Wanitaku Great Warrior

The sustenance awaits

It is true that the sustenance, the soul mate, and the death of God determine. But man must keep trying with all his heart, with all his soul and with all the strength we have. Unexpectedly when I got a work call via SMS from my old school phone, my heart was pounding with immeasurable excitement. Because from tomorrow I have to work for a better life.

drtts...

I saw my phone ringing with a call coming in, my friend Nita's name on it. I took it from the nightstand and lifted it.

"Yes Assalamualaikum nit.." I said.

"Waalaikum salam citra." sahut ya from across there.

"Nit, I'm working tomorrow, how do you" I asked full of curiosity.

"I'm also an image, tomorrow also start working" he added.

" Yes we are given sustenance to work in a place that sells brended goods" I said.

"Yes, we work hard together huh.."sahut Nita.

" Yes, we're excited for tomorrow now." I said.

" Yes, yes, you want to iron clothes for tomorrow" said Nita.

"Ok, I'm also assalamualaikum" I said

"Waalaikum salam" said Nita.

If I turn it off, I do not believe that God has given me a path of great sustenance, may Allah grant me a smooth sustenance for the blessings of my life. My place of work is not a food stall like that of Bu Asna, but selling brended goods only. Maybe only the moneyed can buy, if I can see and hold it already in my heart.

I remember with my best friend Lika where she is now.Why there was no news of her. I want to thank him very much, because the gifts from him are very useful to me. indeed all the gifts are used items all like shoes, bags, clothes and even black and white clothes I get from Lika. My prayer may one day meet again if you are a match, because he is a good person in my view.

today is my last day at Miss Rita's house. For almost 5 months I shared a roof with Ms. Rita. My frown started to wander wild thinking about my parents who thought of me as the son of a pesky carrier. Ah what is said justification before the father and mother is of no use to my mind.

My last dinner at Miss Rita's house, I wanted to cry because Miss Rita helped me in time when I was kicked out by my mother's father. Sometimes people care more about us than their own family. That's what strangers call near sodara. Tomorrow is my first day of work all the cost-paying business for the next month has paid off. I can only think of God is amazing not to stop providing sustenance and a way out.

"Take all the side dishes" said Bu Rita.

"Yes Ma'am.." I said as I leaned the fried chicken.

Ms. Rita deliberately masakin me a lot because tomorrow already go to the city to work. It feels heavy to leave Bu Rita who is at the age of twilight.Nearly 50 years old Bu Rita, husband Bu Rita has died of illness. And Ms. Rita once told me that she had a son but never came home after leaving for work in the city like I did.

But I dare not ask any further fearing that his heart would miss his son even more.

"Tomorrow to leave in the morning, son" said Ms. Rita's voice asking me while washing dishes.

"Yes Ma'am, take good care of yourself mother yes.later if there are others who want to rent a room is accepted, yes ma'am. Let's not be lonely" I explained.

"Anyone wants to rent an old-fashioned house gini cit" grumbled Bu Rita

"There must be a ma'am" I said.

after dinner I prepare to sleep to prepare my energy for tomorrow.I hope tomorrow there are no obstacles and my work becomes a blessing in my life.