Assalamu Alaikum Ukhti
The ukhti 21
The morning is now approaching, the sun greets the inhabitants of the earth with its warmth. Every creature that breathes begins to prepare to do its activities. Although there are those who have been active before the sun reigns.
As seen in a warehouse in a coastal village, some people were sorting out crops from a pond owned by a young master. They happily work from dawn starting from harvest, sorting and packing to be sent to various collectors in some areas.
The owner has been there since morning. The king often wakes up early if he has dealt with the shrimp pond. But the King's awakening this morning, not only will it keep an eye on the shrimp farm harvest, but there are other intentions that make him very excited.
The king sat in his great chair with a busy hand holding a ballpoint pen and inscribed names and numbers on a book lying before him.
One by one the men who were assigned to send the shrimp to various cities, reported who the names and destinations and how many shrimp will be sent.
"Eh, Mr Sapto still has a debt huh?" ask the king to one of the men who want to report.
"Yes, Gan. is less than three million," replied the man.
"Later don't forget to ask, the person is getting more and more debt," said the King as soon as he saw the inscription of one of the besiegers. Not only one collector who has debt, almost all of them have debt with different nominal but above the millions all.
And the task of the King is that he must rack his brain to find a way to keep his business running and finances smooth because a lot of money that should be able to make a profit is even held in the hands of some besiegers.
"This, Gan. The shrimp dish," said one of the other men while handing over a plastic bag containing tiger shrimp that King ordered.
"Well, Mang. put it on the table," and the man obeyed his orders.
The king resumed his activities that had stopped for a moment. Her lips are smiling. Soon one of his plans will be carried out.
At the same time, but in a different place. A girl in a slightly loose outfit was pitted against seasonings and some groceries in a kitchen. Unlike usual, women who where never remove the hijab now look his head without the head covering cloth he used to wear. The woman is indeed if in the house rarely wear her hijab unless in the house there are guests who visit or there are other families who stay overnight.
Since Sania returned home, automatically the work of the elderly mother became lighter. The mother only holds a certain job and she can also go to her shop early with her husband.
"A little while, Bah. But the vegetables are ripe. Here again fry the bakwan," replied Sania a little screamed as well. His hands were busy pouring the batter slowly and gradually. After that, bakwan who was ripe, he put the plate and brought it to the dining table for the side dish.
"Your motor is back yet, San?" umi asked as soon as she exited the room and headed towards the dining table as well.
"Not yet, ma'am, I'll take it in the afternoon" Sania replied as she returned to the kitchen.
"Aren't you asking for antherin?" ask Umi again.
"Don't, males meet the King," Sania replied a little sniffly.
"Well, you can say thank you" said Abah who began to enjoy the food he had taken on the plate.
"It's easy, Bah." Sania answered lazily. The Abah just put on a smile.
When the three residents of the house were chatting while enjoying the morning meal, riba arrived they were shocked by the sound of the doorbell ringing.
"San, there's that guest, please open the door." Umi. She told Sania because she herself was also having breakfast.
Without answering, Sania moved to the room first to pick up a head covering that practically went straight in and immediately headed for the living room door.
Sania's eyes were rounded as the door opened and a figure of a man stood before her with a smile that looked very annoying.
"Assalamu'alakum Dedek Sansan."
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