The Broken Wing

Itinerant

After the dawn prayer at the mosque near his house Ardi rushed home to his house while stepping his mouth slowly contemplating glorifying the pity of Allah SWT, the God who has created the heavens and the earth and all its contents.

Ardi never misses his morning prayer which is always congregated and always on time to carry out his duties, when he arrived at home, Anisa heard slowly teaching the Qur'an her voice was beautiful to hear, his wife was used to teaching after completing her obligations.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" said Ardi as he opened the door to his house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatulli wa barakatuh" Anisa replied as she closed the Qur'an mushaf and kissed it and placed it on a small cupboard near the musholah,.

Aisah his daughter appears to be asleep in the mosque while making her face, the youngest daughter is indeed being trained to be able to always pray at dawn on time, although after the prayer she will fall asleep while still wearing her face.

"Home home" Anisa continued with her hand kissing the back of her husband's Ardi hand.

"Yes, baby, I want to be ready to take traveling merchandise, want to sell kelilimg yes dear" Ardi told Anisa.

"Mas really want to sell around" asked Anisa doubted the seriousness of her husband.

"Yes, I seriously want to sell around, pick up sustenance even a little to increase our income" replied Ardi reassured Anisa his wife.

" I'm not ashamed of the traveling sales." asked Anisa again, who still doubted Ardi. "No dear" answered Ardi while tidying up his clothes that seemed relaxed, then took his pet hat and sunglasses and mask cover.

"Kok wearing black glasses mas" Anisa asked in astonishment as she looked at her husband's face. "Let's not be seen if the traveling sales mass is dear, so that no one knows the mas" replied Ardi with a smile.

"That's a sign that mas ngk is ready to sell around, it's not necessary to sell around looking for other businesses" said Anisa while holding her husband's hand.

"Mas want to try first well, let's know what it's like to sell around" answered Ardi reassured Anisa while removing her favorite motorcycle in the garage, then interject the motor and heat it before the motorbike was driven, he said, after feeling the motor is ready, before riding the motorbike touted, Ardi grabbed Anisa's waist and gently kissed her forehead.

"Yes go, baby pray that many buy yah" said Ardi to Anisa.

"Yes mas ... Aamiin. hearts out" Anisa replied to Ardi with her charming smile.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" Ardi's greeting to Anisa. "Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" Anisa replied as she waved her hand.

Slowly Anisa went into her house and woke up Aisah who was still sleeping on the prayer mat in the small room of her house.

"Laksa mother Aish like. ok ready mother Aish want to take a bath" replied Aisah with a spirit to hear the word Laksa, Laksa,

Laksa is a typical Tangerang food whose ingredients are made of rice shaped like white noodles and watered with yellow sauce mixed with cowpea and chicken pieces.

Aisah loved that food. So that when Anisa his mother seduced him with the food Aisah woke up with vigor.

"Mother.. Where's dad going?" ask Aisah.

"Dad again sales pray dad well so that the sale sells today" replied Anisa.

"Aamiin..." Saut Aisah prayed for her father. "Let's take a quick shower" exclaimed Anisah to her youngest daughter.

"Every mother." replied Aisyah as she reached for the towel hanging on the small clothespin of the towel not far from the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Ardi, who had taken processed chicken products and boxes tied to the back seat of his motorcycle, began to go around with voice recordings from a small toa hanging in front of his motorbike.

"Processed chicken, live fried practical, tasty and halal maknyuzzzzz" so continue the sound recording from toa .

Almost half an hour he turned from housing one housing to another, from one village to another, no one called him to buy the processed chicken he was selling. ardi's heart began to fidget, his mouth still miserably pleading with Allah that someone might buy his merchandise.

"Wait ... sell what bang" asked a mother who was drying clothes in front of her house.

"Fried chicken bu.. stay fried" replied Ardi while leaning his motorbike and opening a box containing various variants of processed chicken that he carried.

"How much is bang ?" ask the buyer's mother

" Sort of bu there are ten thousand and one chicken is forty-five thousand rupiah" replied Ardi. "

"I took one" the first buyer told Ardi, slowly Ardi saying Hamdallah "Alhamdulillah.."

." maybe next there's another buyer" Ardi's inner self in his heart.