is up to you as long as you do not young master, I am not your master and you are not my brother" Angga said.

"Well, I'll call you Angga."

Finally they arrived at the school gate, then Zia said, "I got down here, yes, no need to come down to the parking lot" said Zia.

"Why indeed?", with a slightly disappointed looking face Angga asked.

"Are you ashamed to see the road with me?"

"Not that Ngga, I'm not good, ntar even thou shamed because friends and teachers saw us coming together let alone see me coming in your car, especially if seen by...", suddenly Zia fell silent she did not continue her words, she remembered the words of Bella and Lusy that no one should know if they threatened Zia.

Zia cannot be friends with students who are not socioeconomic equal to him.

"Why are you silent, someone forbids you from hanging out with me."

"No, no one forbids me, only I feel incomparable with you and other friends."

"Understanding, the level of man is not us who determines Zia, we are all equal in the eyes of God.

Any property, position or status is not a measure that the degree of man is higher or lower than that of another man."

In accordance with the word of God in Surat Al-Hujurat verse 13 :

...which means :...

..."O people! indeed, we created you from a man and a woman and made you nations and tribes so that you may know one another....

...Verily the noblest among you by Allah is the most righteous....

"So Zia, the degree of a person is determined by his devotion to Allah. You do not need to be insecure, you do not need to be afraid, you have the right to be friends with anyone you think is good including me", while smiling sweetly Angga said and looked at Zia.

Zia only blushed in embarrassment, only this time she saw Angga smiling, it turned out that behind the cold face was stored goodness that she never expected.