MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
007 Chapter

“Alhamdulillah Ya Allah.” I said in my heart.

My trading today sold out even though I had to go home later than the other traders.

Bu Suryo's plot is also clean. I immediately cleaned up all my trading equipment.

I took the bicycle that was currently parked alone, and remained faithfully waiting for me.

There is nothing more comforting to a trader than to see his trades sold out.

Shortly after I finished I put all my wares on my ontel bike. Someone asked me from behind.

“Away home, mbak?” ask the guy.

“Already, mom.” I replied while turning my head.

I never thought that the one currently in front of me was Dena. My classmate from High School.

It's been a long time since high school I've never seen her again. It was our different lives that led to that.

Currently, Dena is continuing her studies in the capital. He pursued his dream of becoming a fashion designer. The dream that remained the same when he was still sitting with me.

“Yes Allah, Dena. Haven't seen ya in a long time.”

“How are you, Put?” asked Dena with a sweet smile.

“Alhamdulillah, my trading runs out today.” I said by returning his smile.

“Joko, Raka healthy?” ask Dena again.

“You still want me huh?”

“Still dong.” said.

Dena has been to my house. At that time, I invited him when there was a thanksgiving for his Jaka aqiqa.

He also knew my family well, as well as I was invited to play at his house.

“How are you doing?”

“Alhamdulillah, my lecture is also smooth. I went to your house and there was still no one. Then I asked the neighbors, he said you sell in this market.” replied Dena.

“Iya, I sell rice now.”

“Then, Daddy's with Mom?

Questions that make me sad, but can not be denied that Dena has not known the accident that befell my Dad and Mother. I never told Dena about this disaster.

It's not that I don't want to tell a story, but I know that Dena is very easily touched by her heart.

I was more afraid that when he heard my story, he would go and be willing to ditch his studies just to meet me.

Not wanting me to make her mind burdened and her college in trouble, I decided to tell her if we were meeting.

And now, Dena was in front of me.

“Dad, Mother insyaAllah well.” I replied.

“InsyaAllah?” tanyanya.

“You came by home? We haven't talked in a long time, have we?”

Dena agreed, but she had to go somewhere first after that will just go to my house.

“Alright, I'll wait at home. Later I will make your favorite black tea.” I say happy to see my best friend will visit.

After the conversation that afternoon, Dena left me. I continued to tidy up my wares on an ontel bike.

I think everything is neat and balanced.

“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim.” I said in my heart.

Strong ontel bikes pass through the village road that is still grounded. On the way, I saw the father and mother farmers who had also started packing to return to their homes.

The bamboo trees on the left and right of the road made the sunlight that touched my skin feel cold.

They swayed the wind gusts given by the expanse of rice fields. There is no fun trip for everyone other than a trip home.

The old pebble suddenly made my bike unstable. I fell down along with the rice and some of my side dish containers.

“Yes Allah, there is indeed a way for you to test your servant.” my inner heart with a smile.

Exams can come at any time, but I still have to do it. My emotions must not be bad because at home I must keep smiling in front of my two sisters.

Moreover, after this Dena will also approach my comfortable home.

I immediately got up and put all the things that fell down as before. Fortunately, the only injuries were my elbows and knees.

My ontel bike can still accept minor accidents just now and does not bear serious obstacles.

I continued my journey back down the small river that accompanied me several times on the journey with the soothing gurgles of water.

Arriving at home, I was greeted by Jaka.

“Mbak, how did the new tumben come home?” ask Jaka who is sweeping the courtyard.

“Yes, today just finished a little afternoon. Also earlier Mbak chat first with his friend Mbak.”

“Whose menu, Ma'am?” tanyanya.

“You must know. Deketnya Mbak.” answered me upload curious Jaka.

“Oh, Mbak Dena huh?”

“Iya, Mbak Dena will come here.”

Jaka was seen sumringah hearing Dena's name. How not, when Jaka aqiqah event, Dena gave a gift for him. A toy and some food that is not sold in our village.

“Mbak enter first yes, want to get ready first.” said me.

Jaka gave his thumbs up and continued his task of sweeping the page.

Meanwhile, I saw Roni who was in the new kitchen cooking rice. As I recall, Roni never asked about the amount of water and how to cook rice.

But this time, I tried to just shut up and let him continue on.

For me, for my two sisters they occasionally had to try new things without anyone bothering them.

They will get a lesson if it doesn't live up to their expectations and will want to try something more if it works.