Love Istiqomah

Part 4's. From God

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In the early morning, Filzah came out of his house. Like yesterday Filzah left with the intention of finding a job. Actually Filzah heavy to leave Zaura alone at home but want how else all this he did precisely for the happiness of Zaura. The goal is to find a job one of them so that Zaura can go to school.

"Bismillbornrohaanirrohiim."

Filzah set his breath. He was standing in one of the fast food cafes that were emblazoned with the words "need a new waiter".

Filzah started entering the cafe. He was immediately greeted by one of the servants and invited himself to occupy an empty seat.

"I'm sorry ma'am I don't want to order food." Filzah refused subtly.

"Then what's going on here?, how can I help you?" Ask the waiter kindly.

"I want to meet the owner of this cafe Ma'am."

"Oh, then let's come with me Ma'am."

Filzah followed in the footsteps of the servant who led him into a room. Filzah met the owner of the cafe. An adult male whose appearance is around 40 years old.

The man looked at Filzah from the bottom up. But his gaze seemed to be mocking and did not like the appearance of Filzah. A dangling robe and khimar syar'i that covers the chest.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mommy wants to see you." The waiter explained the purpose and purpose of the arrival of Filzah to the cafe where he worked, which was to meet with his boss.

"Oh, yes. Please sit down. And you can go back to the front."

"Good Sir."

Now Filzah was sitting in the seat that had been prepared. And the waiter who brought it earlier had also returned to the front to welcome the customers at the cafe.

"I'm sorry, what did you want to see me?" Ask the man after sitting himself in front of Filzah who had sat first.

"I'm sorry sir has been annoying, I'm here to apply for a job, I see in front of the cafe Mr. there is a writing in need of a new employee and I want to apply for a job here Sir." Filzah explained the purpose and purpose of his arrival to the cafe in detail.

The man nodded his head. Expressing that he understands the explanation of Filzah.

"Oh so Ma'am..., sorry with Whose Ma'am?"

"I'm Filzah Sir."

"Oh Madam Filzah, so Miss Filzah came here to apply for a job as a waiter at my Cafe, right?"

Filzah nodded slowly. "Yes sir is right."

The cafe owner was silent for a moment. It was as if he was thinking of something. More precisely is considering a job application Filzah to be accepted or will be rejected.

"Well, I accept Ms. Filzah's proposal, and today also Ms. Filzah can immediately work."

Filzah was surprised to hear that. His eyes sparkled happily. Finally he got a job even now he can go straight to work. Filzah will be more grateful to Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala.

"But there are conditions."

Filzah was shocked a second time. It is also confusion over the continuation of the words of the cafe owner who presented a condition to him.

"Condition?" Filzah did not understand.

"Yes a condition."

"What's the condition, sir?"

The cafe owner grinned. "The signal is, you take off the long cloth on your head, and you wear a uniform in this cafe, like the waiter who brought you here."

Filzah jerks. Both his eyes were round. He was very surprised. Not expecting that the condition was to take off the long cloth wrapped around his head which indirectly told him to open his aura.

Filzah set his breath that began to pant as a result of being surprised by the proposal of conditions that were unexpected.

"So how, Madam Filzah is willing to accept the conditions that I submit?"

Filzah shook his head firmly. He drew another smile that had been engraved on his face.

The owner of the cafe was very disappointed by Filzah's decision to rush him. He deeply regretted Filzah's decision.

"Lho why did Ms Filzah reject him?, this is a valuable opportunity that Mba Filzah should take, not necessarily out there Mbak Filzah can get a job, Jakarta hard you know, now looking for a job is difficult, real hard.

"I'm sorry sir, it's better I don't get a job than I have to open my aurat." Filzah's decision is unanimous. Can't be bothered. If the matter of God's commandment Filzah will never mess around. It is about faith in his Lord.

"But finding a job is difficult you know, especially in the capital city of Jakarta, has been Mbak Filzah accept it, the conditions that I submit are very easy really." The owner of the cafe still persuaded Filzah. In fact, he said that the conditions he proposed were very easy. Filzah's getting crowded.

"I apologize sir, until whenever I will never risk my aurat just for the sake of a job, as long as there is still God in shaa Allah my sustenance is guaranteed."

"I'm sorry, assalaamu 'alaikum."

Without lingering again Filzah immediately lifted his foot from the room. He did not care about the man who had the status of the owner of the cafe calling himself. Filzah was already upset about the arbitrary speech of the cafe owner.

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Filzah just came out of the mosque. He just finished aborting his obligation to perform dzuhur prayer. Filzah went back down the street looking for a job. Honestly, Filzah is still upset and upset about the incident. He was told to take off his clothes just so he could get a job. Things Filzah would never do. Filzah believed that God would give him good sustenance and would never allow himself to open his law just because of a job. Filzah believed that if he opened his law because of work, his labor money would never be blessed to obtain it by defying His command.

"I must not give up my spirit, my efforts have not been maximized so God has not given me a job, now I have to travel again, I must be optimistic, God will help me to get a job." Filzah encouraged himself. Even he still remembered his daughter who gave encouragement to him. I don't think her tears just fell. Filzah is easily fragile if you think of his only daughter. Her sholihah daughter who is growing more and more into a smart little girl.

