Low-class people's love "the driver's note"

Blessings or misfortune

That night Dafa had trouble sleeping. His mind was hard to melt down the problem he was facing.

She is tomorrow given the task by her boss to deliver rice to the mother market, while with her there is a baby who needs care. Which cannot be left at home alone.

What shall I do, O God...? Dafa kept holding his head. Did I bring this baby along? I lay it beside me

Until we get to Jakarta?

Yep. And hopefully later in Jakarta meet with his parents. Then returned to him. If it could be like that. Business will run. The order will be sorted out. Sulis could be brought to peace again. Sulis needs testimony. Dafa can invite the baby's parents to explain the baby's case.

But the problem is whether the baby is strong if invited to travel far. Hundreds of kilos? And what if on the way the baby kept crying. Does it not disturb his concentration? But giving it away takes full concentration. A little care sometimes brings great calamity.

Dafa roared again. It's impossible if the baby is brought. Not only will it be bad for the baby. But it could have a bad effect on him too!

How is that baby? Dafa is constantly looking for the best way. Just deposited? Oh yeah, I don't have a sister. Yes, yes ..tomorrow I ask Della to help take care of the baby. Dafa was relieved at once. Alhamdulillah ...there is a solution!

Tomorrow.

Dafa immediately packed up to take the baby to his sister's house which was about ten kilos meters away. With a glove cloth tied to his neck, the man carried Nur Hasanah. That baby.

The motor is driven slowly. Fear of the baby getting cold. Because the air in the morning was so cold it was bone-chilling.

At Della's house, the man knocks on the door. His sister's eyes widened when she saw her brother coming in that morning with the baby.

"Whose son is it?" Della asked still in the doorway.

Dafa came in immediately. Plunge yourself in the chair. While the sister was still dumbfounded.

"Sister's Child? Whose mother is it?"

"This is not my son. And I don't know whose mother. I found this baby in my truck."

Della bengong is a chicken that lays eggs. "Koq can?"

"you mean. You suspect me that I'm related to a woman. Then have this kid, right?"

"But Brother didn't do that, did he?"

"Your time .accuses me that badly anyway. You're my sister. Know who I am ?"

Della nodded. My brother is a good man. Diligent prayer. Alms-like. And his man is loving.

Inside, Dafa describes the purpose and purpose of his arrival. Who is none other than to ask for help from the sister for a while taking care of the baby. Because later in the afternoon he has to go to work.

"Why Brother didn't ask for help to Brother Sulis. It's better to be closer."Della chiming.

Dafa is a few minutes long. His face suddenly turned moody . Like the sky suddenly rising.

"He's just like me again. Threatening to break up"

"Reason?"

"He suspects me. Presumably this baby's my son's an affair."

"Oh, pity the fate of sister "Della is sorry. Also sad. The temptation that befell the brother was extremely painful! May God give strength to my brother.

Without these requirements - it was Della ready to take care of the baby. Maybe it's time to repay the brother's kindness.

Dafa is very grateful. Then He gave money to buy milk and other needs of the baby .

"Well, where's your husband?"ask Dafa when he goes home.

"Let's work."

Mangosteen dafa. His eyes looked at the stomach of the brother. "Your stomach is big. How many months has it been?"

"Four months Brother." he replied as he followed the Brother out of the house.

"Later if your baby is born guarded well. Watch not to be lost."

"Ah, Brother." The sister pinched Dafa's waist

And Dafa just grimaced. Amusedly.

*****

Drive a large vehicle with a considerable distance. Hundreds of kilos of meters. And carrying a very heavy load. About ten tons, for Dafa is not a problem. For Dafa it is common. Because the man had been in that profession for almost six years.

Actually being a truck driver is not his desire nor his ideals. But like a necessity. And Dafa has lived it with sincerity .

After the SMA. Dafa could not continue college because of economic factors. Both of his parents were only small traders in the market. Which is not how much income. So he decided to find a job.

Just armed with a high school diploma was not easy to get a job. Days even months cannot .Repugn. Dafa is ashamed of being unemployed.

And one day when his uncle asked to be his rice truck kernet, without a second thought. Dafa welcomed him.

After a year as assistant driver. The uncle was often sick. Before finally taking his last breath.

Since then boss Andre told him to replace the uncle.

Thank God, thanks to his work Dafa has been able to speak to his parents, who are now gone. Called The Creator. Can finance his sister's school just wayang.

You can also have your own truck. Gratitude...Alhamdulillahot...

This time the trip has not been a hindrance. The road usually gets stuck. Not today. Until the time is a little short.

Arriving at the mother market Sam immediately welcomed him. Sam said the rice was awaited by Engkoh Lee, the rice merchant. Because according to him the rice brought by Dafa is above average quality. So the spout sold out.

After all the business is done. Dafa did not come home. But keep going around the parent market. Almost everyone who knew him asked. You may have heard or known that someone has lost a baby.

But all he encountered the same answer "Here no one loses a baby. Maybe from somewhere else. You stopped somewhere else too, right?"

Maybe true, Dafa thought. No one is looking here, maybe the baby came from somewhere else. Yep. I have to go there now.

Without thinking any more, his truck was immediately spurred.Continue crossing the city streets. Then enter the toll road. The road tetus smoothly. There's no obstacle. Arrive in Karawang city. At the Baitul Makmur mosque.

