MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
Chaptre 010

“Alhamdulillah O Allah, all your sustenance comes without any one knowing it.” my inner self in heart.

I walked into my beloved room and laid myself down on the bed, one of the things I trusted most to relieve my fatigue.

Silence for a moment while listening to the sound of a strong wind tonight makes me even more grateful for what I have right now.

My two sisters are so understanding, and always try to be mature at all times, my sale which today sold out is a gift given by God.

Moreover, God sent my friend, Dena. Coming to see me and sharing the grievances I felt was enough to make me feel relieved.

I exhaled a long breath along with the breeze that touched my skin through the cracks of the wall.

For a moment I realized that I had not had time to calculate my income from the results I was trading today.

The wallet that was on top of my simple dresser was just lying there. I took out everything in it.

Understandably, my wallet is only one. The wallet is only used when shopping in the market or when trading.

Whereas, money for daily necessities I usually put it in my closet along with a pile of my already neat and ready-to-wear clothes.

Each sheet of money I count slowly and carefully. It took quite a long time indeed, because in my room still use a yellow light bulb whose light was not too bright.

“450.000 rupiah, thank God.” I embraced the money and thanked Allah.

Today, I get a turnover of four hundred and fifty thousand rupiahs. After I finished counting it, my pen and notebook in my dresser drawer I took.

All the details to play back for me trading tomorrow I have written down neatly. 

Once, I once traded in the market. My mother left almost the same as me selling everyday. But the difference is, Mother often comes home at noon.

Mother nature is very friendly to everyone makes Mother known by people throughout the market. 

On the other hand, indeed Mother has a talent for cooking since childhood. Many of my customers praised the delicious food.

In one day alone, the mother had grossed a net profit of over 200,000. That's because a lot of customers who deliberately do not take change when buying food at the Mother's stand.

Meanwhile, since the departure of the mother quite a lot of people who decided to move to other stalls. 

I don't know what the real reason behind them behaving like that is, but Ms. Suryo once told me that something like this is perfectly natural.

Many people are too afraid to try the new “koki” cuisine. They are too afraid of the taste that is beyond their expectations when they have paid for the food they buy.

Bu Suryo also once gave me advice, if as a trade should not hang his name on the previous owner.

Like me, I cannot hang my name and trade on my mother's name. Because right now, everything is under my control.

I remembered Mom for a moment. Mother calls me often enough, Jaka and Roni at night.

With a warm hug and a sweet smile, Mother gave us three pocket money from her merchandise at that time.

Right now, I still can't match Mom. The division of profits for daily needs is sometimes still there that I cannot share fairly. How could I think of something else.