The Gold urn Changed my Destiny

Old man

Early in the morning Jecky had awakened Qiram and Lil O.

“Mari Mister, we have to walk in the morning today, to be healthier.” said Jecky pulled a blanket two single men who were sleeping in the bed.

Qiram woke up lazily, Lil O woke up excitedly and also cheered the friend who was sitting lazily beside him. “Come, spirit, we will practice to become stronger, so that when meeting Soleman we do not run and hide again.” said Qiram.

“Hu'um.” answer.

They wash their faces, wear training clothes. Walk around the housing for about an hour. After that, they returned home.

“Young Master rest first for a while, later I teach you how to use some tools purchased yesterday.” explained Jecky.

“Ok!” Qiram chose to drink cold water while wiping off his sweat with a small towel that he hung around his neck. While Lil O, chose to make food assisted by Hafisa.

After cooking, he immediately took a shower and prepared to go to the stall they rented yesterday with Hafisa. The girl wanted to help Lil O put up the wall wallpaper, organize the table and the stall chair she bought yesterday.

“You can't eat eggs! Doctors forbid eating eggs! I'm off to the kiosk first!” lil O shouted as he exited the house.

“Mr Jecky, please pay attention to him, yes! She likes to eat abstinence!” Jecky nodded at Lil O's screams.

“Basic! I'm like a mother-mom, chatty!” qiram smiled. Lil O is a true friend who has always been considerate of her for a long time.

The bruises on Qiram's face had not disappeared completely, the wounds under his lips were still wet.

Jecky began explaining some of the sports equipment purchased by them yesterday, starting to teach how to use them. Qiram mangosteen heard that explanation.

“Starting today, every morning and evening, Young Master must run in the morning, lift the barbell, wooden dummy and others. We start from 10 minutes until we get used to it. We do it slowly, so that the Young Master's body is not surprised and does not get muscle pain. Then, slowly we just increase the duration of the phase.” said Jecky.

He just nodded obediently listening to Jecky.

Qiram began the warm-up movement by flexing the muscles for the start led by Jecky, then wooden dummy exercise, lifting the barbell for 20 minutes, then running on the kinetic treadmill for 25 minutes.

“Aah! Ahh!” Qiram breathed. He was so tired, his sweat was pouring out.

“Young Master, take a short break for about 15 minutes, then you take a shower.”

“Good.” answer.

Qiram was sitting leisurely on the sofa, in the television room. On the table are pieces of fruit and drinking water that Jecky has served.

The little baby called Prince was still fast asleep. ‘Is it okay to leave Prince in the form of Gippong, while he is still a cat?’ That was Qiram's question when they wanted to exercise.

“Prince is still sleeping, huh? Very good behavior.” said Qiram saw Jecky who had taken and held the tiny baby.

“Iya.”

After a few minutes of rest, Qiram took a bath, then laid himself in bed. His eyes stare at his beloved gold jar. He woke up again, stroking the urn.

Near the urn lay one golden forehead. “Looks like gold from yesterday's program deh!” he murmured, and then he kept the gold piece. He had a few pieces of gold that he had not yet sold.

His eyes were still staring at the urn, looking like a golden piece of gold that had been separated from the golden urn that was at the neck of the urn. “Hm?!” Qiram was paying more and more attention to the urn. Then start counting.

“21.” said. “so all these gold pieces are 21 pieces with already released? Do I only have 21 requests?” Qiram wondered.

“Yeah! All this time I was so careless! I was more careful and calculating in asking for a request! What if my chance has run out, but I have not become rich and strong.?” Qiram grimaced himself, he massaged his forehead.

“I do not want to live suffering, despicable and poor again.” murmured, then lay down his body in bed to sleep soundly.

When Qiram woke up, the clock was already showing 2pm. Jecky was busy playing with the Prince.

“Master, you're awake? I've prepared your food, meat and vegetables.” Jecky said.

Chicken breast and vegetables and then fruit. It's just Qiram's food. He frowned. Seeing that, Jecky explained, “Master, starting today I will prepare healthy food for you. We will build muscles and your body becomes healthier and stronger.”

Qiram could only sigh then eat the food.

Qiram, Gippong and Jekcy who were holding the Prince went to the town square.

“Well, now Young Master should run 5 times round.” Jecky pointed at the field. Then he sat down with the Prince and Gippong watched Qiram.

Just 2 rounds, Qiram had slept lying down in the middle of the field because of fatigue. Jecky exclaimed with encouragement, which finally Qiram turned the field three more times, just sat down to rest next to Jekcy by drinking cold water.

While sitting down daydreaming to unwind, he saw an old man who had gray hair was walking in tandem with a young girl. The old man wore thick glasses, seemed to be chatting and smiling cheerfully.

“Dia-” Qiram muttered, seeing the old man not blinking. ‘*I'm not wrong anymore! He's the guy who bought my gold urn at that time*!’ inner Qiram.

The old man was the owner of an antique shop, he bought that urn of gold on Soleman and Lenggo was actually 300 million, but with the cunning and drama of Lenggo, the old man also pretended to pay him 20 million. The three of them made a deal.

Qiram knew it when Lenggo fell asleep at the time. He was surprised that the gold jar was bought at a very high price.

“I suspect, surely this old geezer knows that my golden urn has power. Otherwise, why would he buy that much? Though this gold jar is not pure from gold. Only part of his neck was a piece of gold. But, in my old life this gold bar does not exist.” Qiram monologues with his heart and mind.

Unknowingly, Qiram had already stood up and walked towards the old man. “Pak!” call him.

The old man and the girl holding the man's arm turned their heads. “Iya, Son. What's up?” tanyakanya.

“Sorry, I think I'm wrong. I think my friend's father.” replied Qiram who again realized his behavior.

“Oh. Sometimes the faces of many parents are almost similar, just like babies and toddlers. Hehehe!” replied the man chuckling.

“Ah, maybe Sir. Sorry, disturbed. My name is Qiram.” He introduced himself.

“Courteous son, my name is Asrul Hamzah, he is my grandson Gracia Putri.” said the man.

Qiram reached out and shook hands with them.