SCENARIO FROM GOD
The Part 58
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Syahira ate his food so well. Gone!, the shame that Syahira felt earlier when his tongue was already enjoying the delicious taste of food.
Orek tempeh, stir-fry kale, sambal, fried chicken and also lalapan became the menu Syahira tonight. Do not forget there is a large cup of fresh warm tea as a drink.
Actually, at first the father would fry fish and make some additional side dishes again, only Syahira forbid it. In addition to being embarrassed and self-knowing, but also because he felt affection, fear - fear later even rubbed because the side dishes that exist now are more than enough for Syahira.
The father smiled when he saw Syahira who was greedy eating his homemade cooking, he became reminded of his son who was also always excited when eating the food he made.
It's just that, when his son was a kid. Now the child is big and mature, so it is common when eating his cooking. Maybe I was bored, he thought.
" Uhuk..."
Shahira hit his chest, he choked because of his hasty eating. All kinds of food he took and immediately he was greedy just like that, he was like a person who did not eat for days and when he found food even became sloppy, he was like a person who did not eat for days and when he found food even became stale, of course it made him choke.
" Slowly eat it, do not rush it. The sprain will be. "said the father while offering a glass of water to Syahira.
Syahira quickly received a glass in front of him and drank the water in it up to half.
" Hehe.iya sir sorry, finished the delicious father's cooking." replied Syahira smiling shyly.
On the other hand, he did not lie, because the cuisine made by the father was really delicious, so without Syahira realized he was just being confused.
" Oh yeah, by the way, who's your name? And if you may know, where is your home address? so that later the father can anterin you go home, this is too afraid of your parents nyariin. "ask the father.
Syahira who heard the question arrived - suddenly it was immediately silent, his mouth that had not stopped since - stopped moving was immediately silent like there was no energy.
Syahira's eyes glazed - glass, a clear grain just escaped. Syahira quickly rubbed her eyes.
" I don't have a home, sir" he replied later.
" I actually just came to this city about two days ago, but my lost things were taken by people on that day. So I could not find a place to live because my money was lost" he explained.
Somehow Syahira arrived - suddenly said honestly about his condition again to a stranger, as if not familiar with the incident he experienced the other day.
Maybe because he felt the father - the father looked really sincere times yes, so yes Syahira believe - believe it.
Even so, he was not completely honest. Actually he has a house, only it was in Jakarta, far away. It was not his original home, but the home of his parents. And somehow, Syahira can't tell you about it.
" Oh Owen..great pity on you, son." said the father concerned to hear the situation of Shahira.
" Yes, already. If so you can stay here, there happens to be an empty room here, usually you use it if you are not able to return home. But, from now on you can place it. Yes, it is not big, the room is small but it is enough for you to just rest. "
" The real one, sir. Do you think I live here? " ask Syahira, her eyes are already sparkling happily.
" Yes...oh yeah, you definitely don't have a job either, right? "
Syahira nodded in response.
" You can also work here. That's if you want, otherwise it's okay. You bi... "
" Want, sir! I want to work at my father's place. What work can be, which is important halal. "said Syahira enthusiastically even to cut the father talking.
" Yes - yes, well, you I accept the work here. "said the father, Syahira clenched his hands and cheered `yesss´.
" Well, by the way, if I may know whose name you are? " the father continued asking because he had not known the name of the child he was talking to since.
" My name is Syahira, sir. "
" Oh....Syahira, what a name. If the name is Saprudin, you can call me Mr. Udin, just like people call me. "said the father also introduced himself. Syahira just nodded her head in response.
" Alright, Syahira. Because it's the night I have to go home, afraid my wife is looking for the night is not home yet. "
" This is the key to the room I just mentioned, and this is the spare key to the front door. If - if the father came a bit sad tomorrow, you please open it yes. "he continued while handing two keys to Syahira.
" Are you sure you gave this key to me? " ask Syahira raised a key that is none other than the key to open the restaurant.
He did not think, how could the father trust him and hand over the precious key to him just like that. They just met.
" Yes, I'm sure. And I also believe that you are a good child, so it's okay if you leave it the same as you. "
" It's yes, the night's getting late. You should go home now. You continue to eat it, do not forget to finish. Inget! I tipped this place yes, assalamu´alaikum. "he continued saying goodbye to go home.
" Aalaikumsalam. " Shahira answered.
" Oh yes, do not forget to lock the door of the room before going to bed yes and if the need for worship is in the bottom drawer, you look for it in the room yes" said the father on the doorstep.
" Em." replied Syahira while nodding.
After the father left, Syahira went back to eating. A smile rose on her tiny lips. Syahira was very happy and grateful to be able to meet the best and friendliest people Mr. Saprudin.
Shahira was already seudzon, he had thought bad about the father, but in reality the father was not a bad person. He even helped Syahira when she collapsed earlier, fed her, and allowed Syahira to stay there, even giving her a job.
Not long after, he finished his meal. Syahira also brought the rest of the food to the kitchen, then washed the dishes used he ate just now.
Syahira walked to the top floor, where the owner of the restaurant had shown him.
Shahira turned to the left and opened a door and entered.
That's right, a room that's not so big. Just enough for a small folding mattress and a small table beside it.
" Thank God, though small at least I have a place to take shelter. Thank you, O Allah. "inwardly grateful Syahira.
Syahira placed the paper bag he was carrying at the end of the wall, then walked to a small table beside the bed to find Mukena.
Syahira also fulfilled his duty, and after completion he immediately threw himself in a mattress to rest his tired body. Not to forget, he also locked his room as ordered by Mr. Saprudin earlier.
**To be continue**
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