
To avoid traffic jam Kasdun deliberately passed through the rat road. The sound of the Adhan flowed melodious invite his worshipers to perform asar prayers that afternoon. From the street rat that Kasdun incandescent turned out to be able to pass through the back door of the Al-Amin highway mosque. Kasdun turned his motorbike and stopped it right in the parking lot of the mosque.
Kasdun stepped gontai towards the place of the male special wudu. He washed his face with water until his matted face turned fresh again. He just wants to complain to the khalik in every prostration. For He alone is able to help him, is God not the helper of every servant in need? Allah is very near to his servant who needs help.
After the Kasdun prayer did not go straight away, he sat in the porch of the mosque while enjoying the breeze of the afternoon breeze. Collapse is already a sense of tiredness of heart and physical by the true pleasure that God created. At this time he felt a heavy drowsiness attacking his eyes so that over time the eyes dimmed and finally could not be opened again for a while.
A handsome man accidentally saw Kasdun who was fast asleep. Fatigue is clearly visible from his mouth that is open during sleep but it does not reduce the good looks of a Kasdun.
The man smiled then sat down next to Kasdun. And tried to wake him up, even though he didn't.
"Casdoon....Kasdun! The man shakes his shoulders.
"Emmm...." A little but sleep again. He just changed his sleeping position. The man breathed.
"These...Kasdun woke up late in the afternoon..." Kasdun squinted his eyes, he immediately grew so aware of the person who woke him up. He hissed while massaging his temple, Waking up suddenly made his head become a little dizzy.
"Mr..." Kasdun grabbed the man's hand and kissed him.
"Sorry you woke you up on purpose? We meet." The man smiled.
"Sorry sir, excuse me for washing your face first so it's fresh." The man nodded. Dashingly Kasdun walked away leaving her and letting her wait.
Not 10 minutes has Kasdun returned. He sat next to the man.
"Sir Al from where? it just so happened to meet here." Kasdun asked the man who had awakened his instant sleep.
"I have a workshop in the building near this mosque. Coincidentally on a break . Bada magrib started again. Why are you here yourself?" Kelakar Alhan was a PAI teacher when Kasdun was in high school.
"Yes pray at the main mosque."
"Yes, I certainly pray in the mosque. I saw you sleep well, look soy sauce, where the hell is it from?" Ask Alhan kepo. Kasdun sighed.
"I'm fighting, sir. Struggling to get true love."
"Wedeeh turns out the father is in love apparently? Who's the lucky girl to get your love?" Alhan was also happy to hear that his protege was fighting for his true love.
"Lucky?" Kasdun laughs in a lyrical manner. He shook his head.
How not? Tiara who he had hoped for love, Tiara who he had fought with his blind motorbike once met directly hit him without any pity. Tiara never wanted to see the sacrifices Kasdun had made all this time.
"It's not exactly luck that's on my side, sir.'" Kasdun is sad.
"He rejected my love, sir. Just because I'm an angkot driver, he could have preferred a PNS with a hefty salary." He could not hide his sadness. Alhan only nodded hearing Kasdun tell a story.
"So, don't poor people like me deserve to be happy?" Alhan turned his head, as Kasdun looked straight ahead with a deep look of disappointment.
"Who said it?" Alhan understood Kasdun's current position. Because he had experienced it before. Ever been hit because it is less established.
Alhan smiled. Then he patted Kasdun's shoulder repeatedly.
"You're rich Dun. Only the blind and the foolish reject love from you"
Kasdun smiled blandly. He swallowed his saliva.
"He's my first love sir. And he rejected me. He prefers the man over me who is not as well-established and not as cool as the man."
"Don't be discouraged that woman isn't the only one in the world.Sometimes you'll find a very special person in your heart. Who accepts you for who you are is nothing." Alhan smiled considering her stupidity of wanting to maintain a relationship with Nurmala. For a long time they were silent with their own thoughts.
"Dun have you eaten?"
"The...." Just now Kasdun was about to answer already, his stomach was beeping. Alhan laughed crisply.
"It is not necessary to refuse. Get the deal!" Alhan said he knew what Kasdun had in mind. Alhan embraced her protege. They went into the field restaurant, and ordered the food they would eat this afternoon.
Alhan ordered grilled fish saleem, cassava leaves and sambal. While for Kasdun, Alhan ordered grilled chicken, jackfruit vegetables, sambal. As soon as the food was on the table, they ate without a sound. Next to their plates was a warm tea ready to water their throats.
"Dun actually wants to offer you a job. This job requires honest and kind people like you.
"Where do you know I'm being honest?"
"It doesn't matter where I know. Most importantly for me, you want to not work with me?"
"Work anywhere and with anyone, God willing I am ready, sir! Especially with dad. It's a great pride for me to work for my father"
"Thank God, thank God then. Next week you will come to the clinic to see your father. Later you will explain the work that you will do as well as you can start working next week."
"Why not tomorrow, sir?"
"Tomorrow can't. From here I went to Yogyakarta. About five days there. Workshop business too. "
"Busy too, sir? All right sir, next week I'll be coming to the clinic. Hopefully this is the beginning of my awakening to a glorious future." He said steadily, smiling.
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Tiara this morning prepared to go home with aunt Rima.
Today is the beginning of all work activities. So that the highway looks solid creeping. No one drove them to their destination. So they must be willing to cram in a bus.
Actually if the tantenya want, Tiara prefers to order a taxi online rather than having to cram in a bus car. Just because you want to remember the sweet past and certainly take the bus has its own meaning for the tantenya.
"Neara you know on the bus love aunty bersemi. Om mu proposed to aunty on the bus so that many passengers pray for goodwill om you to marry aunty. It can't be forgotten." Unasked aunt Rima told her past with a sparkling face. Tiara is just a good listener.