One Name A Story

Rayya and Rayyi

first story in live: Rayya Chintya Firlina

a charismatic girl in the trading world who has to live her life alone since her grandfather left her alone two months before her graduation day..

after graduating from school, Rayya did not want to continue his studies to college, even though he got a scholarship for free college..

but his thoughts are free college but for snacks, food, and other needs must be his own dependents and still bibgung where he is looking, and make his mind split

because he felt unable to, he also chose to work and because work was also quite difficult.he became a job that was odd, ranging from pelvic porters, couriers, and, until he had worked as a washing worker, clean clean etc...

and when one day he waited long enough for his friend who had promised to stay at his house, Rayya saw a mother who was stabbed leaning on the front floor of his clothing store

"this is me having a drink" said Rayya

"ah. thanks neng, mother change the money yes if the mother has been sold" said the mother

"oh don't ma'am, I've been drinking"

"keep drinking what?"

"i bought two mums, it was the same temen me, but long time did not come jammed maybe, if not hunted drunk not cold mama"

"well, thank you, but not sweet, right?"

"it's not too sweet, ma'am, I don't really like sweet" either"

*neng is a call for young girls in java

not long after, they chatted..

mother told me if the merchandise is not sold every day because of the taste of kasian, Rayya intended to help the cloth seller's mother tarsih to market her merchandise

and when he began to work, he approached one by one his friends and offered his cloth.

rayya is a good person and suple, he is not ashamed to peddle merchandise even on foot, even then he never took a lot of profit from the standard price given bu tarsih

and the rest he gave away some smaller pieces of money and gave to the mosque in need of donations, to street children, orphans, to people who needed help at their core..

of the half that he holds, he also gave one of his close friends who work in one of the savings banks, for his needs in the future, and some of his customers if necessary suddenly

"son..."

"yes ma'am"

"want to walk again?"

"yes ma'am. temen there is a need for cloth buyin for his son to dress the party, pretty mom, the money"

"eat first, son"

"later mom"

"kalo don't eat sick later son"

"no ma'am, I'll eat out later"

"ah you, if that's the mother who is so happy, mother rarely open the fabric store you even walk around the sales pajakin mom, mother feels guilty "

seeing bu tarsih, rayya also sat down and ate the cooking of bu tarsih because he did not want bu tarsih disappointed and others

"nah if that's calm mother.you've gone to eat"

"yes, ma'am.."

after eating, Rayya left..

since I knew Bu tarsih, Rayya felt like he had met his grandmother who had long died

because bu tarsih has a soul of sincerity, bu tarsih has nothing to lose by feeding rayya, and rayya has almost never eaten outside since helping bu tarsih selling cloth...

at his friend's house

"ray.. Is it?"

"there's dong. try to see, but choice two.."

"emm. which is it.."

"two dong"

"ah you, where can two materials become one, where the materials are opposite"

"it will see the sewing worker he. can be aja if the expert"

"yes, what do you think?"

"if I am two-two let my trade run out"

"ah you"

long enough to worry about the choice.rayya friends also had time to delay to think, but Rayya did not want to like that, because too stalling while just looking for money.

"this, you are confused and do not want to take these two cloths, try to bring your child here"

"wrong"

"yes he told me to choose, he likes mana"

"yeah she knows ray, this little boy"

"yes above the two years, the child can know which he likes and does not"

"you tried, but I thought this one, if I'd take 20 yards"

"okay"

rayya's friend was with his son

"hay adek small, you are very cute" said Rayya

"he's three years old Ray"

"yeah, gkpapa, emm.. adek, adek hold this cloth, good which one?"

the boy touched and chose the same cloth as his mother's choice..

"do you like this one?"

rayya's friend's son nodded to his mother

"well, he wants to, yaudah ray, 20 meters"

"ready"

"take right?"

"oh, yaudah, everything"

"seriously is?"

"yes seriously"

"what are you doing?"