While Filzah was in the spirit of looking for job vacancies, suddenly water droplets fell from the sky. Filzah offered his hand. And the falling water is getting bigger.

"O Allah is raining." Filzah ran over small. Avoiding the stormy rain that flushes the earth during the day.

Finally Filzah can take shelter in front of one of the food stalls are quite large but not crowded visitors because the rain suddenly comes with a rush.

"Allahumma shoyyiban naafi'an." Filzah said a prayer as the rain fell.

The rain is getting worse and harder. Filzah came to mind with Zaura whom he lived alone in his rented house. He was afraid that Zaura would be afraid to be alone at home in the rain. How swift.

"Astaghfirullahal adzim, Zaura is alone in the house, O Allah protect the servant child, may she be well at home. Aamiin's."

Without Filzah noticing, inside the food stall was seen a middle-aged woman watching him. The look on his face was pity to see Filzah who was taking shelter in front of his food store.

And the next second the middle-aged woman came out of her tavern. Meet Filzah who began to shiver because of the splash of rain.

"Mother."

Filzah. His body was jolted because someone was touching his shoulder. Filzah looked towards the middle-aged woman.

"Let's go inside." Take the middle-aged woman to Filzah.

Filzah shook his head slowly. "No thanks, I'm here." Filzah refused because he did not feel good to enter the food store but did not buy.

"But outside it's raining, later Mbak will be raining too, it's better Mbak just enter, it's okay Ma'am, this store is mine, this store is mine, so no one's gonna get mad if Mbak goes inside."

Gradually Filzah accepted the invitation. The middle-aged woman was so kind to him. Allowing Filzah to enter his shop even though Filzah did not want to order food just for shelter.

Filzah is allowed to sit in one of the empty seats. And a few minutes later the middle-aged woman returned to meet Filzah with a cup of warm tea for Filzah.

"This is Ma'am please drink first."

Filzah hesitated to accept it. He felt bad for bothering her. For Filzah to be given a ride to shelter is enough.

"This warm tea please accept yes, so that the body of Mbak warmer, so as not to catch a cold."

Finally Filzah was willing to receive a cup of warm tea. "Thank you Mom, I'm sorry to bother you."

The middle-aged woman nodded. "Oh no, Ma'am don't bother me at all, oh yeah introduce my name Hilyah."

Filzah extended his hand. Shaking Hilyah's hand as a form of greeting.

"My name is Filzah Ma'am."

Hilyah ber - o ria. At least he knew the name of the young woman in front of him who was now talking to him.

"If I could know where Nak Filzah would go during the day like this?"

Filzah just sipped his warm tea. And sure enough, his body was warm again.

"I'm looking for a job, ma'am, but from this morning until now I haven't gotten a job." Filzah tried to smile hard even though until now he had not found a job.

"What kind of job does Son Filzah want?" Hilyah asked Filzah again.

"What is the most important thing is that the work is halal."

"Didn't Nak Filzah's husband work?"

Filzah smile. "My husband passed away, ma'am, more precisely seven years ago, when I was nine months pregnant." Without a doubt Filzah told the story of his life.

Filzah shook his head quickly. "It's okay, ma'am, it's all gone, I've been sincere about my husband's departure."

Hilyah can breathe with relief. "Then who does Nak Filzah live with?, Nak Filzah's parents still exist?"

Filzah smiled again. "My parents have also died, Mom, since I was a child I have lived in an orphanage."

"O Allah, innaa lillahi wa innaa ilaihi roojiuun, once again I apologize ya."

"Yes ma'am it's okay, I don't have to apologize anymore." Filzah did not bother about it at all, for it was already past and it was not good for him to lament his long-lasting sorrow.

"So who's son Filzah now living with?" Hilyah was still curious about Filzah's tragic life.

"Since my husband died my daughter and I lived with my in-laws in Malang, but now in Jakarta I live alone with my daughter, I want to live independently, I don't want to trouble my Mother and Father-in-law, it's been enough that my daughter and I have been a burden on their lives." Filzah did not mind telling Hilyah, the middle-aged woman he had just met. To be honest Filzah is not easy to tell about his life story to anyone but this time it is different, Filzah actually felt the burden of his mind was reduced because it had shared a story with a mother who looked motherly once so that Filzah felt a sense of comfort.

"Oh my God, the story of Nak Filzah's life is almost like mine. It's so sad to hear it." Hilyah. And without realizing the tears began to drip one by one. Moistened his face that was immediately covered in sadness.

Filzah was surprised to see Hilyah crying in front of him.

"Why are you crying?" Ask Filzah in panic.

Hilyah wiped away her tears. Replace it with his sweetest smile.

"I didn't expect it to turn out that my life story with Nak Filzah was almost the same, I was a widow with two children, my husband died when my second child was just one year old, This store is the source of our lives, and this store is a relic of my husband and thank God still standing until now, until my children can find their own money."

