Khadijah the Angel of My Heaven
Chapters 17. Small Gift
"Here is calm! I won't let my sister get into trouble with a boy like you, but I'm going to make a report to the authorities because you've been blackmailing my sister! So that there are no other victims that you will squeeze!" azril said looking down at the black-clothed man.
"Hey bre***secret! Lo ngancem me! I didn't feel for Lo's sister, but your sister was wrong so she had to take responsibility!" the man shouted, not accepting.
"I'm not ngancem you, I just remember you so as not to arbitrarily the same person who is helpless! After all, everyone here also knows that your motorbike is okay - nothing but a little beret but you look like it has been badly damaged. What's his name if it's not blackmail! You should have been responsible for my sister's bike to the point of being so damaged because you kicked it!" azril looked at the man.
Azril took his phone and pretended to contact one of his friends.
"Hallo Mr. Commander," said Azril while attaching a mobile phone in his ear.
"Hey wait for you!" prevent the man in black clothes, suddenly his guts shrivel.
Azril looked at him with a questionable gaze while closing the speaker hole of his phone.
"Please hang up the phone, sir! I will take responsibility" said the man.
"okay!" answer Azril at a glance.
"So commander, I still have a little business later I call again!" said Azril who was still pretending and then hung up his phone.
Azril looked at the man arrogantly while folding his hands.
"Master, here's your money I'm giving you back! I'm sorry sir, I'll fix your brother's bike" the man said with a slight tremble.
"I'm sorry to my sister not to me! Besides I didn't tell you to fix the bike, I could buy him another new one!" said Azril who was going to take his car.
"Okay sir, thank you."
The man approached Omar and apologized to him.
"Mar, you take the car, you wait here!"
"Good bang,"
Azril walked up to his luxury sports car.
When Azril brought his car closer to his sister-in-law, the man in black was just stunned and increasingly reluctant to see Azril who looked rich and cool.
"Mar, that's your bike how? Do you want to be left alone? We can buy the one that just happened!" ask Azril.
"Don't bang, this bike keepsake from grandfather too dear to throw away, let me take it home while walking bang,"
"Don't! You just send it to the surrounding residents later to be taken by my men, you go home with me yes!" pinta Azril's.
"Good bang,"
Omar left his broken bike to the surrounding residents, then he got into his sister-in-law's sports car with an amazing happy heart.
"Please don't bother my sister! Or you'll know the consequences!" threaten Azril to the man.
"Okay sir, forgive me." the man looked down in fear.
Azril did not answer, he closed his glass and left.
Actually arrogant and arbitrary nature is not the true nature of Azril, he is a man who is supple and easy to pity. But he was acting so arrogant like that just hurt because his sister had been bullied and underestimated by others, he could not imagine what if Alia saw his sister being bullied like that, the wife may cry for her sister 3 days and 3 nights.
"Thank you so much for helping, you,"
"Together Mar, do not hesitate! You are also my sister now" Azril reminded.
"Ready bang,"
"You want to go home, Mar?" ask Azril.
"No bang, I want to go to the place where the father sells, his place in front of the Junior High School and adjacent to the factory area not far from here, want to help the father sell" replied Omar.
"Are you helping me out every day?" ask Azril.
"Yes bang, every time I go home from school. But this was I had an additional tutoring suddenly so I can help you at this hour. That's why I was in a hurry to hit people because my bike brake was also broken bang, I was afraid father was hassled alone."
Azril suddenly pityed his sister-in-law, usually young men his age had whined for a motorcycle but Omar was very simple and understanding to his parents. Suddenly he became amazed at the figure of Omar who is what it is.
After his car arrived, he also saw his father-in-law was really troubled to serve some buyers alone while washing dirty bowls alone.
Azril imagined how heavy the father-in-law every day had to push the heavy and large meatball cart, again his heart suddenly sad. When he and his wife can eat well, sleep well, all they can buy easily, but on the other hand his wife's family is so alive with simplicity.
Why hasn't Alia told him about her family all this time?
Is he so focused on his personal life and work that he doesn't pay attention to his wife's family?
Ah he just realized, if his wife is simple. Even the debit card he loves only decreases by 1/4 of every month he gives. She was lucky to be with such a nice and simple woman.
He also promised himself to visit his wife's family often, because all this time he had only been there intermittently without knowing their true lives.
"Assynolajet.. Dad," said Omar and Azril together.
"Wa'alaikum.. Warahmatullahi.. Rumarakatuh.." replied Mr. Amir with a happy sparkle when the son and son-in-law suddenly came and kissed his hand.
