Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??
Zero point
Roses seemed excited by the equipment he bought for sewing.
Unimaginable before, the activities in his new home, he was guided by fate to start his career again from zero.
In between his time, Pastri mbak also slammed the Roses as much as possible.
As hard as the Rose told her to rest, she would stay busy with her cloths and scissors.
Until sometimes, he overslept on the sofa while accompanying Roses staying up late to finish his facial samples to be sold quickly.
The clock shows at 1 am.
The Rose's body was tired of working again.
He just needs a little rest.
"Huaammm(vaporized), God is at one o'clock", saw his mother who slept on the sofa still holding the cloth she planned to cut.
"Husband, mother, Rose did say not to be forced" said Rose while taking a blanket and put it on his mother's body.
It's 1 o'clock, I better pray, murmured Rose once again looking towards the wall clock.
Roses ablaze and prepare for tahajud prayers.
In praying one third tonight, Rose did not forget to pray for everyone in his life, especially his Mother and her Mami.
He implored her to have enlightenment and embrace the Rose once.
He also asked for all the affairs and efforts of the Rose in this new place.
And given a stronger heart in the face of every life destiny he lived.
A prayer that does not forget the Rose always prays in its prayer in one third of the night......
اَللّٰهُمَّ لَكَ الْحَمْدُ اَنْتَ قَيِّمُ السَّمَوَاتِ وَاْلاَرْضِ وَمَنْ فِيْهِنَّ، وَلَكَ الْحَمْدُ اَنْتَ مَالِكُ السَّمَوَاتِ وَاْلاَرْضِ وَمَنْ فِيْهِنَّ، وَلَكَ الْحَمْدُ اَنْتَ نُوْرُ السَّمَوَاتِ وَاْلاَرْضِ وَمَنْ فِيْهِنَّ، وَلَكَ الْحَمْدُ اَنْتَ الْحَقُّ وَوَعْدُكَ الْحَقُّ وَلِقَاءُكَ حَقٌّ وَقَوْلُكَ حَقٌّ وَالْجَنَّةُ حَقٌّ وَالنَّارُ حَقٌّ وَالنَّبِيُّوْنَ حَقٌّ مُحَمَّدٌ صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ حَقٌّ وَالسَّاعَةُ حَقٌّ
Aminnn, amennn o Allah..
He then fell asleep on his tongue.
It was as if his body had also asked the Rose to rest immediately.
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The next morning the Rose has been seen packing some of his homemade mucenah wrap.
"Buk, Roses say yes, pray for Bestis" said Rose kissed the back of her mother's hand.
"Be careful son" said Pastri kissing Rose's forehead.
"Assalammualaikum", said Rose began to walk out of the house.
"Walaikumsalam", said Mbak Lastri let his son fight for his career.
Rose is not a graduate, but his mindset exceeds the thinking of someone who has a bachelor's degree.
The wise always say,
...*The best teacher in life is the experience itself*...
The rose itself proves that.
It's okay that he is not a Bachelor graduate, most importantly his hard work and mission to be more advanced he always holds and his experience so far makes him have new ideas for all his advanced designs.
Maybe her sewing skills were trivial.
But.!!, should always be remembered.
A designer will not be able to have his own brand if he does not feel the fall awake and start sewing with his own two hands.
A Writer cannot create a work without ever reading a stack of great works that spark inspiration from within him.
There is nothing instant, that is what always planted the Rose when starting to pioneer his career.
The sun began to sting.
Did not feel the Rose had gone around to menjawahnya merchandise until the prayer time dhuhur call.
"Alhamdulillah", exclaimed the Rose wiping his forehead that was wet because of sweat heard the sound of Azhan dhuhur reverberating.
The rose stopped for a moment in a mosque.
He prayed in between his time selling.
Although today, not a single Rose trade was sold.
There was a chat with a mosque manager with a man there.
"Where is this Mr. Nasir.??, why can there be a lot of damaged mukenah..??, what later if there are travelers or people around who intend to pray here.
??", said one who was seen from his appearance showing that he was an Ustad there.
"I am also confused sir, I have cleaned the entire mosque as usual, this also never happened, where did the rat came from.???" said the mosque manager confused.
"Astagfirullah, how is this..??" lamented mr. ustad.
Roses that hear their debate try to get closer.
"Assalammualaikum sir", said Roses.
"Walaikumsalam", said the two men before him together.
"Sorry before, I accidentally heard the talk of the two fathers, if you may know why sir.?", asked Rose.
"Look son, our mosque is all damaged in the face torn by rats, whereas before there were no rats around the mosque, we were also surprised" said Mr. Ustad explained.
"May I give you a solution sir.??", asked Rose.
"Yes, what is it ..??" said the mosque manager curious.
The rose walked over to her bag of sales and took a few packages of fresh.
The two men looked at each other to see the rose that gave off a lot of face.
"Sir, this is me coincidentally selling the faith" said Mawar handed it to the mosque manager.
They accepted it, when they saw it they were quite impressed by its beauty.
"Alhamdulillah, very fitting, son what is his name.??" said mr. ustad.
"Roses sir", said the Rose.
"Thank you Rose, we need it, I take it.!, how much is this.??" asked ustad.
Roses immediately refused a helping of money from Mr. Ustad.
"Sorry sir, accept it, I sincerely help" said Mawar did not receive the money.
Ustad was stunned.
"Sayallah, then how will you sell, what is the loss.??" asked Mr. Ustad.
"God willing, my sir is really sincere, let's just say this is my beginning to pioneer the business, just pray yes sir", said Mawar.
"Alhamdulillah, definitely want a rose, I will pray that the trade is smooth" said Mr. Ustad.
"Amin, thank you sir, let me say goodbye, assalammualaikum", said Mawar passed away from the mosque and returned down the road to sell.
Mr. Ustad and the manager of the mosque were very impressed with the temperament of the Roses.
In the midst of his struggle to make a living, he still had time to think about sodaqoh.
That afternoon the rose came home with a bag that had partially reduced in weight.
Pastri was happy, he thought his son's merchandise sold well on his first day of selling.
"Assalammualaikum buk" said Rose kissed the back of her mother's hand and immediately sat down beside her mother.
"Walaikumsalam, drink first son.??" said Pastri thrusting water that he deliberately prepared at the table for Roses.
"Where is the sale, selling.??" asked Pastri enthusiastically.
"Not one buk" said Rose sipped the water given by her mother.
"But like your bag of sales reduced a lot of goods son" said Mbak Lastri astonished.
"Last noon the Roses to pray in the buk mosque, well they were completely exposed to the disaster of the rat attack that destroyed the mosque's face, yes Roses have already given some of the Mukenah Roses to the mosque, gpp right buk..??", mawar recounted the incident at the mosque.
Pastri was stunned to hear the words of the Rose.
O Allah, what kind of child is this Rose.??, muttered Pastri in the heart.
"Oh Allah, my dear, your heart is glorious" said Pastri.
"Gpp buk, let's just say the beginning of the Rose business this time began by seeking the uninterrupted reward of Allah through the intermediary of the Mosque" said Mawar.
Pastri hugged his proud son.
"Yes son, yes, may Allah accept your good practice yes" said Mbak Lastri shed tears over the Rose veil.
He was grateful in his old days, God left a child so extraordinary to be with him until his death.
