The Ojek That's My Soul

New job, more exciting

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Move to the village first let adem.

A sweet girl with pasmina has just parked her ontel bike.

In a small musholla at the end of the already crowded village.

He slowly lowered the basket containing small boxes.

This is the third part, because the order is quite a lot.

He had to drive back and forth on his bike.

Today's sustenance, get an order for the event of the Prophet Muhammad's maulid.

Dozens of cardboard snacks he lowered slowly.

Assisted by young men, and the fathers of the marbot of musholla.

Not a single strand of complaint came out of his mouth.

Instead, a sweet smile is with a small basin on his right cheek.

Who always decorate that sweet and calm face.

He was very happy with his work this time.

Seen without burden, without interference, all secure in his own control.

Without orders, without protest from superiors.

Without interference in the way.

Of the shrewd and spiteful.

From the wild and naughty eyes.

Now, he's the boss.

He arranged everything according to his wishes.

If he is tired, he will relax.

Simple is not, simple.

Life does not need to be stylish, which is important all his needs and his family are fulfilled.

His siblings can continue school.

Such is the view and way of thinking of this simple girl.

Not complicated, not grandiose.

Therefore, his days felt light like the wings of a butterfly.

The most important thing is not to be grateful.

For all the favors we seek and then give.

No need to be envious.

Whether enough or not is enough depends on the heart.

Although his income is erratic and settled every month.

Because it all depends on a lot and a little order.

However, his heart was calm, calm and comfortable.

Working with family, at home, isn't it fun.

He no longer needs to hold longs and wait for a new payday to go home.

For now every day he is at home, in his palace.

Dad is even calmer now, having always seen his daughter at home.

Dad is getting healthier and fitter, although now the busyness is getting denser.

But , his job is not as heavy as last time.

Dad is now doing the profession according to his passion.

It is in the field of religious sciences and proselytizing.

Even though Dad is not a graduate of a religious science college.

He also never studied at the school.

However, the great grandfather who was indeed a big syech or kyai in his day.

Make a little father surrounded by knowledgeable people and scribes.

Dad never went, he just went there and came here chasing the experts of the book.

Follow them teaching around the village, around the village.

So that the science is slipping in and stuck in the brain and also his heart.

Although now I only believe in filling the study of mothers only.

But, Dad was happy because he could now share his knowledge.

To the women, wives, mothers.

It plays an important role in life and the home.

Because a mother is a madrosatul ulaa.

First school for his children.

"Saw,Fatimah!"

call a mother who is old enough, when the girl in bed was about to ride her bicycle.

"Oh my goodness, thank you so many yaks"

"So made ribet dah ah, mama-moms council,"

The mother approached him in a hurry while lifting the skirt under his robe so as not to be uniform.

Fatimah lowered her buttocks that had been stuck in the bike seat.

"Father, Bu_kan is already my job,"

"Hopefully, please ma'am,"

said politely Fatimah with a smile that can not be separated perched on her ripe lips.

"Alhamdulillah, we are satisfied for sure!"

"Morely on time gini,"

"Oh,iya_this is the rest of the payment,"

said the mother while handing over some red money.

"Lho, this excess, Bu,"

"There were only two hundred and fifty thousand, then,"

fatimah said while offering a surplus of money orders.

"Take a neng, make buying gasoline was back and forth just now,"

reject the mother while chuckling small.

"That's it, I'm not-there,"

"Since when the ontel use gasoline, I'm just capital nge'goes doang," Fatimah also laughed at the clumsiness of the Majlis Mother.

Bye, chibi has two chapters.

Although it can't be long.

Anyway don't stingy pitchers like gretong.

Alias geratis_tis_tis!