"Sorry father, Omar was there an additional tutoring suddenly, so just got here!" said Omar felt guilty, he immediately headed to the laundry bowl and the glass that had piled up.
"It's okay, Mar, I can be alone."
"I'm from my dad's office, pick up my wife. He's been home from noon."
"Yes, Nak Azril to the house first, let father and Omar briefly follow. Thank God my dad's trading is almost finished when it's still at this hour,"
"Alhamdulillah Father, it's okay I help here dad. It's over again." Azril insisted on helping.
"Well, if Nak Azril isn't tired, I don't have a problem."
"No father, Azril is not tired."
Azril immediately approached Omar and helped Omar wash the dirty bowls in the laundry tub.
"Bang, don't tell the house people yes if I just fell and hit people, later about the bike let me find my own reason" Omar whispered to his brother-in-law.
"OK bro!" azril replied, and both of them chuckled while imagining the frightened face of the black-clothed man earlier.
Not long enough, just one hour of trading Pak Amir has run out, because the existence of the handsome duo Azril and Omar who always smile at the customers who buy, because of the existence of the handsome duo Azril and Omar who always smile at the customers who buy, so some mothers buy because they only seek attention on both.
The three of them finally went home to drive Azril's sports car with a little coercion, because the father who had looked exhausted wanted to go home pushing his own wagon.
For Mr. Amir it is common and not heavy because it has been decades, while Azril did not have the heart to see his father-in-law had to push the cart itself.
And finally Pak Amir's cart was driven by two Azril men to his house.
***
At the residence of Mr. Amir, Alia who saw her husband's car coming, suddenly ran small towards the front yard. She was so happy to see her husband pick her up.
Then she stopped her steps as her brother and father also got out of her husband's car.
"Assalamualaikum." said the three men.
"Wa'alaikum.. Warahmatullahi.. It's hard." replied Alia.
"Well, Bang Azril and Omar?" ask Alia curious.
"So Nak Azril helped me sell Al meatballs" said Mr. Amir.
Alia kissed her father's hand and scrambled her sister's hair at a glance.
"Goddessa.. My handsome CEO wants to sell meatballs too! Just make me amazed!" praise Alia smiling sweetly in a spoiled style.
"Bas based on brother bucin!" cibir Omar and chose to enter with his father.
"Iri sign of inadequacy, Wek!" Alia stuck out her tongue behind the sister who had walked in.
"It's cool, baby! You can sell meatballs!" azril said to raise his eyebrows.
"It's so cool, dear brother!" Alia smiled as she raised her two thumbs in front of her husband.
"The message earlier in the chat was not bales, it was again help dad,"
"Yes dear, who buy a lot so not perfect bales. Sorry, my dear!" Azril held the wife's cheek gently.
"Nothing dear, let's eat. I'm the same mom cooks good!"
Alia took her husband and went into the house to eat with her family.
After finishing their dinner together and long conversations, finally at 8 pm, Azril and Alia decided to go home and promised to visit again the next day.
***
Early in the morning at 6 a.m., a man came to Mr. Amir's house.
"Assalamualaikum Pak Amir and Bu Siti," said the handsome man in a neat suit.
"Wa'alaikumsalam. sorry who are you?" asked Mr. Amir looking at him in wonder.
"My name is Dennis, I'm Assistant Young Master Nazril Mohammad, your son-in-law." Dennis introduced himself.
"Oh let's go to the young man, please" asked Mr. Amir.
"In a moment, sir,"
Dennis is seen telling some of his men to take down two new matic motorcycles from the top of a large pickup car outside the yard of Mr. Amir.
Two N-max motorcycles in black and white, beautifully parked in the yard of Mr. Amir's house.
While Anin and Omar only admired the large body matic motor in his heart.
"Please welcome Mr. Amir, this is a motorbike for Mbak Anin and Mas Omar to go to school from Boss Nazril" said Dennis while handing over the motorbike key and the completeness of the motorbike document.
"Alhamdulillah O Allah." cried Omar and Anin in their hearts.
They are very happy that his brother-in-law bought a motorcycle that they had always wanted, even to dream of having it they did not dare, but now the bike is theirs. They were truly grateful in their hearts.
"But Dennis, this is too fancy for us. We felt it was inappropriate to use the luxury goods" said Mr. Amir who wanted to return the keys and documents of the motorbike.
"No Mr. Amir, our boss is a conglomerate how can he let all of you who have become his family live in distress. So you just take this little gift." Dennis refused Mr. Amir's hand that was thrust in front of him politely, "Ohe's another one I want to show you, sir" Dennis said.