"bikinin clothes niece is also a lot of it my ponbakan, I nih ray born in a big family, many more children krcilnya than the adults"

"emm. yep, the house is never deserted, well me, alone"

"patient who.I'm sorry I did, I didn't mean.."

"yes. relax"

after he came home, one of his neighbors approached him

"ray.."

"uh you here"

"you're home from work?"

" yes, why?"

"gakpapa, join the house"

"where's husband?"

"get out of town to buy fruit for her reunion"

"oh..."

proffering mini sweet martabak

"this, you want this?" rayya said to his neighbor

"you bought this food for yourself?"

"yes no, at most I ate three, was buying the mother of the owner of this cloth that I sell. but he said gabisa eat sweet, his body hurt sick, so rather than mubazir, mumpung still angel"

"thank you, you know this is my favorite"

"yeah.."

not for long...

they chatted, the neighbor nina asked with a busy rayya like useless

"you yes, can from the profit of this cloth, taru for example 100 thousand, you take half 50 thousand, half you share sometimes I see you buy cat food, buy dog food, do what the hell, do the, they are street dogs, here and there dikit surely dapet lah" explained nina

"yes gakpapa, seneng could see animals eat because of our results"

"continue you also never saw me eat here, instead of eating at the cloth seller's mother?"

"it's so often"

"keep your money making pet food like that? freaky you"

rayya just nyerngit heard his friend call it weird for feeding the animals

"yes, ray.why so, wonder"

"no wonder we are not alone, there are still others, we need others, and so turn back, it is the property of others entrusted with Allah so I must return the trust to what Allah means.."

hearing Rayya's explanation, nina who is now nierngit

and after a few days have passed..

he chose to continue to help bu tarsih, until finally mother tarsih felt her pain increasingly colonize her body and finally exhaled her breath because she was no longer able to hold back..

yes, the diabetes experienced made him claimed his life

and until the end of his life either the children and grandchildren bu tarsih not seen at all..

since then, Rayya put the luggage that he brought from the permission of bu tarsih in the room of the late house because he could not continue without the permission of the owner..

rayya handed over to the rightful to run

until one day, when one of the people called and asked him to come to the house of bu tarsih

"i.. rayya sir.. This is what am I on the phone?"

"oh please sit down rayya ma'am"

"oh yes thank you sir"

the man explained, if he was a close friend and cousin of the deceased bu tarsih..

he was able to contact Rayya because he remembered the girl once told to him by bu tarsih..

and there the man said that if one of the most important assets of bu tarsih is the fabric store and the whole household is in the name of Rayya

"seriously sir?"

"yes, Tarsih wrote this asking me to change his last will"

giving a sign of evidence, Rayya still did not expect if bu tarsih entrusted this to her..

"what the fuck, I know who he is, he's just a little employee of my mother, where there's a mother love him.we're his son"

"sorry, but the writing and facts as I was telling you just now"

"you're wrong, you're unprofessional, I don't care if you're still my mother's cousin or who I am. You're the one who changed the certificate"

"you can test authenticity if you need to be sure again"

"where do I see" said the other child..

and quite convoluted until because of the law of the will, Rayya finally won the certificate and will

after it comes out and everything is done..

rayya approached the three children of bu tarsih

"i'm a person who knows myself, even if this is in the name of shaa but I know you are more obligated. So take it, and I'm happy to meet you, during life, during life, mother Tarsih often tell her longing to you. yes, she misses the touch of her children who leave her to build their respective households, ma'am Tarsih is old, the time is definitely not long, try to be yourself a mirror, if you are like this, what can you do if your child will treat the same thing?" rayya

raya presented some documents and file files from the will of bu tarsih..

rayya walked slowly leaving the trial...

the next day, Rayya returned to selling, he realized his ability to trade, he offered some friends and neighbors if he needed something could ask him and he was ready to deliver

but when on his first day he got an order for the kitchen staple one of his friends who did not get the free time to buy it after he came out of the gate of his house..