GOODBYE

68. The monetary crisis

Then came the time of the dogs....

Opened with the sababiah of the monetary crisis that “ suddenly” hit this country, the bread factory owned by Akas was faltered in the storm. Soaring prices of various basic goods, including wheat, sugar, and butter, which seemed to penetrate the sky made this effort difficult to survive. Because the cost of production is more expensive than the selling price. Rotated-putter, still more expensive fall. Not realistic in business.

So, his sharia, after all-out persist, finally this bakery was collapsed by bequeathing a large SHU. “Sisa debt”. Understandably, some time before the crisis hit, Akas received credit from a private bank that was then forced to be accepted. It was hard to force him. Lose style Sir “head sexy” Yayang first.

The monetary crisis, everyone has heard. Difficult situation, all understood. But debt is still debt. If unable to install or pay it off, then the guarantee will be confiscated according to the agreement first. Yes, everyone knows it too. So, Asih also looked down bitterly....

“Asih, a year two years ago no one thought there would be this incident, right?” I am calming his wife. “When we agree to accept the credit there is also no sign of crisis. Know-how, this is the reality. Drawn sad, yes sad. Drawn in annoyance, yes annoyed. But, la haula walaa quwwata illa billah. We are helpless, He has a story.”

He sighed, still down.

“The story, we are being loved by Him. Believe, right?"

Raise the face. Akas smiled.

“Believe, no..?” he's fishing again.

Even the nodding.

“Where, try?”

While still staring at her husband, Asih shook her head slowly.

I also smiled back. “Dalil earlier, if without taste, it is still just a postulate. Indeed, la haula walaa quwwata illa billah covers everything. Everything is powerless, only He is the Almighty. Well, it feels a little bit that, told to us through events like this, So, can be felt, even a little, that we are helpless.”

“Not a bit, Mas. So much of this."

“What?”

“That's...”

I laughed softly.

“Yes, that was part of the story earlier. If there is no debt, do not know what it feels like to have a cramped debt like this, yes, right?”

“He-eh, very thicket,” sahut Asih slowly, his eyes wet.

I grabbed his wife. Even the crying...

But, not for long. They did not want to continue to dissolve in this sort of pseudo-constancy. I said, "Don't worry and don't be sad. He is, Most Merciful and Most Merciful. There is no love beyond His love, no love beyond His love. Laa khaufumn 'alaihim walaa hum yabzanuun. We are only asked to confirm faith in Him..”.

Asih nodded while wiping away the rest of her tears.

Alaa inna auliyaa - llaahi laa khaufun 'alaihim walaa hum yahzanuun. Alladziina aamanuu wansanganuu yattaquun. Lahumul basyraa fil hayaatid dunyaa wa fil aakhirah. Remember, indeed, the guardians of Allah, there is no concern for them and they are not (after all) sad. Those who believe and fear. For them is glad tidings in the life of the world and the Hereafter.... (QS. Jonah: 62-64).

Not long ago, Asih who had been sad, now was able to grimace sweetly. Nih, the symptoms of teas tripenya began to appear again. Then, replace Akas who is “kawat” now. You see, if it is provoked, teas tripenya it can be very hard. Like old times.

“Ya already, Mas. Let's pay off that debt,” he said steadily. “As soon as I was approached by a bank person. Forgot what if they used to be coercive..”.

Akas. Right, guys?

“Kan no money it.”

“What money?” I pretended not to know.

“That's it...,” Asih looked at her husband.

“Oo.... Then, Wulan school how?”

“Where will it be,” replied Asih, in the style of duck cueknya.

Acas mesem, “Really, nih?"

Asih. Her husband nodded with a smile.

It seems that“true allotments” those savings are already starting to show. However, it was not enough to cover all the existing bank debt. Thus, Akas also proposed to auction off their business assets.

“If there is a right, God willing we can do it again. For now, the bank can no longer tolerate. They will also be affected by this crisis, Asih, and this is what our agreement used to be. It's not their fault. Further, it's nobody's fault. It's the line,” said the husband.

“Iya, Mas. Bagusan so, than his house was confiscated. Even more trouble later. Loss twice us,” Asih responded.

Akas smiled. There is only the youngest daughter of the late Kyai Sanusi. Cook up to twice? Much too?

There is no loss in this kind of business. The loss was only for those who failed to encounter “straight”. Those whose shiraathal mustaqiim are hindered various “senda guru”. As a result, the straight path also appears wavy, swollen, or even blurry at all. Doesn't look anything except “flashing falsehood”. Isn't innal insaana lafii khusrin? Is it true that man is really in a loss? Illal ladziina aamanuu, except those who believe. This is said by God, the Lord of the Universe. Is there anything else worth questioning?

But, that was the story of the sky, if in the story of the earth is not very wrong analysis Asih. Counts can indeed “loss twice” if the land follows the house, all factory assets are simultaneously used as collateral for this credit seized by the bank.

The business assets were also sold. Thank God, it's not hard. Not a week ago it was announced, there was already a buyer, an old iron master. Honestly, this Madura boss. He said frankly that this bread factory tool is not to be prepared, but will be used by his sister for a business. I don't know what effort. Incredibly, there are still those who talk of effort in the midst of a situation like this. But, Allah is Oft-Regulatory, He likes to govern His own. And, because it will be used again then the price is good Not counted by the elders, that is.

However, it still hasn't been enough as well. There is still less funds collected from Asih savings and asset sales to cover the burden of the debt. Actually can be instilled, but instead “loss three times” later because eroded interest considering now nil income. Indeed there is no good choice, full closed is the most delicious of the displeasure. The rules are only subject to penalty fines, do not use flowers, as long as the money is there.

“Tanggung, Mas, must be finished all together. If not even add crushes,” Asih said, commenting on the situation.

Akas nodded, while looking for an idea of the solution.

“We just sell this house to Kang Said..,” chirps Asih.

“Sold?” I looked at his wife. Frankly shocked as well because that was the idea that was running through his mind just now. Of course it's not appropriate to be removed without looking at the situation, is it? Because this is the Asih house from the inheritance of his parents. However, apparently....

“Iya, meningan sold to Kang Said rather than seized by the bank. At least my house did not fall on anyone else. How, Mas?" ask Asih, rigid.

For a moment, Akas was still staring at his wife. Then, nod with a smile. And so, Asih smiled back. Smile both.

“Funny yes, Mas. Like a wheel,” he murmured.

“Where is that?" I pretended not to understand what it meant

“Yes, kayak wheels muter. While below, while above, down again, later back up, hehehe...”.

I laughed when I heard his wife's naughtiness. Incredibly, Asih did not look daunted even though he said he would return to the bottom. “God, nothing is spared of You. You are also this,” sigh Akas in heart.