Lutfi Gilang's

16. Yusuf Mansur Ustadz

I arrived at a mosque that was crowded with worshippers. Unlike other places that when Ashar time there are only 3 to 8 worshipers, or even only priests and ma'mum. Here, all the shafs are full, even booming up to the courtyard of the mosque.

After prayer, remembrance, and prayer. One of them invited me to attend a seminar in a building not far from here.

At first I refused, feeling I didn't have to go. But after the man told me who the source was, I was immediately interested.

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Arrive at the meeting hall. I sat in a chair, not close to the man before. I don't know who side I'm on doesn't care. The right side, left, front, and back, all men.

Shortly after, someone came on stage. He is a person who is clearly famous, and is a pioneer of the Muslim online business in Indonesia, he is also the caregiver of boarding school with thousands of students memorizing the Qur'an. Yes, he is the owner of the paytren, Ustadz Yusuf Masur.

He saluted, then recited one of the verses of the Qur'an in a very pleasant tone, then related it to the topic this time. Of course, business!

It was one of the works exemplified directly by the Prophet Muhammad. He strongly encouraged his people to do business. And indeed, the income from doing business goes up faster, and is considered much more profitable. I, totally agree on that, if you?

Ustadz Yusuf Mansur also explained the reasons for establishing paytren, how to join, how to use it, and how to profit, as well as his expectations in 2019. Simple, clear, and very easy to understand.

45 Minutes passed, this time a question-and-answer session. I'm not paying much attention. Because most of those who ask only ask the source to re-explain the material that has just been described, otherwise they will only ask something that is outside the topic of discussion.

Understandably, most people in Indonesia pay attention to the material: enter through the right ear, exit through the left ear.

And fortunately, Ustadz Yusuf Mansur understood this by answering seramah and as clearly as possible. As for me, I absolutely do not tolerate such sloppiness. I don't want such a bad thing to spread to my grandchildren. Anyway don't get it!

In the middle of a question-and-answer session, my brain deliberated on many things. Of course, not only did the Lutfi chapter disappear without a trace, or the meeting ended in chaos with most of the meeting participants refusing me to make up stories from my personal story, he said, or Mas Dodit who suddenly works in the company 0000— printing parts again, instead he has a lot of money by becoming a comic? Or Mas Radit who resigned for no apparent reason. But also the discussion about paytren, my business.

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iii

Early March, 2011.

In class, during free hours because the teacher is in a meeting to prepare UAS 1—now PAS (Semester End Assessment) Gasal. I positioned myself to sleep and waited for Lutfi to finish her task.

Of course, I also have the same task, only, all the package books and LKS have been exhausted after being shared. Yes, even if it takes a week. But, because of that, now and every lesson I have become more relaxed.

I just need to be quiet, or sleep while listening carefully to the teacher's explanation of the material I have learned before than other friends. Yeah, that's how people learn blood type AB.

And maybe, that's why you think that AB is lazy during the lesson, but still gets good grades.

Of course, there is a struggle that you do not know.

"Disappear" called Lutfi a moment later.

I got up and looked at him who was still busy doing the task.

"Yesterday, which Muslim book can you buy in which store?" He's nanya.

"Gramedia, there's usually." I answered.

"Where did you buy it?"

"To the publisher directly."

"Pay?"

"Yes,"

"Deserved packets?"

"Yes"

"How much?"

"Ten percent,"

"Well, what a dong?"

"Yes,"

Lutfi closed his task book. Facing towards me. "In addition to Gramedia, where else does it sell?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Ga know me,"

"Well, if that's not a lot of people who buy dong." grimaced.

"Many kok\=" I deny.

"I mean, not many people buy around here."

"Emang, in this High School there's a bookstore, huh?"

I saw Lutfi snorting, puzzling me.

Did I just say the wrong thing?

"Around Purwokerto I mean\=" he said.

"Oooh.

"Hmmm...." he murmured. "that's why, here rarely read your book dong?"

I agreed with a nod.

"Well...."

"Ga papa's. Still others are buying it somewhere else" I said.

"Are we promoting?" He gave a suggestion.

I'm silent. Think about what Lutfi means.

"We put flyers of the books you make in the classroom. Who knows if someone will buy it." he explained.

"Certainly, who did you buy it to?" my many.

"You,"

"Huh? Hesit, ah."

"Why?"

"What time did you write that sold the book?"

"Hmmm.

"It's not. If they buy a book directly from the author, there is a possibility that the author will be bothered." I explained.

"meaning?" He's nanya.

"I don't want to be busy asking for autographs, or photos, or anything about my other work."

"PD very!" yells.

"He," I laughed. "Academo ready before it rains."

Lutfi again muttered. "But, doesn't Seneng have a lot of fans?"

"Ga,"

"Why?"

"Later to reduce my time with you" I replied quickly.

Lutfi's face instantly blushed. Then by patting me hard on the shoulder he covered his smile.

"What if you pesen through hp number?" ask Lutfi a moment later.

"Later, someone's fighting."

"Hmmm... If by email?" I haven't answered yet, Lutfi is back together. "Eh, same yes, there will be people."

I'm tickled.

