MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
005 Chapter
Kayuhan and my spirit apparently could not catch up with how the young spirit of my two sisters to study at school.
About fifty meters away I arrived right in front of their school and still did not see Roni and Jaka shaking hands with their father's ontel bike.
I decided that later the allowance would be deposited with the school security guard to be given to Roni and Jaka.
It was better if the two of them were still there so I could give it to them directly.
Now I'm right in front of the closed school gate. I saw there were some students who had just come and entered their class, but I did not see Roni and Jaka.
“Pak, I deposit pocket money for Roni and Jaka can?” I said to the security guard.
“Wali class who if I could know?” ask the security guard back.
“Bu Murti, sir.”
“Then I will convey to Bu Murti.”
I smiled and thanked the security guard, I had deposited a ten thousand rupiah allowance for the two of them.
My tears were dripping down my cheek skin when I was in front of the school.
Sometimes I feel sad for not being able to give my sister as much pocket money as her other friends.
I can't imagine how they felt seeing their friends at will to buy the food they liked in the cafeteria.
In the past, Mom and Dad would occasionally buy what I wanted when I was done helping or getting a hundred in school.
This time I, in my heart, apologized to Jaka and Roni for not being able to do what Father and Mother used to do to me.
I also ended the sadness and immediately turned back down to go to the market.
I parked my ontel bike close to my point of sale with motorcycles belonging to traders and big businessmen.
It looks petite and funny when there is one ontel bike tucked there with the steering wheel that turns left as if feeling ashamed of the others.
All the merchandise I took and I left it first to Bu Suryo, the right fried seller is next to where I sell.
Bu Suryo himself has been selling here since he was a child to help his mother sell various traditional cakes and snacks.
He turned into a fried seller because he could not cook as well as his mother used to, and fried food was liked by the workers in this market.
“Buk, I trade nitip first huh?” I said to Bu Suryo.
“Iya, nduk.. Want to go to mushola first?” ask Bu Suryo who already knows my habits.
I nodded and smiled at him. Mushola which is on the west side of the market is quite close if taken through the middle of the market.
However, the consequence is having to be smart to jump here and there to avoid the dirty puddles that will either splash on my clothes or not.
Inevitably I had to force my calf muscles to jump and head straight for the mushola.
The small light blue Mushola looked lonely, there were only a few mothers and one man who was reciting.
I immediately headed to the ablution place, and took the very refreshing water of ablution and made my mind even clearer.
Praying fervently, I pray to God to hope for my provision this morning.
“Yes Allah, praise the universe only for You. Without water, there would be no ocean, without wood there would be no trees. As with me, there will be nothing without Your pleasure. Ridhailah worship me to trade, and ridhailah worship my two sisters to learn. You are the only place I beg. Aamiin.”
When I finished my prayer, I immediately returned and prepared to trade. I put a smile right on my face, hoping that the buyer would feel sincerity from the bottom of my heart.