Filzah was also moved to hear the journey of Hilyah's life that was not much different from him. But Hilyah was much more fortunate because she had a source of sustenance from her husband while Filzah had to slam bones looking for sustenance for her daughter and until now had not also found a job.

"Oh yes, how about filzah Nak work here only, work as a waiter, is Nak Filzah ready?"

Filzah. He did not expect the kind-hearted woman in front of him to offer him a job. He had not yet applied for a job with her.

"M-Mom seriously?, me, can I work here?" Filzah still doesn't believe it.

Hilyah smiled widely. "Yes Son Filzah, Mom seriously, Son Filzah can work here, and from tomorrow Son Filzah can work."

Filzah happy not playing. Both eyes glazed. Can't help but feel happy haru. He got a job today. A kind woman named Hilyah who gave him a job. But Filzah will not forget that this is all an intervention from God. Allah gave him the work, through Hilyah.

"Alhamdulilahbornobbil 'aalamiin." Praise Filzah in the midst of his happiness.

"Mother Hilyah thank you Mom, thank you so much for giving me a job." Filzah took Hilyah's hand. Thank Hilyah for giving him the job.

"Yes Nak Filzah together, it is my duty to help Nak Filzah." Hilyah stroked the soft back of Philzah's hand. He was happy to see Filzah so happy to have gotten a job from him.

"But Ma'am..." Suddenly Filzah remembered something.

"What's the matter with Filzah?" Hilyah asked confusedly.

"But can I work in this Muslim dress Ma'am?, while I see the other waiter wearing a dress and a short skirt." Filzah occasionally observed the servants in the shop. On average they use short clothes and skirts but it is not a uniform, just ordinary clothes whose colors and models are also not the same.

Hilyah followed the waiters who worked in his food stall. Then he looked back at Filzah with a smile still engraved on his face.

"Oh if the issue of clothing is right Nak Filzah, it is up to Nak Filzah to wear what kind of clothes, the most important neat and Nak Filzah passion in work."

"Alhamdulillah O Allah." Filzah was very grateful because Hilyah did not mind the clothes he wore. Unlike the incident that already did not want Filzah to remember back.

"But Son Filzah had to wear an apron from this tavern which signified that Nak Filzah was one of the servants in this tavern like the other servants."

At first he could be surprised he thought Hilyah would tell him to wear a strange dress but in fact he was only told to wear a typical apron of the waiter in this shop.

"Yes Mom I don't mind at all."

"Thank God then."

"I thank you again for giving me a job."

Hilyah just smiled. Filzah was unceasingly grateful to him. But Hilyah did. Because he also felt how happy Filzah was now because he had gotten a job.

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Filzah moved his foot a little quickly. Arriving in front of the house he immediately entered his house. Make sure that his daughter is okay.

"Assalaamu 'alaikum, Zaura."

"Zaura where are you, honey?"

Filzah searched for his daughter. And a few seconds later the one sought resurfaced itself. Zaura came out of her room. From the look of his face he looks like he just woke up.

"Wa 'alaikumus saalam, Mommy has gone home." Said Zaura in a hoarse tone as she had just woken up from her sleep.

"Dear." Filzah immediately hugged the beloved princess.

"Mother what's wrong?, it looks like Mother is happy." Zaura was confused to see the Mother coming back and hugging her. And his face was happy.

"Honey, thank God you've got a job."

"Alhamdulillah." Zaura was no less pleased when she heard the happy news from her Bundabah.

"And tomorrow Zaura can go to school." Filzah continued with a big smile.

Zaura's eyes were rounded. Zaura was surprised and happy because tomorrow she could go to school.

"Seriously Mother?" Zaura asked in disbelief.

Filzah nodded many times. Convince the princess that he is serious about her words.

"Dear, tomorrow Zaura can go to school, in Shaa Allah tomorrow morning before Mother leaves for work, Mother inter Zaura to school."

"Alhamdulillah." Zaura gave thanks again with a sumringah. But in the next second his facial expression instantly changed.

"But Mother, Zaura doesn't have school uniforms and school supplies."

Filzah smiled widely. His gaze turned toward the goody bag he had been carrying.

"Oh yes Mommy forgot Honey, this Mother has bought school uniforms, bags and stationery for Zaura school." Filzah showed me the contents of his goody bag. And Zaura was very happy to get the school supplies bought by her mother.

"Jazakillah khoiron Mother."

"Wa jazakillah khoiron Darling."

Zaura immediately rushed into the arms of the Mother. His happy face could no longer be hidden.

"Zaura don't forget, this is all from God Dear, God who gives us sustenance, God who gives Mother the work and God also who gives Zaura all the supplies of this school." In the midst of his happiness Filzah will never forget to instill monotheism in Zaura by saying that all they have today is from God, the Lord of the universe.

"Yes Mother, Zaura will never forget that all this is from God, Zaura loves God, because God is good as we are Mother."

"Dear, thank God."

Filzah and Zaura embrace again. A happy embrace because their prayer has been granted by God. Filzah smiled happily he was very grateful because God had granted his prayers all this time. The prayer he always prayed with Zaura in every prayer.

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