Asiyah End Times
That Money is a Bribe

Perhaps Mr. Bardun was a little aware of Asiyah's subtle refusal to respond to anything he expressed that night. Ahh no, it is not possible to realize, but Mr. Bardun is fully aware of the response of a woman's rejection that is being done by Asiyah like this.

The next day Mr. Bardun came to Mr. Tomi's office again. This time what? What else is he gonna do?

It turned out that this afternoon, after lunch, Mr. Bardun distributed money to the entire staff, Asiyah and Maya were also able to. Woowws.. Maa shaa Allah. Like a tyrant who is full of treasure and has a wealth of money. He loyally spread the paper by paper he took out from inside the black crackle bag. So fragrant is that radiant paper.

Target not yet visible. Who else is it if not Asiyah. He looked everywhere for Asiyah, in his room there was nothing. He was asked by the male staff who met him.

“Someone who saw the angel didn't?”

“What do you mean Sir? Angel?”

“Asiyah I mean.”

“Ohh no sir, probably in his room."

The male staff understood very well what Mr. Bardun meant. Who is the angel that is meant by him.

In this office Asiyah is famous for being beautiful, sholeha and comes from a good family. One office also already knows about the life of Asiyah and her family who are now falling and falling after previously living in luxury and a pool of property. Even one office admired Asiyah secretly.

About her, Asiyah herself told her life story to her office friend. Because it is in this office all being open about their family background. Nothing is covered up as limited as the natural things told.

Just in case the tradition is done, do not let later there are staff who have bad intentions infiltrate the office under the guise of being an employee just to destroy the company. Project competitor Pak Tomi for example. If there is, it will be easier to process it legally because it already knows its background and movement from the background.

Still excited by the footsteps and pocket of crackle with money in his hand, Mr. Bardun again looking for Asiyah in his room. Where does Asiyah know it's back.

Sure enough, Asiyah was already in that room. There is a sense of relief in Mr. Bardun's blood flow. The smile was instantaneous after a few minutes of feeling tired that had not been realized experienced.

As it turns out, Asiyah and Maya finished the dzuhur prayer in Mushola.

Mr. Bardun just went straight into Asiyah's room. Approaching them. Stand in front of their desk alternately. Give Asiyah and Maya money. Count it down and put it in front of them. Each one gets five hundred thousand rupiah. Not bad for the cost of riding an ojek for Asiyah.

Next month In shaa Allah Asiyah can already buy his own motorbike for his vehicle back and forth everywhere. The savings are enough to buy a used motorbike.

If to buy a new house for Umi, Asiyah has not been able to. Most later after buying the motor Asiyah will collect money as a down payment to buy a small housing that berakad syari’ah. Credits. If you buy cash Asiyah want to get money from where? It was impossible to feel with such a small salary, not to mention the other costs.

While the contract of this board has been very torturing his family, especially Ali and Aisyah. Poor Aisyah bitten by mosquitoes continues, even though it has been installed electric mosquito repellent in the room still does not work. The mosquito is there again. Because the contract is now the wall of the board has been perforated.

Umi also wants to add in for his face money, so that the monthly installments can later be small. The hundred million money loaned by Mr. Subroto at that time was still a little, in Shaa Allah enough for later transfer.

“Today I love You this way first yes, tomorrow if You are already My wife, I will love You much more than this," Mr. Bardun told Asiyah.

Mr. Bardun suddenly walked to the side next to Asiyah, He wanted to try to hold Asiyah's hand. Feeling that he had mastered himself only with the money of five hundred thousand that he had given.

How insolent this Bardun is, Asiyah thought. Begins to dare to try to make physical contact with him, in front of Maya as well. So this is what this money means? Is this as generous as his pride in the old man's mind? This not only harassed her name, but also humiliated her in the presence of others.

“Sorry sir, I don't like being treated like this! Even though I am poor, I still have my pride! Please take back your money.!” asiyah said firmly. But stick with polite words and a controlled attitude.

This time Asiyah really showed her anger. The five hundred thousand money was thrown in front of Mr. Bardun. The money that Mr. Bardun had put on his desk, now he threw again at the table. Eagerly wanting the heart of Asiyah to throw the money into the face of the man standing next to her at this moment.

Asiyah was actually not only annoyed by the thing that happened just now, but also by Mr. Bardun's past attitude to her.

The tears of Asiyah. No longer care. It was already unbearable the emotions within his soul.

There was Maya as her eyewitness. Asiyah wanted to immediately end Mr. Bardun's disrespectful treatment of her.

Asiyah left Mr. Bardun. Followed Maya.

Bardun.

He had already very wrongly judged Asiyah.

Asiyah was not that easy to be fished using her wealth.

Asiyah was not a treasure-crazy woman. Nor does the woman make treasure her Lord. Not a treasure, no.

Asiyah works only to meet her needs. That'sallthatis. As an effort to open the path of his sustenance, which must be the sustenance of Allah, of course.

Not so getting the five hundred thousand money is okay for Asiyah. His provision is in the hands of God, not in the hands of Badrun the impolite om-om.

Maya is silent. Maya doesn't want to bother. The important thing is he also got the money, enough to fill his motor gasoline. This part is Pak Bardun's problem with Asiyah not with him.

Since the incident that afternoon, Mr. Bardun never again contacted Asiyah by phone.

Mr. Bardun no longer dared to approach Asiyah in the office just for pleasantries with his seduction. Afraid that Asiyah was angry again. Look forward to being embarrassed of yourself.

Every time he passed by in the office, Asiyah and Pak Bardun did not reply. Like people who have never known each other. Only occasionally do they talk briefly about office work.

Asiyah was grateful for all this. Relieved to escape from one test of treasure temptation from flirtatious men who are targeting women.

If it is easy to escape from the brash man, why not just show Asiyah anger at Mr. Bardun.

But yes, this is the way from God. Maybe Asiyah should learn to practice her patience again with this incident.