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Leftover rice

I stared at the prayer rug of the furqon. Real beautiful. Will this be a parting gift for me?

Kruuuuk, kruuuuk, kruuuyuuukkk. I got up and headed straight for the kitchen. I opened the serving hood on the simple dining table in our house.

There's nothing there.

“I cook first if so” mutteredku. I looked into the rice place, there was only a little left. Maybe just one meal. We are difficult people. Sometimes we even have to borrow from the shop.

“Nek, the rice in our house is up”

“Hmmmm, iyya son. You go to Bu Mina's shop first, borrow 1 kilo if grandma there is sustenance tomorrow grandma pay off”

“Siaap nek” said me like a soldier who pays respect to his superiors.

Shortly after, I arrived at Bu Mina's shop..

“ bu mina, I was told by grandma to borrow some rice. Can?”

“ want to borrow again? Continue the debt that was fifty thousand yesterday when it was paid?” Mina looked at me unfriendly.

“ said grandma tomorrow if there is new sustenance paid off bu”

“ if there is!!! If there isn't? For a long time I can go out of business if this is”

“Sorry mom. But we will pay it off as soon as possible”

“ sorry Zahra. I can't” she said as she left me not knowing what to do.

“ bu mina. Please give to zahra only rice 20 kg bu, I pay”

I looked at the source of the voice. It turns out Om Herman, Furqon's father.

“ no need sir, I don't want to trouble mr”

“Interrupt how? You and your grandmother I have considered as family, thank yah.” Says mr. herman

“ thank you very much sir. May bapk's sustenance add more!!”

“Loh, where's the rice from zahra? Didn't grandma just ask for a kilo?” Grandma asked in astonishment.

“ zahra met with herman nek sir, he bought this. I could refuse, but he wants to handle this. Yes I took it. And grandma's debts are all paid off” I replied at length.

“ thank God, son, I'm really grateful. In this world there are still good people like him, who pay attention to the fate of people like us”

“ ya already, I cook first, already laper!! My stomach alarm has gone off many times” I said with a big smile.

I was back in the kitchen with cooking activities. When it comes to cooking, I'm the champion. I was used to this activity. Although the cuisine is simple but quite appetizing.

“Hmm, how fragrant is your cooking, son. Cook what the hell”

“ there are stir-fried kale, fried dried fish, and sambel.”

“Waaah, looks good”

“Come we eat.”

We ate the food at the table without remaining. After that I rushed to clean the dining table and wash the dishes.

“ zahra, grandma heard from earlier hpmu rang in room”

“ ah iyya nek, soon finished” I said while hurriedly finishing my dish.

I went into my room to see my phone. Coincidentally there was an incoming call.

(Sorry about ZAHRA?)

(my own) I answered.

(i am from Angkasa Wijaya university. We just want to say tomorrow morning you are asked to go to campus to conduct a student duty interview at 08.00 am)

( oh, yes, ma'am. I will be there tomorrow morning) I replied and the phone line was cut off. . There's a sense of harrumphing in the chest. I hope I get that scholarship.