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First puber Sidiq

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That was the conversation Ponco and Steve had, they returned to Ponco and Steve's house while remembering where to keep the account book. and still can hope if not met then forced to take care of the bank where he saved the money first. To take care of his savings book and ATM, but the time is already afternoon and coincidentally Sunday night, then inevitably they have to delay until Monday. Steve actually wanted to see Yasin right then and there, but eventually changed his mind.It is better to wait until he gets back the small gift prepared.

Steve was so distraught to hear Yasin's condition, while Ponco also felt guilty for forgetting Steve's message at that time. The two men then took a break while thinking about how to help Yasin.

“What do you want to work Poncho ?” Ask Steve.

“Unthinkable to me at the moment, I just want to live a quiet life first.” Answer Poncho.

“Can't be so Poncho, you will also have to think about household. And have to support your wife's child later.” Poncho Speech.

“That's also what Zain talked about first, even I was told to learn to plant fruit seeds and sell. But Zain's garden hunt was ruined.” Answer Poncho.

“Sabar Ponco, how about you join my cooperation only in Jakarta ? I opened a small company in the field of industrial raw material providers. How about you join it, but the work is quite heavy.” Steve.

“ Coincidentally then, I am happy to be with you again.any job is okay, the important thing is there is income for life.” Answer Poncho.

“Kalo so, after our business helps Zain finish you just come with me to Jakarta later.” Steve. Apparently Steve has returned to Indonesia and has long pioneered business in Jakarta. As a supplier of industrial raw materials and has been quite developed.

“I'm ready Steve, hopefully everything will be smooth.” Answer Poncho.

“Easy Ponco, it turns out that working in the real sector is more convenient. Although it takes hard work and perseverance. And I really enjoyed all the process that I went through so far Poncho.” Steve.

“What are you doing now ?” Ask Steve about Poncho.

“Remeh my business Ponco, but the important thing is the results of sweat itself and not harming others. Only collect used items in the form of plastic bottles then in the press and deposited to the plastic seed processing company. Currently still very short of raw materials, my plan is to open a branch in another area.” Said Steve explaining the field of business that he is currently in.

Ponco was a bit surprised to hear, a Steve willing to work hard and arguably in the business that is seen as one eye for some people.

But that's the reality of life, not always the person above sometimes also have to be below. Following the turn of the Life Wheel. You can't just wait for fate, of course. Must be with effort and hard work and enjoy the process not just imagine the results.

That's how Steve and Ponco, Steve who have risen up and tried to live naturally in order to make a living. No longer hanging on to others as Bodyguard, let alone Bodyguard a mafia like Rahardian who is currently dead. When he first heard from Poncho Steve was shocked, but quickly able to control himself.

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Yasin POV's

“Fat, what do you want to cook today ?” Ask Yasin.

“Fatimah want to make vegetables from the back garden, but..?” fatimah said she was hesitant to tell her husband.

“But why ?” Ask Yasin.

“Pavailability of rice is only enough for children who want to pay later in the afternoon.” Reply Fatimah.

“Just like that, this afternoon we eat using cassava only. No need to use rice, let the rice for children later in the afternoon.” Answer Yasin casually. As a person who has lived a long time in pesantren facing such a thing is not surprised of course. But what Fatimah thinks is for the children of the day that there is no certainty.

“Make us not papa mas, but how besuk if the children who on salary no more rice.” Fatimah.

“Yasin was silent for a moment, looking a little confused also thinking about the children who every afternoon saw in his house. If not feed as was the previous habit. Because for Yasin and Fatimah, the conditions experienced by him should not be known. Because it is the same as selling pity to people if it must be known to others.Yasin twists the brain, in order to get out of the problems that squeeze it.

“Please, later I will try to take my rights that have not been given by the buyer of our seedlings first. I think there are still some people who have arrears.” Yasin.

In the heart of Fatimah doubted her husband's words, because the person who was forced had been billed several times but also never wanted to pay. Although Fatimah was not worried that Yasin would play violence again, after knowing exactly her husband had really left the world of violence.

