Back to Your Heaven
Zikri's a patient brother
"Allahu Akbar - Allahu Akbar....." There was an adhan dawn.
Isma's brother rushed up and took ablution water.
He's his alphabet title...
"Usholli Fardo Subhi rakataini mustakbilal Ka'bah there is a divine taala... Allahu Akbar."
One by one the Zikri prayer movement did.
Early in the morning Zikri had prepared all the requirements to apply for work.
He put it all in the map.
"Everything's done, we're leaving." Zikri.
Zikri was a kind and patient brother. His life is also very simple.
"Kilip..grengg..." Zikri heats up his old motor.
"I'm leaving first. Doain hopefully there's sustenance." Zikri said to his wife.
"Yes.... Aamiin's."
"Lifted yes... Assalamualaikum..."
"Goddessam...."
Before applying for a job, Zikri stopped by Isma's house first. Isma's house happened to be passed by Zikri.
"is... Brother is leaving now."
"Oh yes.... Isma doain hopefully there is a sustenance brother there ya."
"Yes Aamiin Is..."
"Your husband has left for work...??" Ask Zikri
"Sister, just left."
"Yes, my sister left first.... Assalamualaikum..."
"Yes... Waalikalight... Sis..!"
Zikri revived his motorbike, then he left.
Arriving at the office, he meets Santi.
"Hey... Isma's daughter isa...?"
"Yes.... This is Zikri's sister...?"
"Yes...."
"Where-how brother..... Did you enter the proposal...??"
"Udah San. just wait how it will be accepted or not." Answer Zikri.
"God willing, brother... You again need a marketing part."
"Yes Aamiin San..."
"Sister is okay if the marketing part works...??"
"It's nothing San... Try it first. Not really....???"
"Yes right.... Santi is sure you can be accepted here."
"Aami... I went home first San.."
"Yes.... Sis...!" Answer Santi.
Tomorrow the sound of Zikri's cell phone rings.
"Assynolt...."
"Vayallikumsal.... With Zikri's brother...?"
"Rubber Sir..."
"Tomorrow at the office... Make an interview."
"Oh. well sir..."
The next morning Zikri went to the office, he was going to do an interview.
Early in the morning he went to the office.
"Good morning...."
"Good morning, I want an interview."
"Oh yes, please wait a moment sir..."
"Brother Zikri... Let's get in..!"
"Yes... Sir...!"
There Zikri did an interview.
"Good... I think you're pretty good... Starting tomorrow, it will work..."
"Oh yes Sir.... Thank you very much Mr."
"Yes together.."
"I stopped by Isma first..." Zikri.
He soon went to his sister's house.
"Assalamualaikum Is...."
"Vayalli..... Brother just came home from the interview...??"
"Yes Is...!"
"Keep...... How did it go, brother?"
"Alhamdulillah... Brother accepted Is... Tomorrow it starts working."
"Alhamdulillah if so, hopefully brother at home there yes...!"
"Aamiin... Where is Aisyah?"
"Aisha was playing with her schoolmates."
"Yes, that's why my sister came home first... You'll be back again."
"Yes already... Be careful, brother....!"
"Yes..."
Then Zikri revived his old half-motor.
He soon came home to his wife.
"Sir Zikri accepted Is..?" Ask Fikri.
"Alhamdulillah.... Brother Zikri accepted... Hopefully he will feel at home in his new workplace."
"Yes Aamiin..."
"I love the pity look brother Zikri, he's really hard work. Whatever his job, he always took. His life is also very simple... It's even simple."
"We pray... Hopefully Zikri's brother is always healthy and given ease." Fikri.
"Aamiin...."
The next day Zikri prepared to go to work. Her clothes are neat.
The weather is still morning. The new sun is shining...
"Just get up first..." Zikri said to his wife.
"Yes... Be careful..."
"Assynolt...."
"Goddessam..."
Zikri went to his workplace.
The first day he went to work in a new place.
He works in the field. He's here and there on his bike.
The sun is starting to get over your head....
Her throat feels dry.
It was a struggle to support the wife's child.
"Geez, it's 12. I still can't get out of one thing."
No items sold... There is no work bonus.
"I'm looking for a mosque first...."
He turned the motor back on.
Until it is on one page of the mosque
He went to ablution
There Zikri began to wash his hands.... Face to his feet.
"God, life is not easy. To be successful is hard." Zikri said in his heart.
After the prayer Zikri revived his motorbike. He went around offering products from his company.
Time continues, now it shows four in the afternoon. He went back to his office.
"Where's the sales report..?" ask one of his superiors.
"Sorry sir, today I have not released the product."
"Within a week you should be able to pursue sales targets, otherwise... I'm sorry you can't stay here." Firmly superior.
"We're here to go after the target.... There's a weekly target... Months.... Even the year." Connect the boss again.
"Yes.. Sir. Then excuse me first."
Zikri was preparing to go home.
***
Upon arrival at home, Zikri immediately spread his body.
"Huff..... Tired of working like a gini..."
"Drink first, sir...." Said wife.
His wife broadcasted water and food.
"Where's the job, sir...?"
"Today hasn't been the result.... Don't know in the future. May God make it easy."
"Aamiin...."
"Well, now eat first."
"Let's go, ma'am... I'm gonna clean up first."
"Oh... Aye." Yeah."
His wife felt tired, the struggle of her husband to work was very difficult. If only you could open your own business, mending your own business.
The Zikri family is very simple... He also applied it to his two children.
Both of his sons were very able to manage the pocket money.
Throughout the night Zikri thought about how he could meet all the needs of his family.
"Yes Allah... Make easy... Don't make it difficult."
"Sleep Sir... It's the night...." Said mother.
"Not yet sleepy Mom..."
"What do you think, sir...?"
"What work Mom... Confused yourself..."
"Jalanin was sir..."
"It feels like the work is too heavy now Mom... You have to pursue sales targets. Convincing the buyer is hard."
"What about again, sir... Hopefully, there's something better ahead."
"Yes... Aamiin's Mom."
"Now you sleep, tomorrow you work."
"Yes Mom..."
Zikri kept thinking about it.....
Until he finally fell asleep.
Tomorrow Zikri wakes up, and hopes that today will be better.
He warms up his old motor.
"Breakfast sir..."
"Yes Ma... Panasin was a motor."
He brought a plate and he ate.
"Hopefully, today we have customers... Doain yes Mom..!!"
"Yes. aamiin Sir. I always doain.."
"Yes, you have left first..."
"Yes Sir... Careful"
"Assynolt...."
"Valatagem....."
Zikri went to work.
He started missing his office, then he went to the field. He continued to offer his products, but no customers who buy.
He's not desperate... He went back around offering... But still no one has bought it yet.
Until finally.....
"Braaaaaakkkkkk......"
The sound of Zikri's motorbike falling after being hit by a car.
Zikri fell off his bike, and lay by the side of the road.