NIP FIGHTER

CHAPTER 76: VULCANIZING TIRES

Vehicles were passing by, ahead of Nandang, but no one stopped by to ask what the problem was. All seemed indifferent, busy with their own interests. Nandang was desperate, while continuing down the deserted edge of the road. Of course it was quiet, it was early morning. Where there was a workshop or where people patched tires that were open in the middle of the night blind like that time.

The weather was cold, even piercing to the bone. Nandang left after magrib. Even missed the Isyanya prayer that day. Go alone to Naila's house, but instead deviate to Onel's mother. Still have no intention of going home. Maybe it was God's punishment for her. Who began to have narrow thoughts, too consider himself right.

Nandang squinted his eyes after nearly 45 minutes of walking, accompanying his motorcycle. With a step that has begun to stumble, fatigue. There was a small building slightly protruding towards the front of the road. It was like a stall, and it looked bright there. Although only a small incandescent, but seen sitting some people in the place.

Nandang quickened his pace, pulling the motor on his right. Hopefully, the people who are there can help him. At least, he could just sit talking for a while unwind his fatigue for a while. To then continue the journey to go home or find the nearest workshop.

Nandang's eyes almost came out when reading the inscription 'VULCANIZING BAN' on a used tire that was deliberately placed on the front of the building. Nandang rubbed his eyes, to make sure it was real. Nandang manrik deep breath, say the word Alhamdulilah, in his heart. After seeing the feet of some people there touching the ground. He was increasingly convinced that it was not a swarm of ghosts that only existed in his own imagination.

"Assalamot." Sapa Nandang does not care if people there follow the same religion and beliefs or not with him.

“Walaikumsallam.” Reply a stupefied man will stand up from his sitting position.

“Wah... windfall coming again nih, bang.” His words pointed to the tires of Nandang motorcycles that had been stuck with a saddle, so taka da air in it.

“Alhamdulilah..” Answer the man who just received a red sheet of Soekarno Hatta from the man who stood earlier.

“This is the change sir.”Said the man who seemed to be the owner of the patchwork workshop.

“No need sir, just take the change.Please at this hour for me it's like meeting mailaikat.” Reveal the man was ready to leave the tire patch.

“Wah. Hope the rejeknya smoothly.” The prayer of the tire patch on the user of his service is sincere.

“From deck, I first.” Take the man back to Nandang.

“Iya. mari.” Answer the spontaneous.

“Waah ripped. Far deck?” ask the tire patcher to Nandang.

“Lumayan pack, almost 1 hour recently met this.” Nandang answered, wiping off the sweat with his bare hands.

“Astagafirukah. Buk. ibuk. Make a sweet tea for this cake. He's already a distance of the road.” Apparently behind the room was his wife, who was accompanying him.

“Oh. Meeting this place at this time alone is amazing.” Decline Nandang.

“Heei, can not refuse deck windfall. Allah will not give you a greater fortune. Even though you can only give the sweet drink, it should still be accepted and grateful. My sincere father.” Sergey the repairman was friendly.

“Oh. yes. Sorry sir. Ready, thanks for the treat.” Said Nandang who had received a cup of tea from the woman who had just come out of the room behind the patchworker.

“Dek.. this cannot be patched yes. They need to be changed, even inside and out. Ga papa?” he asked after noticing the condition of the Nandang motorcycle tire that could not be saved.

“Ga papa sir. The important thing can be good.” Nandang replied, Sipping the still warm tea.

“Alright, ready to do.” He then entered the room inside the building. Apparently he was choosing a suitable tire to replace the motorcycle tire with a new one.

Nandang pay close attention, the accuracy of the tire patchmaker in terms of choosing tires

his replacement.

“Ya... if you feel fit, God willing you are always open. And thank God, my father is rarely sick. So that it can open

every night.” He answered while busy doing his job.

“If you open early, when do you close?” ask Nandang curiously.

“After the morning adzan. Just closed half this workshop.? Answer with a smile.

“Why in half cap?” ask Nandang again.

“Because I stay to break for a while to pray. Then while the beautiful father's wife inside made breakfast. You are still waiting, if anyone comes in need of your help. Until 6 am. Just dad really closed.”Answer slowly.

“Why you just closed at 6 am. Will you sleep next?” cecar Nandang was getting curious.

“Kok sleep anyway, if you have prayed dawn ya wake up and do not sleep again.” He found it funny with Nandang's question.

“Then..?”

“Bapak prepares to go to the office.” Answer again.

“Bapak works in the office too?” tanya Nandang was a bit surprised.

“Alhamdulilah, Allah also gave us fortune, his reply humbled himself.

“Bapak works in which office?”

“Bapak Only clerks of group 2, typists in and out of the office of the District.” Clearly while looking at Nandang's face at a glance.

“Wah.. means mr ASN yes.” Timpal Nandang again.

“Alhamdulilah yes. Father's wife inside also, a Primary School teacher.” Said explained.

“Waah. But it still works like this. Ups... sorry yes sir.” Nandang realized his weakness might be in another sense by the person who responded to it.

“Indeed we are Civil Servants. But we are also human beings who can not be separated from the wishes of the world that sometimes do not match the ability even our income as PNS.” Honest answer.

“Means...?”

“Being a PNS is the last aspiration of some people who have had a certain education. In addition to getting old age guarantees even to the end of life, of course, you can have SK that can be used for debt relief. Yak an?” abugn.

“But life is not just about getting NIP, getting money, and everything that is measured from the material alone. But more to the sense of happiness and comfort that is in your own heart.” Continue the workshopman to Nandang.

 “If inquired what salary as PNS less? The answer is yes, for people who are not very grateful. Though if you use it carefully it is enough.”

“Then why do you keep opening a business like this, if PNS salary is enough?” nandang asked the repairman earnestly.

Seriate…