The Ojek That's My Soul

A happy ending (the wisdom behind the test)

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A year later.

A simple two-story house, built on 200m² of land. Leave a little yard that grows shrubs and flowers. Also, there is a garage the size of one car. Only the Avanza class is what this family now has. It is not impossible to buy more expensive and prestigious ones like Pajero or BMW.

However, they still need a vehicle that can carry travel, not a prestigious vehicle to be exhibited. When someone has sincerely released everything he has, property, objects, throne, which has long been in his grasp.

They will no longer, distort the views of others. After all, we live for our comfort, not to please those who never see us as perfect.

Therefore, when we have decided to emigrate from everything, emigrate from life outside the rules, emigrate from maksiat and sin. Mean business. Allah will replace all that you have left behind (the past).

Because sustenance is not limited to what you have, not limited to what you can afford. The essence of sustenance, is something that you can feel and enjoy.

On the side of the highway, precisely around the city of bogor. A couple who are no longer young. They used to spend their time doing friday acts.

A charity or almsgiving, by distributing ready-to-eat food, or basic ingredients. Their main targets are roadside traders, scavengers, buskers and online taxi drivers.

Like this afternoon, their views focused on a group of teenagers, who went around dancing, carrying the attributes of a typical Betawi musical instrument, as well as ondel-ondel arakan. Some get a part of beating the gong instrument, pushing a tape recorder that issued betawi songs. There are those who carry buckets and then go around, to the stalls or people passing by. The heaviest task, is the one carrying the giant doll"Ondel-ondel" then dancing in circles.

The view that takes conscience, where their age should be in school, studying and learning, not just looking for money by walking many miles even barefoot.

Shabby clothes, sweat mixed with the hot dust of the streets. Reddish-brown hair, some are so because of sunburn, some are deliberately colored.

The couple gave the group of teenagers, some ready-to-eat food, and money, so they could go home soon.

Because of the conversation they had. Usually, this group will go home after this.

Not to mention finished their discussion about the ondel-ondel child. Now passing in front of their car, the silver men.

The person driving around carried a bucket, with the entire body painted by metallic gray. In fact, some of them are still children. There was also a young mother who was pregnant. They split from one store to another. How sad.

Mirna shed her tears.

How many disadvantaged people around him, why he used to easily waste his money just for the sake of socialites, just for the sake of temporary existence.

Meanwhile, for them, looking for money is so difficult that health and safety of life is ignored just for the sake of rupiah. If they could choose, they would not want a life like this, a life without clarity every day, scavenging for mercy and a speck of compassion in the hearts of the excesses of men.

Mirna looked long while chatting, with that pregnant silver-man.

He asked if she had a husband?

Which is then only in the back of a burdened head and face.

Then, Mirna asked for the young woman's mobile number. He promised to bear the cost until giving birth later, until from today, the woman did not go around again like this.

Mirna stared long at the thin-bodied young lady. Expect chemicals in the paint on his body, does not bring a bad influence on the fetus in the womb.

A graceful woman with long, khimar clothes covering her head. Walking, approaching the husband, who is now looking at him meaningfully.

After arriving and sitting in the front seat seat, Mirna turned her head towards the man who was in front of the wheel. He seemed to think, until Adiguna cut his daydream with a touch on the shoulder.

"What's up, Ma? What the hell are you thinking?

ask Adiguna wonder.

" Eum, no, Pa. It's just, I was thinking, what is the decision of us who want to study in the pesantren in time? while the birth of our twin grandchildren is less than three months away" Mirna said.

"Papa thinks it's the right time, Ma. We can go home later, when the twins are born. Good intentions should be in motion. That's what our son-in-law always says, isn't it?" adiguna explained with her warm smile.

Now, that face was no longer gloomy. The face was no longer cold and stiff. There was no more arrogance that scared him. The person warmed up along with his softened heart.

Moving on to the story of Besan in D.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" said these handsome teenage twins simultaneously. They immediately take off their shoes, put them on a shelf and then enter the house.

Khadijah, seen scattered from the kitchen with his next hand still wearing plastic gloves and apron on his body.

"I'm sorry, Ummi again made a cake in the kitchen, so can not welcome the handsome heroes," said Umma, while removing the plastic wrapped in his palm.

"Emang, we are returning home from jihad, using it in all, eh welcome?" fadlan then took the hand of the woman who had given birth to him. Then followed by his brother one ari-ari.

"But, I want dong in the sambit," said Farhan meaningfully. Khadija squinted his eyes.

"Sambit pake donut yam, artificial...Khadijah ummi!" farhan's claws made the three of them laugh.

"Yes already, if so just wash your hands continue to help, make the dough. You guys slam the dough yeah. Later ummi stay mellehin chocolate first," Ummi's decree on both.

Now, the twins are already X SMU class. They just came home from school then eskul basketball in further play hadroh. Because of their busyness, Khadijah had to do his own order. Therefore, he could not accept cake orders or catering a lot.

They are identical twins. The second son of Ummi Khadijah couple and Abdul Rojak's father, has differences only from the hairstyle and voice alone. Farhan who has a hoarse voice likes to sing gambus, nasyid and sholawat songs. While Fadlan is more interested in musical instruments such as the darbuka hadrah.

Next.....