The Cost of Trust

Accept Hayu working

"Lho mah, whose son is this?", asked Aziz when Imah brought Faiz inside. Aziz had just finished eating. Diaz asks in her father's arms.

"Here is the father's son!"

Diaz immediately fell on his father.

"This is Faiz mas, in front of anyone who wants to apply for a job here. Well, here's his son!"

"Owh.", said Aziz.

"Imah wants Faiz to eat, can't she?"

"Yes, I can! Faiz ate with Auntie Ema?" said Aziz.

"Om...who? Her dad's deck Diaz huh?"

"Yes, son."

Faiz nodded his head. Aziz intended to leave the kitchen.

"Om..wait!", Faiz hurriedly approached Aziz.

"Why son?"

"Thank you, let Faiz eat here. Faiz doesn't feel good. Faiz rich again begging, padahal ..umi always forbid Faiz begging. But, Faiz is hungry."

Faiz. Aziz looked at Imah, while Imah just shrugged her shoulders a sign she didn't understand either.

"Here, Faiz sits down first. Aunty Imah take her food?!", said Imah.

Aziz also abandoned his intention to go forward.

"Are you sure Faiz didn't eat breakfast this morning?"

"Breakfast om, similarly fried anget tea. Umi, fasting. Umi often fasts om, let's be economical. So Faiz can eat."

O Allah, inward Aziz.

"Faiz's Dad?"

"Our dead!"

Aziz.

"Yes, Faiz ate a lot of ya. Oh yes mah, the power in the refrigerator is also there is a chicken camp? I will fry later. Let Faiz take it home. Make an ummah iftar and Faiz's bolt dinner."

"Don't om, I'll get angry!", said Faiz timidly.

"No, just calm down. Umi will not be angry. I met Diaz's mother first, Faiz. Now Faiz eats a lot huh!"

"Yes Om!"

Faiz started eating his food at the table. I saw a tear in the corner of the little boy's eye in front of him.

He sat in front of Faiz.

"Faiz, eat right. Time while crying?"

"Tante, today Faiz is very lucky huh. Meet your rich good guys?"

I gritted her forehead.

"How old are you, Faiz?"

"You five years old Auntie!"

"Now dong school?", trying to cover up his feelings of boredom.

"God willing, said Umi!"

"Yes, continue eating. Aunt Imah!''

"Yes Auntie!"

*****

"Dek...!", said Aziz to me.

"Yes mas! Oh yes, this is called Mayu. He wants to apply for a job here, what about you?"

"Yes.if we agree, I agree to the deck!"

"Lho, how am I?", I asked.

"Because you're the boss, right?", joked Aziz.

Aziz was just scared, afraid of facing things he did not want. View status Hayu. Heard Faiz's story. Ah. It is just so...

"So, tomorrow I can work here!"

"Thank God, thank you Dian!", Hayu's mother rested in front of me.

"O Allah, don't be like this."

"Sorry mom, I'm too happy!", Mayu wiped her tears.

Imah and Faiz entered the stall.

"Umi, om aziz give you a side dish for breaking the fast like for Faiz's dinner."

"Oh my God, son...!"

"It's okay mbak Hayu, the important thing is Faiz likes my wife's cooking!"

Mas Aziz embraces my shoulder, tumben. Why is this a person?

"Sorry, sorry to bother you."

"It's okay mbak. We're glad we could help you."

"Mbak Hayu, this is take. For today, this is how it used to be. Better, now mbak hayu rest first. Can it again fast. Tomorrow at half-eight, Mayu can come straight here."

"Don't mbak, this is too much. My son has been given food, even supplies to take home. This is an exaggeration mbak!", Mayu tried to resist.

"I'm angry that Mayu refused!", I said.

"But mbak...!"

"Udah take it mbak. Buy a takjil in the afternoon!", I said.

"Yes Umi, Faiz also wants snacks in his shop Mpok Siti."

Shamefully Hayu took the money.

"Thank you again, mas.. mbak Imah!"

"Together."

"Faiz, we go home son!", take Hayu.

"We say goodbye, assalamu'alaikum!"

"Getishalam."

After Hayu and Faiz returned home, the stalls were crowded again. Mas Aziz gave Diaz to me. Then he helped Mima serve the buyer.

For a while 'I just sat behind the cashier to receive the money and give change. After that, the deserted stall returned.

"Sir, do you accept that?"

"I just asked you to!"

"Yes, that was in Faiz for a little story. That's why I said, it's up to you. Because you're a girl, more sensitive."

"But, is it less sreg?"

"It's not the deck, it's his status....?"

"Widow? Why a widow? It's also a widow, is it okay?"

"Hooh!", said Imah while snacking on nuts.

" But, it's my own sister."

"Then I didn't know that your sister, are you okay?"

"Daddy, I just don't want anything that you don't want!"

"You mean mas?"

"Yes.he is his own status Deck, what people say later when judging the mas...."

"I'd guess. God willing, Mayu is a good woman."

"Know where? You just know. Is it because it looks ?"

"Not really mas. We have to think positively."

"You're a very good person on the deck, not yet familiar."

"Mas, he told me. She was married for ten years but had no children until she adopted Faiz. Her late husband works at Xx High School, her compensation is only two months away. So I don't want him to have to work. Kasian dong - mas...!"

"At SMA xx?"

"Yes mas!"

"That's Fai's brother's school, grandpa!"

"Times?"

"Yes right!"

"Owh.but the policy is good. Within six months, Mayu was still in courtesy. Yes, consider a retired non PNS. It's a good school, right?"

(In reality, can't it be the salary of honorary teacher Iku Piro???? Maap 🙏🙏🙏🙏This is just a novel yak. Again, not to offend anyone)

"Yes.can you say that. Try it, I asked Fai."

"Ask what?"

"Yes asked about the school policy is the deck. Fai is also a teacher there!"

"Owh.yeah.yeah..yeah, it's up to you."

"You'll let Diaz rest in that room. I know, you're tired."

"Yes, I also want to pray first."

I took Diaz home. As I expected from the beginning, Aziz must be afraid that Hayu may be the type of woman who could tempt people's husbands. But I'm sure, hayu's a good man. The woman shalihah, who can certainly maintain her self-esteem well.

******

"Aunty, Aunt Dian, Oma Aziz, Aunt Daughter. Well the more yes Mi?" said Faiz cheerfully.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah. We are met with good people like them."

"So, you work there tomorrow?"

"Yes, and Umi will make a good breakfast for Faiz!"

"Areally Umi?", asked Faiz enthusiastically.

"Yes dear. Uh, we haven't prayed yet. Prayers first yuk!" bring Hayu.

"Look..!", said Faiz.

Praise be to Allah, the servant is met with good people like them, may you always take care of them, O Allah, inwardly.