Miss Sound Adhan

Eps. 29 Searching for Business Ideas

At night at Carissa's

The girl did not seem calm. Not just doing assignments from campus, but thinking about Rayhan.

Eits! Not that Carissa remembered the face of the man, but remembered the nominal mentioned by Rayhan.

“100 million from where do I get that much money?” carissa muttered thinking hard.

Until he bit his lip and was dissatisfied with it, he bit all of his fingernails.

Carissa if confused is like that. Biting unconsciously. Even once for fear of being caught by his mother his cellphone disappeared after falling on the streets, he bit whatever was around him. Nearby is a curtain. So he bit the curtain into a hole, like a rat bite.

“If I could really pay that much, would he really let me go?” his great-grandson.

He then made his hand as a chin to think comfortably, looking for ideas on how he could get 100 million money.

“Sa... Why are you daydreaming, son?” said Carissa's father, Mr. Sholeh.

The man came home from the mosque near the house after leading prayers there.

Mr. Sholeh was one of the pious men in his place. He is often the imam of the mosque, outside of his working hours, although not full five times and only the leader of the daily prayers of the magrib, isha and dawn.

But the people there are so appreciative and respectful of the pious man.

“Dad? When is Dad coming?” Carissa immediately regained her senses from her daydream and turned her body, looking at her father who was in the doorway.

“You are indeed daydreaming. What's the matter? Tell Dad, maybe it can help you.”

Seeing his daughter's disheveled face, Mr. Sholeh then sat down for a while beside Carissa. He could tell right away that his daughter had a problem. Judging from his disheveled face.

Though usually Carissa always looks neat even at home and it was night before bed though, the girl always looks neat and clean.

I don't know if I'm telling Dad, can you help me?

inward Carissa, think before you speak.

He did not want to burden his father's mind with his problems. Although his father was more patient with his mother, but that does not mean his father could not be angry with him.

Even a pious person like his father if angry is terrible enough. It could be all the letters and hadith out, until it feels like Carissa wants to swipe her ears if she hears it.

“I want to have a lot of Dad's savings. I want to open a small business that can make money,” he said looking agitated.

“Why? Are there any additional tuition fees and the nominal is large?”

Carissa shook her head quickly.

“Then why suddenly have such thoughts?” search Mr. Sholeh.

“I'll be graduating soon. It must cost a lot too. Besides that I feel impatient to want to work and have my own income, Dad.” lied Carissa, eloquently said it.

“Father you have to be patient while waiting for Ija same out and can apply for a job. Focus first with your script now,” said Mr. Sholeh.

He did not want his daughter divided his mind and did half-work so that the results were not optimal. But this is the end result and it remains to reap the results.

“But Dad I have to me..” Carissa when holding back her words and not forwarding them.

He almost slipped, it could be curly chilies if he revealed the real problem to his father.

“Already, don't argue Dad. It's night, fast sleep.” said Mr. Sholeh.

After that Mr. Sholeh came out of Carissa's room and closed the door.

***

The next day at the college

Carissa yawns several times in class with watery eyes.

“Sa, these few days why are you sleep deprived?” boy asked, finding his friend looked sleep deprived even his eyes looked marsupial.

“Boy, what business with small capital can produce large conan?”

Boy was curious about his friend's question. Tumben very Carissa to discuss the business of all. Usually the girl discussed about the lessons and lessons.

“What business is it?” Boy seemed to think.

Now many online businesses are scattered, just choose what his talents and interests are. Starting from Rp1 to millions.

“You can invest in gold whose advertising is booming, the price is only 5 thousands of silver with a grammation of 0.00001 gram.”

“Ck! When's the harvest if it costs that much, Boy?”

“Or you can play forex.”

“That's the same as usury. No, I don't want that,” reject Carissa firmly.

“Or selling crispy potato which is currently booming?”

Carissa shook her head in response.

Boy then mentioned other business ideas ranging from making handicrafts from unused plastic bottle materials to selling ice cream. But none of them are suitable for Carissa.

“By the way, what do you want a side business for?” ask Boy curious.

“I need money 100 million Boy.”

Boy looked surprised to hear what Carissa said.