The Goddess of Pigeons
CHAPTER 6: SELLING FISH
It looks like Am is just looking at his food and gulping.
Seeing his movements Am, Furqon sensitized if Am embarrassed to see him.
Indeed, Am does not have hunger and thirst, but Am can also eat foods that taste good in his tongue. Without food Am is not hungry, but if anyone gives him something, Am never refuses.
Seeing Am so, Furqon left Am alone at the dinner table. So that he feels free to eat the food.
A few moments later,,,,, the,,,,
It looks Furqon is no longer reached by Am's eyes, seeing no one around him. He immediately ate the food in front of him deliciously. After a few minutes later, Am had finished 1 small plate filled with corn rice.
Suddenly Mother Furqon came. He saw a pigeon on the table. Furqon's mother looked at the pigeon on the table. Thinkingly
“This pigeon doesn't tear his food, and he doesn't throw shit in just any place, it's smart of him, ah! maybe because his leg is still sore shot pistol” mummified ibuk.
“why buk?” furqon hurriedly approached his mother who was observing Am.
“it's okay, I just think he's a smart pigeon. See he's not throwing shit around and not tearing his food. You're right, son, he's special. Quickly find him a partner son,” said Mother
Furqon's mother looks impatient to support her son threading a pigeon.
“Iya buk, after this pigeon foot heals later I will find a partner for him!” Answer Furqon gently.
Furqon carefully lifted Am, then returned him to his original place. The Furqon room.
“Hei human, Thanks!” Am said somewhat embarrassedly expressing his gratitude to Furqon.
“No need to thank, what I did is not worth your sacrifice to me, do not hesitate?” Answer Furqon.
“I'll go first, you're here by yourself no problem right?” Ask Furqon.
“No problem, anyway I will not die if it is here alone.” Reply Am.
“All right I go first, Assallamu’alaikum!” furqon said by taking a small bag, and wearing a blangkon on the head which is his trademark.
As always, Because Furqon was a fisherman. He spent more time at sea. Furqon always goes sailing after dinner. And the next day he sold the fish he had caught at night.
Tonight Furqon started sailing at 20:00 WIB. The journey to the middle of the sea takes 1 hour. After reaching the middle of the sea, Furqon began to act to net fish in the sea. And he'll come home after getting enough fish.
While Am, now he maximizes his rest so that his legs quickly recover.
The sun began to fall on the earth. Furqon came home with fish as much as 1 box of sterofoam measuring 75 cmX42 cmX32 cm. Using 1 bicycle and a box that was wrapped around the rope behind him, he pedaled the bike to the house. Before that, of course he had performed dawn prayers on the beach.
Upon reaching home, Furqon went into the room and saw Am asleep.
“he said angel but why did he fall asleep?’ furqon.
“He was exhausted Furqon, let him rest” said another angel who was currently in the form of dew.
“What about you, angels? Do you also have such tiredness?” Furqon asked the dew Angel.
“No, I have no fatigue, lust and hunger” replied the angel.
“then why is your friend saying you're tired?” Ask furqon.
Hearing their conversation, Am woke up from his sleep and immediately answered Furqon's question.
“I am exhausted because my strength has run out, so our Master revoked upon me for the things that angel” should have replied Am.
"ah yes-yes okay. Then I'll sleep first. It's tired of the sea" Furqon said.
Furqon laid his body on the bed.
“Am, you are patient yes. Ye know? Amaltheia is very worried about you and always asks you questions when I meet her. I'm so happy we met here Am.” Althaia.
“Yes, God willing all problems must have a way out, where is Amaltheia now?” Ask Am.
“Two days ago I met him on the edge of the tapestry” replied Althaia.
“I miss him a lot, but my legs are still in a state of pain, so I still can't fly far to meet him.” Am said.
“You rest easy, what use am I here?, I will convey your greetings to him.” Althaia.
“Thank you Al, may Allah always protect you!” said Am.
The two angels talked to each other. Furqon overheard everything. But Furqon pretended to be lying asleep.
“Angels do have hearts that are loving, calm, helpful, and do not hate each other, they are clean from dirty thoughts. Really tauladan.” thought Furqon.
Since Furqon had been able to hear and see angels for 10 years, he was often friends with them. And follow what is good about them. No wonder the people around Furqon always judge themselves as people who obey, good and never lie.
“Am, I say retreat yes.., you will look for charity so that your longing is treated immediately.” Althaia.
“Thanks Altheia” replied Am.
“Alright, Wa’alaikumussalam” Furqon replied resignedly because his pretence cannot be covered.
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Today at 14.00 WIB, Furqon will go to the fish market. Before that, he divided the results of his fish for the purposes of eating at home. The rest were taken to the fish market. As usual, he sold his fish last night.
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It was seen that many people were lined up, along with the table in front which was covered with piles of dead fish.
Incidentally the Furqon Line is at number two from the front of the driveway. He set his fish on the table as neat as possible. If the market is crowded, Furqon will be home rather quickly. But if it's quiet he'll be home a little late.
A few hours later....
“Alhamdulillah..trade today rumayan bestis” with a smile Furqon clean up the remaining fish that have not been sold.
The remaining unsalted fish will be put in the freezer by Furqon. And it'll be resold tomorrow. The origin of the fish is still worth selling and the rest is still a lot, Furqon does not sail at night.
Furqon came home with his money today. As usual, he would give a third to his mother. And the rest he used for his needs and savings.
Finished eating, Furqon took care of Am's legs. Then bring food for him.
“What do you want to eat?” Ask Furqon.
“I just want my feet to heal fast. Because this is so torturous.” Reply Am.
“I'm sorry my father, I can only do this for you!.” Furqon said when dressing Am's feet with bandages.
“Why are you apologizing? There is nothing wrong, indeed a bird like me was created by Allah Swt. To fill the stomachs of men.
They should be grateful for the blessings that Allah has provided for them. But of most they disavow. And forget to be grateful.” Am said.
“Hey, I heard you talking to your friend yesterday. Don't you have a name? What's your name?” Ask Furqon.
“My name is Amfitrite, just call Am.” Reply Am.
“I just found out if an angel has a name. All the time I talked to them I never knew their names. You didn't ask me my name?” Ask Furqon.
With a little prestige. I answered a question from Furqon.
“I already know your name.” Am said.
“pffffttt... “ saw Am's motion that saw all directions make Furqon want to laugh.
“Why are you laughing human?” said Am.
“no-no.Do you know? you are really adorable Am.” Furqon said with a sneer.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door from outside.
“Tok! Geck! Tok!”
“Furqon, there is someone looking for you in front... “ exclaimed mother to Furqon. The one behind Furqon's bedroom door.
“Good Mom, I'll be out soon.” Furqon replied.
“After Yes Am?” furqon.
He immediately opened the door of his room and met his guest.
Furqon is famous for his wise and wise attitude. No wonder there are so many people around him who like his attitude.
“What do you think can bring you here buddy?” furqon said, shaking the hand of his old friend.
“Ah, no I will just pass this on to you!” ando said by thrusting a rectangular paper.
“What is this? Did ya? My best friend?” Furqon said he could not believe what his friend loved.
“Iya, you came huh?” ando said expectantly.
“Of course I will come Buddy.” Furqon replied.
By embracing his old best friend who brings news that he is getting married.
Ando is Furqon's little friend. They always played together as children. Because Furqon houses are close to the forest and sea, they often play together especially on the coast.
They talked to each other and remembered their childhood. And it doesn't feel like one of them is getting married to a woman.
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