His truck was parked in the courtyard of the mosque. He got out of the car to the mosque. Looks lonely. Watch the watch. One hour less than fifteen minutes. The night air is cold

Waiting for worshippers who want to pray is still very long. Want to sleep in the mosque was difficult to close his eyes. So the man went to get some water. To perform tahajud prayers.

After praying ...He continues to honor the Catholic. To provide the best solution for what is happening. To give him the best qodar. His life path is always blessed. And do not be given trials beyond his ability.

The night continues. Dafa is getting closer to the One Above. For people who have been married for a long time then not blessed with children. Finding a baby can be a blessing. But for Dafa? Precisely problem......

Oh my God, don't separate me from him. I love her so much. And the baby returns it to his parents. Don't separate them. They need togetherness. Their blood is a stream. Need to give each other affection.

Dafa continued to dissolve in his prayers. Until he realized the time of dawn had arrived. He then became a teacher.

Finish praying... Dafa approached the priest.

"Pa Ustad introduce. The truck driver." He shook the hand of the kiyai .

The kiyai mangosteen. Both walked out of the mosque.

"Something I want to say to you, okay?"

"Yes, please."

Dafa took a breath for a moment. Like taking power. Then politely Dafa told Pak Kiyai about something that was happening to him.

Sang Kiyai continued to mutter. "I don't hear of anyone losing a baby here. But maybe there will be. I will definitely give you news. " Sang Kiyai was silent for a moment while tidying up his beard. "Well, where is the baby now?"

"I put it in the brother of Sir"

"Urusi first. Later if Alloh wants the baby to meet his mother will definitely meet. But if Allah willed not meet ya surely not meet. If Alloh says 'so' must be 'so'. Kun fayakun's. " Mr. Ustad lectured. "But whatever the will of Allah. That's what's best. Although sometimes we think it's really not wearing" Mr. Ustad glanced at Dafa who was still fretting."You must still be Husnudzon Billah. Think good with Alloh. It must be behind this incident Allaah has a great plan."

"That baby?" Dafa stuttered.

"If the baby no one takes. You keep it. This may be the way God loves the baby and you."

"I, Mr Ustad?"

"Trust. Someday you will know the wisdom behind this."

Dafa. Look at the white ceramic. Life is like a puzzle. Finding the answer is not easy. Or it's impossible. Because the continuation of the life that will be lived only God knows. We humans are just living.

*****

As soon as he got home, Dafa immediately got off his truck. Open the door of the house. Not long after, I got out on a motorcycle. The goal is none other and not to the house of the sister.

Actually, his body is very tired. Reach it! But the strong impulse that was sourced from within his heart was unable to be held back. Strange indeed, suddenly he kept his mind on the baby he put in his sister.

Arriving at Della's house, the bike is immediately parked. Seemed next to the house the sister was holding the baby. Seeing his presence, the woman immediately hunted.

"No boy, papa's coming" he pinched the baby's cheek.

Papa's? Ah you're Della. Don't dong that. Inner Dafa.

"When to go?"tanyanya shook and kissed the brother's hand.

"New to."

"Direct here?"

Dafa nodded. They then entered the house. Della put the baby on the couch.

"No fuss?"ask Dafa while looking at the baby's face.

" No. Very henry."

"Oh, thank goodness..."

"Good boy." continued Della. "Well, I made coffee first. My brother is very lackluster." He rushed to the kitchen.

After looking at the baby's body. Dafa placed his body in a chair not far from the cot the baby was sleeping on.

A few times he nodded. With ******* inside. Someone lives in his face. Like something is regretted.

"Why Brother?"ask Della who is putting a glass on the table. He caught something from his brother.

Dafa sighed again. "No result." It's like talking to himself.

"I mean Brother?"

"I didn't find the baby's parents"

Della mangosteen . He understood what his brother was thinking. He also sat next to his brother. Put his hand on Dafa's thigh.

"Nobody doesn't have to be that disappointed anyway. However, if Alloh wants the baby back with his mother. It'll be.".

"If Allah willed not be met with his mother?" Dafa looked at his sister's face.

"Yes we take care of"

Dafa breathed as deeply as his heart. Stunned for a moment. Then we swore. "I'll lose Sulis' love "

Della patted Dafa's thigh."Older brother. Brother.koq his mind becomes that small. I was surprised." Della scrunched her forehead. "Did you forget your words when you used to give me advice. Brother says.' Life is arranged equally. We are just puppets and puppets. Or we are like performers and Allah is the director. We were created to live out his scenario . Aye right?"

The man did not react to anything. But it seemed to be listening intently to what his sister was saying.

"If Brother is in a match with Brother Sulis let not the baby that brother found only one . The baby that you find a hundred will not be able to separate you. If you are not a match. My sister did not find a baby. You guys are gonna disperse. The soul mate is in the hands of God. Not in the baby's hands"

Dafa flabbergasted. The wisdom that comes out of his brother's mouth is like a drop of dew for the thirsty traveler. He also realized that everything that happened had become His will.

"Thank you brother, you've awakened me."

Della smiles.

"But may I ask you a favor?"

"Please, brother?"

"I'm gonna have to leave home. If I work. I nibble this baby again "

"Ready."

"Thank you." Momentary silence. "Your husband doesn't mind?"

"No. He's been given me understanding."

Dafa mangosteen. His head feels light now. His face was no longer cloudy. Nothing to mess around with. Thinking need not be deep. Because the destiny of man is only to be lived. Not to be worried.

*****