"Hell, help me think, yeah!" He exclaimed. "I'm sure I'll let your book get better, you know!"

I smile. "Yes, thank you?"

Lutfi. "What's through the web?"

I muttered. Considering advice.

"Eh, you can make your own web, right?"

"Can,"

"Can,"

"Ashiiik... later abis go home, make yes?"

I'm nagging.

Lutfi is back to his activities: doing tasks.

"Why?" I'm nanya.

"Why what?" He's coming back.

"Why would you sell yourself?"

"Death to business" he answered.

"Why?"

"Business it, the recommended work in Islam. The Prophet is also exemplary." He explains.

"Hmmm...." Nug at me.

"I also want to like you, still in school can make my own money."

"Ooh...."

"Eat it, later from the sale of your book, I should get a commission, huh?" the door then laughed a little.

I chuckle. "Sure!"

"How much?" ask her while facing me.

"Seventy - thirty." I answered.

"Little, too?"

"Huh?"

"Yes. My time only gets thirty percent? I'm the one who made it available for sale on the web." He grumbled.

"He, uh,"

"Laugh at me!" Lutfi patted my shoulder. "Seriously, uh!"

"You are seventy, I am thirty." I'm saying.

"Huh?" She's shocked. "Most of That!"

"Engga!" shanka. "And I have to pay for my wife."

Lutfi fooled in embarrassment, but finally said so. "Well, I should get a hundred percent!"

"He," I laughed. "it's okay!!!"

"He he he," He laughed as well. "Joking, really."

"Seriously yes no papa,"

"Ga. Don't do that, I also want to be more independent."

Unrespondingly. I have decided to give him 100% of the proceeds from the sale of books that we will do later. And.... "Well, Ustadz is a pinter of online business?"

"So business, anyway, a lot. But if the online business, do not know." said Lutfi. "Why?"

"Kan, if the online business is mostly non-Muslim. I think my publisher is Chinese."

"Huh? Not the Indonesians?"

I'm nodding. "That makes Indonesia, but China has its company."

"Oooh,"

"Eat him, if only there was Ustadz from Indonesia who pinter online business, I will work with him."

"Aren't you a writer again?" Lutfi.

"Yes, just sell the book at Ustadz's place." I answered.

"I agree!" Lutfi. "May your hope be realized later."

"Aamiin...."

"Eh, number five, how? I'm so confused. Musii...."

I approached and taught Lutfi to do his mathematical work, of which only ten were two correct.

Well, Lutfi has not liked MTK from childhood, even to college. But he is more than a good word when it comes to language and memorization, two things that are always incapable of understanding.

And, indeed, for me, that is what it should be. A partner is he who is able to fill the shortcomings of ourselves. So, Lutfi is the perfect match for me!

If you?

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iv

After the seminar, the participants flocked out of the building, some others lined up neatly to ask for photos together, signatures, or others. And I, belong to that line.

When it was my turn, I answered his greetings and shook his hand, then I asked permission to join the paytren, become his employee.

He agreed with passion, then asked if I could join myself.

I accept and pay the down payment as my initial capital to work.

Ustadz Yusuf Mansur again explained a little about his efforts, and prayed as he wished as I agreed.

I was actually quite happy to meet in person with someone I always looked forward to, but the lightness about the exam I was going through couldn't wipe my careless face.

"Sorry before, brother again there's a problem?" tanya Ustadz Yusuf Masur.

I smiled to answer her question.

"About women?" He guessed.

I'm nodding.

"Uda proposal?"

I agree with the signal.

"Pas wants a sermon, sure she's the right woman?" He nanya.

"Related," I replied.

"Are you sure he won't turn down?"

"Related,"

"Relatedly he's the soul mate of the afterlife, brother?"

"Related,"

Ustadz Yusuf Mansur patted me on the shoulder. "If you're sure, why doubt? Why are you afraid of losing? God likes the same persistent person, the same constant effort of fervent prayer. Ask God to continue. Women are also so, seneng pursued, seneng fought."

"Yes, thanks Tadz."

Ustadz Yusuf Mansur recited one of the Qur'an verses, this time in a stern tone: "'Qul inkuntum tuhibbunallah fattabi'uunii.' Whoever loves Allah, let him also love the Messenger of Allah, by following the Messenger of Allah" he said. "I tried, when my bike broke down, I read shalawat, and thank God the bike can walk like before."

Instantly I recalled my parable of an unpaid motorcycle. If you forget, you can read again on the Seblak vs Chicken Noodles chapter. And I also understand in which direction this discussion continues. I am sure that Ustadz Yusuf Mansur asked me to practice the prayer, and was sure that the practice would make it easier for me in all my affairs.

"I don't think I need any more, but, obviously, you know what I mean, right?"

I'm nodding.

"God willing, thank God. So, take care, your business will be God's business."

Instantly my body was goosebumps hearing the words of Ustadz Yusuf Mansur just now. It was as if I had just received a shock from static electricity.

"I'll try to practice, Tadz. Once again, thank you." I said as I greeted him and left after greeting him.

"May her fiance meet Mas Gilang!"

My steps stopped for a moment. How could Ustadz Yusuf Mansur know my name?