Substitute Priest For Chayra

Sharing It Beautiful

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For almost an hour, Alif drove a car around the city of Jogja to look for onde-onde merchants and getuk lindri who still sell. But not found.

Alif nodded and momentarily closed his eyes. Seen once he was frustrated and confused where else to look for onde-onde traders and getuk lindri who are still selling at night this late. Plus, the onde-onde and getuk lindri that Chayra wants impressed.

How not to go? Onde-ondenya should be 3 cm in diameter with sesame sprinkles of 99 seeds such as the number of Asmaul Husna (the best names are based on the properties of God). And getuk lindri that are brightly colored (colorful) like a rainbow plus a sprinkling of cheese in place of coconut grater.

Very sad and mumetzkan. Luckily, cravings only exist in the world of novels. If in the real world, unthinkable mumetznya husbands.

Okay, back to the 😉 story

Circulated views to the right and left side of the road. There are only Javanese bakmi traders, gudeg, and STMJ (milk, eggs, honey, and ginger.

"O Allah, O Robb, forgive the sins of the servants. Give the servant instructions and ease to meet the demand of Chayra," he asked and still focus on driving iron vehicles.

Instantly Alif pulled over the car he was driving when presented the scenery that squeezed the heart.

Seen, a small boy who sells boiled beans and corn by holding a white basket, without being accompanied by his mother or father.

The little boy sat on the sidewalk with a glaring look. His face looked wet because of the clear water that kept coming out from both corners of the net.

After getting out of the car, Alif rushed to the little boy, then landed the body weight right next to him.

"Hi jagoan --" she said accompanied by a line of very sweet smiles.

The boy only commented on the smile while wiping his wet face.

"This late night, why are you still on the road?" tanyanya.

"Sa-me, I sell Kak--" he replied.

"What conversation?"

"Nuts and corn are boiled, Brother."

"If you can tell, what is your name? And, where do you live?"

"Sa-yes, Nakula. I live in a rented house not far from here. Oya, whose name is Brother?"

Alif commented a smile and gently ruffled Nakula's hair.

"Call it .. mas Alif!"

"Mas Alif?"

"Yes Kula. Come on, Alif drive you home!"

"But, what about Nakula's trade that is still intact, Mas?" Nakula stared at his wares with a sad look on his face. It is impossible to go home without a penny.

How .... he could buy medicine for his sick mother and buy food for his sister who had not eaten rice since lunch.

"Mas Alif will buy you all your beans and corn. So, you don't have to worry!"

"really?" her question was disbelief followed by a patterning eye bead.

"Of course."

Netra Nakula sparkling accompanied by the curvature of the lips that adorn his face. "Thank you, Alif. Thanks --"

"Thank you to the Most Merciful and Merciful Lord, Kula! Mas Alif is just an intermediary."

Alif took out his wallet from his shirt pocket and then took out a red banknote totaling five pieces. Then he handed it to Nakula. And with trembling hands, Nakula received that sum of money.

"Ma-mas, why is this much money?"

"Find it .. it's a gift from God to a great child like you." Nakula's hair was rubbed with a smile.

"Thank God ...." Nakula again kissed his cross-shaped pendant while raising his face to the sky, as if he was staring at his Lord who was up there.

"Before Mas, I first wrap the beans and corn stew --"

Alif shook his head and held Nakula's hand.

"No need, Nakula. When you get home, share it with your neighbors. Sure, they'll be very happy."

"But Mas - -"

"It just so happens that Mas Alif is full, Kula. Mas Alif was just confused --"

"Why confused, Mom?"

"Istri mas Alif asked to buy onde-onde diameter of 3 cm, with sesame sprinkles of 99 seeds. In addition, Mas Alif's wife also asked for a powdery lindri and sprinkled with cheese as a substitute for coconut grater," he replied while breathing heavily.

"Obar-ard?" Nakula asked in astonishment and linked the two bases of her eyebrows.

"Mejikuhibiniu -"

"What is that, Mom?"

"Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple."

"Like a rainbow color, huh, Mas?"

"Yup, it's Kula."

"Owh, so what makes Mas Alif confused is that huh?"

"Yes Kula -"

"Mas Alif is not to be confused! Incidentally, my mother is good at making onde-onde and gituk lindri. Ingredients ... later we buy at warung mak Ijah-our neighbors, Mas."

Nakula's speech is like the baby who blows softly and is able to give coolness.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah. Thanks ... Kula. Alif is grateful to be found with you." Alif breathed a sigh of relief because the prayer that he had spoken, had been spoken by God.

"And, Kula was also grateful to meet Mas Alif."

The lips of the two different men of belief were curved accompanied by twinkle in the bead of the eye that resembled the sparkle of stars ....

"It doesn't matter what your religion or your tribe is. If you can do something good for everyone, then that person never asks what your religion is". –Gus Dur.

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Sorry Brother-sister, the new author can UP this way, because it is riweh in RL. Insha Allah if there is free time, it will be continued again 😉🙏

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