“Ya, it is easy to have results, as long as there is no commotion mas.” Fatimah reminded her husband.

“Yes, I also don't want to make a storm anymore now, it's not the time.” Answer Yasin flat. Fatimah then begs to cook in the kitchen, Fatimah who knows her husband is hungry immediately cook the menu available in the garden behind her house.

While Yasin tried to open a notebook of accounts receivable people who used to take plant seeds on him.

“Actually, I can still start a seed business again if all my money is returned. But it seems impossible, it turns out there are people who are cynical. Deliberately disappeared and left the responsibility of paying for items already purchased.” Gerrutu Yasin in his heart.

While opening a notebook of receivables while guarding the stall, because in the cooking stay Fatimah. Yasin was surprised by the presence of someone he knew.

“Assalaamu ‘alaikum mr. Yasin..!” greet the guest who came to meet Yasin.

Yasin was shocked and silent for a moment, looking at the person he had known.

“Pak Yasin forgot with me ? How can not be contacted again the number ?” said the guy.

“Owg not really sir, just surprised if Pak Zul can get to my house ?” yasin replied, awakening from dumbstruck for a moment.

“do you sir Yasin now no longer sell fruit seedlings anymore?” ask the person who turned out to be Mr. Zulkifly subscription seedlings of Yasin fruit first.

“Iya sir, sorry don't tell you the same sir Zul.” Yasin replied briefly.

“Why sir, is there a problem ?” Ask Mr. Zul.

“Aah no sir, it's just that I've felt tired if too often out of the house in a long distance. So mending open a small shop like this, sir, especially now just alone with the wife. The kids have all been in the boarding school. Owh yes, would you like to talk here or at home sir ?” yasin asked Zul for his guest.

“At home if possible, but what about the stall pack ?” ask Mr. Zul.

“Gak papa, soon also want me to close almost in dhuhur time. Let's just go home, so we can chat comfortably.” Take Yasin to Mr. Zul.

And once in the living room Yasin immediately met Fatimah to make drinks for his guests.

“Bikin kan drink there are guests, pack Zul subscription we first.” Yasin.

“Owh it, what do you want it mas ?” ask Fatimah to Yasin.

“Ya don't know yet, haven't talked.” Answer Yasin.

Then Fatimah put the freshly peeled cassava, then washed her hands and made drinks for her guest Zulkifly sir.

Yasin immediately returned to the front to meet his guests. And Mr. Zul saw the atmosphere in the place where Yasin was a little surprised. “seems like he just experienced a problem that Yasin sir does not want to tell you this.” said Mr. Zul in heart.

Not had time to think further arrived Yasin came back.

“How are you Mr Zul, how is his business, smoothly just pack ?” ask Yasin.

“Alhamdulillah sir smoothly, Mr Yasin himself how to even stop his business ?” ask Mr. Zul.

“Manajng pack the story, so I'm temporarily off first. Maybe someday it will start again, later if it has started again I tell mr.” Yasin. Which was stopped because the arrival of Fatimah brought drinks for guests and her husband.

“Please drink sir, sorry just drinks. Wife just started cooking it because earlier gentian guard the stall.” Yasin said with a smile.

“Iya sir no papa, actually I am here want there is need about plants sir. Not to buy, but it has been a few years our grapes are less cared for. So the growth is wild, want to ask for help to be tidied up and some more please just remodel sir.” Said mr. Zul.

“Why should it be overhauled sir, if it can still be treated to be good and productive ?” Ask Yasin.

“Intinya we pinging anti new atmosphere sir, what sir Yasin can be ?” ask Mr. Zul.

In the heart of Yasin grateful, still given Job which means still given sustenance from the unexpected.

“Owh yes sir, can and if you can later if forced in the stem remodel I ask sir. Want at once start making new seeds again.” Yasin said honestly.

“Please sir, even coincidentally because if I stay at the place I do not even use later.” Said Mr. Zulkifly.

They were busy chatting together, until Fatimah came back to bring boiled cassava as a drinking friend.

