I Hold Asa And Love In Prayer

Apes

When the windfall comes, all that is left is free time. That is what is happening to Nuril, his cooperation with Fadil began to run. The demand began to come. They are now recruiting two new employees. Work with residential contractors began.

'' Didn't expect to be a lot of customers directly, the time I opened myself took years to get customers. But when I ran out of capital and closed it all down. And now we're in a flood of orders. Rejeki you are good Ril, said Fadil while piling iron that just came.

'' Alhamdulillah our fortune Dil, '' said Nuril who was also doing the same work. Time has shown at seven o'clock in the evening. But they still work. Nuril's phone had rang many times, but the busyness made the man forget a little about the flat object stored in his waist bag.

He even forgot to tell his wife that today he was working overtime. Almost eight o'clock in the evening, their work was just done. Nuril picked up the waist bag she had stored on the table.

'' Athaghfirullah, I really forgot Ngabarin Risda, '' Nuril said as he reached into his waist bag and took the flat object. So many incoming messages as well as missed tal calls.

'' Amafin brother dek,'' lirih Nuril while pressing the number of the wife. Not yet the call entered his phone has darkened. The phone battery is lowbat

'' O Allah, '' he murmured as he brushed his hair. Shown in his eyes how much the wife must be worried by him.

'' Why Ril?, '' asked Fadil who saw the look of the restless face of the friend.

'' I forgot my wife's ngabarin, '' said Nuril while wearing a jacket and hurriedly riding his motorbike.

'' I went back first, assalamualaikum, '' Nuril exclaimed before putting on a helmet and turning on the engine.

'' Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,'' replied Fadil who was still standing staring at the departure of the friend.

Nuril pulled the motor gas deep enough, making the speed of the motor was quite fast, he just wanted to get home soon. Meet the wife who must be waiting anxiously.

At the crossroads to, home. The motor light dimmed and the gas did not work properly. Slowly the motor slowed down. And finally it stopped completely.

'' Athaghfirullah, '' said Nuril, we already feel it. On the streets that are quite quiet now the motorbike must strike. Nuril got off the bike in a panic, his brain was hard to think. Fuel is still sufficient but several times turned on it does not also turn on the engine of the motor. He tried to check his teeth but there seemed to be no problem. The man breathed deeply.

Nuril looked paced, his mind was no longer calm, the shadow of his wife continued to haunt. Guilt was so great in his heart.

A silver car stopped right beside him who was standing with a frenzy staring at his motorbike which did not want to light up. Someone opened the mobi glass. Looks beautiful women with makeup full make up waving at Nuril.

'' Hai Nuril right?, why ?,'' asked the woman, Nuril slightly bent her body to see clearly who was in the car.

'' Yuna, '' said Nuril, the woman smiled widely while nodding. The woman's head stretched out to see more clearly what had happened to her friend.

'' Strike ''' asked Yuna, who was taken by Nuril.

'' Hunt goes up, rain nih, '' Yuna said as she pushed the door to enter Nuril. With a bit of discomfort Nuril accepted Yuna's offer, in addition to where her bike broke down far from the workshop, she also wanted to get home soon.

'' Thanks Yun, where did ?,'' asked Nuril at a glance looking at the sexy-clothed woman beside him, but quickly the man turned his face away. There was no way he could stare at the smooth thighs that were just the ones presented beside him. The mini skirt ten inches above the knee makes Yuna's thigh clearly plastered.

'' Coming home from work, you yourself?, Yuna asked back while looking at Nuril who was now sitting upright staring at the dark street ahead.

'' Same, go home from work too. Oh yes, the installation I installed yesterday how , is there an obstacle ?,'' asked Nuril pleasantries.

'' No, there's no problem all good. May dong I ask for your hp number, let later if there is anything I can easily contact you, said Yuna while reaching for the phone on the car dashboard and reaching out to Nuril. Nuril picked it up and immediately entered her contact number.

''Oh yes, the number of workshops that can take a motor can be simple?, ''' asked Nuril who still holds Yuna's phone.

'' It's easy, I'll call later. You stay only the key, said Yuna while reaching for her mobile phone in Nuril's hands. Nuril slightly flinched with Yuna's actions. The reflex he released quickly Yuna's phone, fortunately Yuna was quick to grasp it.

'' Just relax Ril, hold it tight, '' Yuna said. Nuril only smiled wryly, then took the key in his jacket pocket.

'' Yes, I have put the key, later you give my number to the workshop person. Later if it's done, I take the bike, said Nuril while putting the key on the dashboard.

'' Okay, this is the direction of your house where?, '' asked Yuna who had just walked straight.

'' Straight there was a gap in front of take right, Nuril gave a hint. Yuna seemed to nod following Nuril's direction. Arriving at the intersection that Nuril meant he followed the direction of the man beside him. The streets are narrower but the housing looks a lot lined up there.

'' In front of the stop, it was my house, Nuril said, pointing to his house. Yuna nodded with eyes following Nuril's index finger. Arriving at the designated place Yuna stepped on the brake pedal. Stopping the speed of his car in front of a simple house where there was a woman standing on the porch with a gaze pointed at his car.

'' Thanks Yun, you come down?, I know my wife, said Nuril while pushing the car door.

'' Next time it's too bad, '' said Yuna with a sweet smile etched on her lips.

'' Yes, once again. Thanks, '' continued Nuril who then got down from the car. Yuna flipped her car, opened the car glass and honked before re-applying.

Risda who saw the figure of the woman in the car that delivered the husband was already upset. All the bad thoughts danced in his mind.

'' Dear Assalamualaikum, '' said Nuril with a smile and a quick step towards the wife.

'' Wa'alaikumussalam,'' ketus Risda who then rushed in without welcoming the husband. His heart was filled with frustration.