SCENARIO FROM GOD

The Part 61

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" Are you sure you don't want to be helped? "

" Yes race, no need. But only a little bit, I can be alone, " replied Syahira to Laras.

They both finished eating. After sitting down and enjoying the beautiful afternoon sky, Syahira went to the kitchen to wash the dishes used for their meals.

Initially, Baras offered to help. However, because the dishes were washed only a little so Syahira felt that he alone was enough.

" Yes already, if that's what I want to go home first huh, Shah. Afraid of magrib hunt, there will be a fear. "said Laras saying goodbye to go home because it was getting late and the sky was getting darker.

" Yes, Race. Be careful on the road, do not forget to pray first to be safe until home. "

" Sipp! sure, I'll see you tomorrow, shah. Dah.assalamu´alaikum. "greetings before really disappearing from behind the door.

" Wa´alaikumsalam warrahmatullah." said Syahira replied to the greeting Laras which in fact no longer appears because it has been hunted away.

Well, even though the person is no longer there but answering greetings is important. Moreover, his position was there and Syahira heard it.

Syahira refocused to finish washing dishes - dishes in front of him.

" It's finally finished. "

Syahira put the last plate he washed on the dish rack, then walked and sat where he was wearing when he fainted first.

His gaze looked around, paying attention to every nook and cranny of the restaurant where he was currently.

" How yes, so that this restaurant can be many more customers. "

Inner in the heart, thinking for the survival of the house to eat Pak Udin. Because, if it continues like this and does not act anything then in the end the place will go bankrupt or maybe close completely. And if that happens, what about the fate of Syahira in the future? in time, he should be a vagrant.

" I don't think it's because of the food that makes people not interested in coming here. "

Syahira muttered still in the same position and looked at the entire room. He seemed to have just realized something that might be one of the causes of people - people are less interested in coming to the restaurant.

Not because the food is not good, the price is expensive, or the place is not hygienic, because the place even though it is old but still remains concerned with cleanliness. But because if you pay attention to the place looks a little monotonous so it will make people bored if it linger there, long, and also cet - cet on the wall that has begun to peel there because too long has not been reset.

" How do you handle it, though? " the inner Shahira is still confused, how did he change the place.

" Armghrrghh!!! "

Syahira scratched her head in frustration. His head felt like it was going to break, he was really confused.

Syahira dissolved in his mind until he did not realize that adzan magrib had been reverberating since then.

" Astagfirullah, it's this hour. When's adultery? I can - I usually dream until I don't hear the sound of azan. Astagfirullah haladzim, o Allah forgive me. "said Syahira was surprised when he saw the clock that showed at 18:30, that means that the adzan magrib was already reverberating 30 minutes ago and he did not even notice it because he was too focused on thinking.

Syahira rushed to the bathroom to fetch water, then ran to his room. However, because it was too rushed and also did not focus his feet accidentally tripped the foot of the table and ended up hitting a shelf near the stairs.

" Okay. "the ringisnya while holding his feet and head that hit the shelf.

´Brakk´

A cardboard fell from the top of the shelf, some of the objects inside were freely rolling out.

Syahira who still holds his head and feet saw that. Suddenly his eyes sparkled, an idea flared up when he saw the scrolls of paper and markers rolling and scattered on the floor.

" I think this can be made deh. "he said while putting the cardboard on the table.

" Astagfirullah!! Forgot, I have not prayed magrib. "he continued to wake up from watching the goods in front of him.

Syahira immediately ran to his room for fear of running out of prayer time.

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Syahira still sits on the prayer mat. His mouth was unceasingly pondering, as well as his hands that were busy moving to calculate the number of dhikr that he read.

After the magrib prayer, he did not move from the place of prayer, he immediately continued dzikir while waiting for the arrival of the isya time. All right, responsibility because Adhan isya is soon reverberating.

" Allahu Akbar! Allah Akbar! "

There was an adhan sound from the mosque speakers near there. Syahira also ended his dhikr and turned to answer the Adhan reading.

Shahira stood up when the Adhan was finished, then returned to perform the prayer isya.

Five minutes later, now Syahira has finished praying isya. He also tidied up his prayer equipment and then walked downstairs to carry out the ideas that appeared in his brain.

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" oo.oo...ooooo.... "

The sound of the cock crowing was heard. Syahira who had fallen asleep since then began to blink - rubbed his eyes.

Sunlight has begun to enter through the cracks of the window. It was noon, the clock had shown the number 06:30 wib. Actually Syahira had woken up earlier this morning and did prayer, but back to sleep after because tired of staying up all night.

Syahira got up from her chair. Yes, after the prayer he went back down to finish his work and ended up falling asleep on the table.

Syahira walked outside carrying a hammer and also objects that he had made all night.

" Shop.getok... "

The sound of Shahira began to hammer.

" Done deh. "the thrill of being happy to see his work has now been completed. Syahira wiped the sweat on his forehead.

" Assalmu´alaikum. "greetings to someone who just arrived there.

" Wa´alaikumsalam, uh Laras. Tumben came in the morning? " ask Syahira when she sees Laras who has arrived this morning, usually also likes a little shadowy coming.

" Involuntarily, I want to help you settle down before opening up" replied Laras.

" Oh yeah, by the way, what are you doing? morning - morning already hold the hammer only. "he continued to ask when he saw there was a hammer in the hands of Syahira.

" Oh...this hammer? This is.I was making something. Try to see "sayahira said while showing what he had made.

" I.this, you made shah? " ask Laras when he sees what Syahira makes.

" Yes, how? Good huh? " Sahira asked for an opinion.

" glam.bwahaha..haha...."

Instead of answering Laras even laughing makes Syahira become confused because of it.

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