“Owh yes ma'am, thank you this is even a healthy traditional food.” Answer mr. Zul.

Yasin also allowed Mr. Zul to enjoy the dish while eating boiled cassava from his wife. And a short story Yasin agreed to go to the house of Mr. Zul. And choose esuk pa sunday, in order to leave in the morning and expected to finish a day.

Mr. Zul immediately said goodbye to go home, and gave some money as a down payment to carry out the garden care project Mr. Zul.

After the departure of Mr. Zul, Yasin was happy to meet his wife Fatimah and handed over the money given by Mr. Zul. And say if tomorrow will go to the house of Mr. Zul to take care of the garden he used to plant.

“Well make the cost of the mas there tomorrow already take not yet ?” Ask Fatimah.

“Sit's left to buy gasoline, others use for kitchen purposes. Let's besuk children who saw there is food stock.” Yasin told Fatimah.

Fatimah was moved to receive money from Yasin, Fatimah had not held more than a hundred thousand for a long time. And that day for the down payment of garden care project Zul sir can Dp five hundred thousand. Yasin was also happy to see his wife smiling cheerfully.

“Hopefully this is a good starting sign mas, it is easy indeed the road of fortune we will reopen.” Fatimah.

“Aamiin, if so take some of the surrender to those in need. At least two and a half percent we just say to be more blessed.” replied Yasin.

“Owh yes mas, later Fatimah love to orphans only two and a half percent.” Fatimah answered happily. Yasin is proud of the nature of his wife, who despite the economic difficulties did not complain much and still want to share. “ really true wife Soleh” said Yasin in his heart.

The husband and wife then perform dhuhur prayer together and eat together with boiled cassava and vegetables made by Fatimah. Only then was Fatimah told to shop for kitchen needs, and did not forget also Fatimah also bought coffee for her husband. For a few days I did not drink coffee.

“Ni mas, I made coffee for a few days without coffee. Just ngeteh aja, usually coffee continues.” Fatimah seduced her husband.

“Yes we must be able to accept our reality, can not copy should not be forced also.” Yasin samba sipped his wife's coffee.

“There is less mas ?” ask Fatimah.

“No, I never use sugar.” Answer Yasin.

“Not that max...?” sahut Fatimah's.

“Continue what ?” Yasin asked confusedly.

Fatimah did not answer but handed her husband a pack of cigarettes.

“Nih, there is a windfall I bought a pack. But don't be wasteful first, make coffee cement only.” Fatimah.

Yasin just smiled happily to face the wife who was understanding, in fact, Yasin had wanted to buy cigarettes even though only a few sticks. But Fatimah responded and gave a whole pack. Such is the harmony of Yasin and Fatimah even though they are not young anymore even in trouble, does not reduce the affection of both of them.

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Sidiq Pov's

“I if I graduate Madrasah Aliyah, want to go to college too, Find a campus that can work, and good thing I say maamah Arum only. I can't bear to say the same Father and Mother Fatimah, they are currently really in financial trouble.” I said

“Luckily Sidiq can work part-time at Counter HP while Aliyah and njai school. So that it can ease the burden of your father. Although the results are also not large, but can finance Sidiq itself and help Jafar and Nisa.” a little Sidiq fixed the customer's phone while thinking about his two younger siblings.

“Assalaamu ‘aalikum mas Sidiq..!” greet a Customer.

“Wa’alaikummussalam,, eeh Riska, want to buy a quota or want to buy Accessories ?” Sapaku to a boy named Riska.

“Emmmmh... want to meet mas Sidiq only can not, if not buy what is ?” tempta Riska to me.

“Wah later there will be angry lo, if Riska chat with Sidiq.” Flat answer.

“Uhhuuk who is angry…?  Girlfriend mas Sidiq ?” ask Riska with a serious mimic.

“Well, I don't have a boyfriend, so no one gets angry.  Yes Riska's boyfriend who will sulk later.” I answered trying to lure Riska sweet girl son of a lurah.

