THE HEART IS BROKEN
CATERING ROAD OPENER
half ran from the porch of his house, looking for where Mala, his mother, was. I can't wait to give you that happy news.
"Assynolajet.. Ma'am.. Mother.. Rama's home. Ma'am", rama choked from the living room.
Mala who was washing dishes was shocked to hear Rama shouting to him.
"Waalaikumsalam, yaaa Maa, Mom behind.. What's the matter?", Mala said from the kitchen.
Rama ran to the kitchen to see his mother. He experienced wet hands washing the dishes, with breath still panting Rama said.
"Alhamdulillah... God gives way to his servant who is always patient" said Mala gratefully.
"Yes ma'am, let's go to the market ma'am, to buy tomorrow's necessities, and here's a list of the menus we have to provide every day ma'am, and then here's the money for the signature" Rama handed me the envelope and the menu given by the middle-aged father.
Mala received the gift of her son, did not feel her tears.
"Mom, why are you crying? I don't like it?", asked Rama gently while wiping away his mother's tears.
"No, I'm just overwhelmed. Hopefully this is our first step to becoming better again, son" said Mala.
After lunch, Mala and her only child rushed to the market to buy all the catering needs tomorrow. By using an old matic motorcycle that Rama managed to buy from his scholarship during SMK first. The child is now heartened. Not to forget his mouth thanks to the owner of the universe who finally granted what they had intended. This great project may be a blessing to them.
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After the Maghrib prayer Rama deliberately walked slowly in front of the house of Mr. Ardi, occasionally the corner of his eyes looked at the terrace of Mr. Ardi, hoping there was still someone who always waited and watched him when passing sitting there. But just the same, two months Rama had not seen the figure. Rama only saw Mr. Ardi and his wife who were chatting casually on the terrace.
"Assalamualaikum, Rama" said Mr. Ardi.
"Waalaikumsalam, sir", said Rama.
"Ga stop by first? We have a relaxed coffee", bargained Mr. Ardi.
"Ga sir, I am in a hurry to go home, there is a need, Assalamualaikum", Rama refused politely.
"Oh yeah, all right. Waalaikumsalam", Mr. Ardi nodded.
Rama continued his steps, and continued to imagine the face of the girl who always awaited him. Sometimes he smiled, when he remembered the girl's groggy face when expressing his feelings. Ah where are you now murmuring Rama in his heart. If only you knew, that right now I'm struggling to fulfill your father's will.
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At 04.00 dawn Mala and Rama were busy in the kitchen preparing a menu of dishes for catering that must be delivered before lunch. A good amount of 150 servings. They just do it alone. Chicken menu, fried vermicelli and capcay as their first menu today.
Rama helped Mala clean and dismember the chicken. Although Rama is a man but it is not new for him to plunge into the kitchen to cook. Rama is very good at cooking various menus. It's just that he never thought to open a food stall that is large enough, due to limited capital. Rather, if only done alone, tomorrow Mala intends to invite her biological brother to help them.
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At 11.00 WIB the sun was shining, Rama began to compile boxes of food cateringannya in the back seat of his old vario. It is not enough just in the back seat of the front of the motorpun he coated several food boxes.
"It seems like two transports, ma'am", Rama said to his mother who was arranging the equipment.
"Yes Ma, must go back and forth. Tomorrow use a basket only Ma, let's spit" Mala suggested to her son.
"The first street mama ma'am, hunt for lunch later", Rama said goodbye not to forget he kissed his mother's hand.
Distance office middle-aged man, Mr. Broto, owner of PT. Jaya Abadi is not far from Rama's house about 20 minutes away. Setiba in the parking lot of Rama assisted by PT Jaya Abadi security guards to move the lunchbox to the office break room.
"New material, huh Mas..?" ask the security guard while transporting some food boxes.
"Yes sir, and for the first time" answered Rama kindly.
"Ohh. What's the name of the caterer..? Who knows, I can help you with promoin,"
Rama was silent for a moment, for he did not think of a name for his impromptu cattering. Until he finally thought
"Fattah Catering means catering conqueror", answered Rama steady. Tucked away great expectations from that name. The young guard just nodded.
Right at 12:00 Rama finished delivering all catering orders PT. Jaya Abadi's. The sweat drips from the tip of the forehead to the chin. There is a sweat that pours out like that tap water. Tired, but his heart was very satisfied. Especially with the new offer that will be offered to him.
"Rama, come here for a moment", call Mr. Broto the director of PT Jaya Abadi.
Rama rushed to run towards Mr. Broto who was preparing to go to the mosque for prayer zuhur.
"Yes Sir"
"Next week my grandson will I, will you be willing to provide food for the event?" ask Mr. Broto.
Rama's face looks very happy to hear Mr. Broto's request. In his unceasing heart he gave thanks for all the sustenance that the Creator gave him.
"Available Sir," said Rama steady.
"Okay well, later we continue the conversation, let's pray", invited Mr. Broto.
Rama nodded and accompanied Mr. Broto's steps towards the mosque.
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Mala's patience in living her gloomy life is now coming to fruition, the tears of hope that she always shed to the Owner of the universe through a reasonable third of her night are now answered already.
The tingle of life, the cruel treatment of lovers he once was proud of, slowly drifted away from Mala's mind. Mala now smiles more, although he is troubled and tired sometimes he feels with this new job, but it does not feel because he does with a happy and grateful heart.
Two months have been running Fattah Catering income that they can also be quite sufficient for their daily lives. Now Mala and Rama have hired two employees who are none other than their neighbors as well.
I believe, You always hear the prayers of his servant. There is no prayer that is not in the temple but will be replaced with something better. No suffering is allowed to drag on, without any happiness afterwards. I'm sure of all your promises, thank you Lord.
mala muttered in her heart
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