Prayer of the Worthwhile. Taligama Lotus

Part 6's

At the house of Ms. RT, the children of Marwah behave so sweet, even they share the task of helping with homework, even though there is a symbol, which is in charge of cleaning the house, also washing clothes, washing clothes, even Bu RT also Mr. RT has banned them, but still they are determined to do their respective duties.

"Rahma, already, let Simbok do the dishes, you learn," Bu RT scolded Rahma.

"No problem.Budhe, Rahma is used to doing tasks, after all clean house, Budhe just calm down, this does not interfere with learning Rahma, really."

"Yes already then, the important thing is to keep learning, that's your main task," said Ms. RT gently, rubbing the head of Rahma covered in hijab.

"Ready Budhe," said Rahma with a cheerful smile.

"Budhe ahead first, baby, want to continue wrapping the tobacco."

"Yes Budhe, Rahma will be allowed to go to Amel's house, will you, Budhe?"

"Can, as long as the magrib has to go home, later to be picked up by Fahmi."

"Good Budhe, thank you."

"Yes dear," said Ms. RT while pinching Rahma's cheek.

Such is the daily life of the children of Marwah, when they have to live in the house of the head of RT, where they live, after finishing doing his schoolwork, Fahmi also diligently helps Mr. RT in the grocery store, and the, belonging to a family that is so sincere, loving the three children who are being stricken by disaster.

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Elsewhere, a man in his 40s, let out a thunderous voice, anger clearly imprinted on a face overgrown with a thin sideburn.

"You may not think, if we still receive supplies, goods of poor quality like this, we lose."

With ruffled waist, staring one by one, the head of the warehouse, as well as several employees who were in charge of receiving vegetables and fruit directly from the besiegers.

"I have given the opportunity, to cooperate with the besiegers, not to take it directly from the farmers, so that it can share the windfall, but why is there such a problem, and this has happened more than 3 times."

He picked up some fruit, as well as fresh vegetables, from a basket basket, which had just been taken down from an open tub car.

"Look carefully at this," shown some fruit that does look fresh, but there are some holes, which must be rounded.

"This is also, how can we supply to supermarkets and modern markets if vegetables like this," vegetables that should still be fresh, because they have been harvested, have been seen to wither.

"I don't want to know, tomorrow if you still receive stuff like this, you guys I move to the production section all, okay?"

"Eye sir," they answered, their great boss said.

Marko Fernando Adiguna, a fresh fruit and vegetable supliyer entrepreneur is venting his disappointment, after several times getting fruit and vegetable shipments, whose quality is below company standards, according to the company, he felt that something was wrong with the people on the field.

"Fel, the day after I have an important schedule what?" asked Marko at Felli secretary.

"There was only an invitation to dinner with Danutirta Pak's family, at 7pm, in Sheraton," explained the woman in the suit to her boss, who happened to be Felly's husband's college classmate.

"Okay, please at the recedule, next week only, I'll hang up my schedule until the beginning of the week, unless there is an urgent problem, like, you call me right away."

"Well sir, is there more, sir?"

"If Mom or anyone, ask me where I am, just tell Bandung."

"Good Sir."

"You don't get tired, as long as I'm not in the office, you can go home early, dispensation from me, to mummy," Marko said with a floating smile.

"Okay sir, thanks for the dispensation."

"Okay, excuse me, assalamualaikum."

"Alaikumsalam Sir."

Splitting the streets of the Capital at dusk, reminded him, the woman who was lying in the hospital since yesterday, immediately driven Fotuner All Nu, black, to the place where the woman is being treated.

In front of Marwah's ward, Jaka still faithfully sat on the waiting bench, when he saw his boss he immediately stood up to greet him, bowing his body as a sign of respect, when the man who helped her out of the black market snare, was right in front of her.

"Assalamualaikum, sir," Jaka gave his greetings.

"Alaikumsalam, amdal, right?"

"Yes sir, thank God everything is safely under control."

"Okay, come on in, Jac."

"Ready Sir."

Impatient, wanted to see the condition of the woman, who had only been left a few hours, but had made him miss it hard.

"Assalamualaikum," said Marko after opening the door, and widening in.

"Alaikumsalam," replied Marwah, there was a strange shiver in his chest when accidentally, staring at the hazel bead of the man who once ruled his heart.

"Where is the router, who is alone?" asked Marko after approaching Marwah.

"Ijin came home for a while, took a shirt, same send money to his son, Mas has not come home yet, why has his clothes not changed?"

"Alhamdulillah, still considerate, just as rich as ever," a wide smile bloomed with lips that never touched nicotine.

"And just ask, Mas, maybe someone else will do the same, too" elak Marwah, to cover his nervousness.

"Yes, but still, there's a difference in taste here." pointing at his chest.

"Mas, mas, kayak abege aja." smile imprinted on the sweet face of the woman who, had never taken care of her appearance.

"I take a shower first yes, sultry," said Marko while carrying a paper bag, which was prepared by Jaka this afternoon.

"Hmm."

"Don't miss it, just for a minute anyway," teased Marko, straight into the bathroom.

"Apaan the heck Mas, nih." Marwah's eyes twirled witfully in response to Marko's temptation.

Marwah smiled knot, it turns out he can still feel happiness, after so many years of living a monotonous life and always under pressure, especially since he had an accident, which made him unable to move.

It turns out that only Marko is able to make him happy, the last two days, he was always close to the man of his past, able to make him excited again to live life.

"Smiling to myself, thinking of me?" suddenly Marko's heavy voice sounded very close beside him.

"God, Mas, make a surprise, no, just want the funny behavior of children, so miss them," a sad tone was heard from the voice of the mother of three great children.

"Patience, if you're cured, and can go home, you can definitely meet them."

"Yes, thank you for strengthening me."

"Yes, equally, you must be strong, must be passionate, for the sake of children, their future is still long."

"Mad, I must be strong for them, only they make me excited."

"If it were me, what would it be?" asked Marko in a full-fledged search.

seriated.

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wait for Marwah's answer to be told next.