“No, I don't have a boyfriend either. No one will be angry if we chat.” Answer Riska.

“Casak, pretty girl like you don't have a boyfriend don't love wind surge dong. Later if I become your crush how ?” I replied teasing Riska. Honestly, I really like this child, it is beautiful, kind and not arrogant anyway. But I am also self-conscious, as a child of ordinary people. While he is the son of a respected Lurah, so I can only hold the feeling in my heart. Not to mention I can not be close specifically to girls by my parents father also mamah Arum.

But honestly, the feeling in my heart can not be lied to if I really like Riska. Although just like and often chat when the same goes to school. Whether intentionally waiting or coincidentally. Every time I passed in front of his house Riska always fit to leave too. Although we have different classes but still one school and one class.

And Riska always called me by the name of mas, whereas to other friends just call names. I don't know if I am the geer or Riska also likes me.

What is clear is that we often talk together like this, both at school and outside school hours. Riska does often come to the counter where I work just to chat.

“Mas Sidiq could have.” Replied Riska Blushed in shame, her cheeks until they looked red withstanding shame.

“Why Riska, red cheek coke so ?” my God to Riska.

“Mas Sidiq, make it a shame just cook Riska said beautiful ?” answer Riska while bowing.

“Lah is indeed such a reality, if you do not believe just look at this mirror try to see your face in the mirror, beautiful right ?” back I tease Riska.

Riska only held a shy laugh, while throwing her face because her face was getting flushed.

“Do not fight ah mas Sidiq, shy to be heard people know.!” said Riska.

“Owh, he wants nothing to be horrified.  Then tomorrow I say it if fit no one else just yes.” My answer casually made Riska more misbehavior. And without me guessing Riska pinched my hand in annoyance unable to answer.

“Iiich basic guy likes to woo girls keep.” Riska.

“But you like right...?” I said with a smile. Making Riska even more sewot.

“Bodo,,, beware if caught by his boss scolded at work while chatting like that.!” risk threatened me.

“And you make me so chat, I'll just say only serve consumers.” My answer is Riska.

“Owh pinter ngeles yes means this Sidiq mas.!” said Riska.

“So well, only if near the pretty girl my mood so up and suddenly so cool talking.” My answer.

And back a Riska pinch landed on my hand wearing only a t-shirt. So that my arm gets a pinch straight from Riska's hand. And that was the first time Riska touched my skin directly. So I felt a strange vibration. Not pain from being pinched, but actually feeling the soft touch of a girl makes me so out of cold sweat.

“Kok shaking so, mas Sidiq again Pain yes ?” ask Riska.

“Not really, just sultry until this sweat.” My answer. This time I became nervous, after being touched by Riska's hand arrived I felt a strange thing that I did not understand. During the pesantren I even chat with santriwati never, but since part-time work want me to be so often chat with girls. Because it must serve buyers and people who services. And most of the customers are girls.

Honestly, my closeness with Riska also began when I became a counter employee. After returning to school I went straight to the counter and until six in the afternoon returned to the boarding school to teach. And tomorrow we have to go back to school. If it was Sunday I would have worked a full day at this counter.

We looked at each other for a long time, I don't know why I often imagined this girl's face.  And Riska also seemed cool and cheerful if it was close to me, aah maybe I was just the Geer, my mind.

“Riska, let's go home first buy credit really long anyway ?” greet someone who turns out to be Riska's mother.

“In search of your mother, it was a lie yes, pamitnya buy pulses. Caught up lying to parents..!” my God to Riska.

“Ssst don't say dong, Riska kangen chat with you mas Sidiq...!” riska replied as she stepped onto her motorcycle and went home.

I was thinking about Riska's last words earlier, ‘Kangen’ is this a signal or I'm the only one to geeran. Well why do I think about something like this, while my parents and my two sisters need my help. No Sidiq, you must be concerned with your purpose and mind, do not be tempted by creatures called women. But Riska is too sweet to ignore. I felt my inner upheaval as I stared at Riska and disappeared into the road.

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