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Zikri accident

"Trengs... Prenches....!!" Isma's phone is ringing.

He picked it up and picked up his phone.

"Hello.... Assalamualaikum...."

"Valatagem....."

"is... This is pinjem's brother...!!"

"Why big brother phone...??"

"Sister accident Is... Your husband can pick up your sister..??"

"So what was the accident...??"

"So hit the car... But brother's okay, just a little scuffling."

"Brother where now...??"

"It's not far from the office... Deket shopping mall. Brother wait at the police station ya."

"Yes, our brother is there now."

Seen from a distance Zikri was sitting in a police post.

Isma and her family approached.

"Yes Allah... Why are you, sir... What's that hurt...??" Ask wife.

"It's okay, ma'am.... There was a little accident." Answer Zikri.

"We went to the hospital first, brother...!" Added Isma.

"It's okay Is, just a little scuff. Red medicine is also cured." Answer Zikri.

"Zikri where's the motor...?" Ask uncle.

"That's behind this post."

"It was me who brought the motor home."

"Yes om... Thanks a lot."

Then Zikri was brought home.

At home, his father was waiting.

"Where is it.... What's that hurting?"

"Son... Anything Sir... Just a little scuffling."

"Where is the story how can the incident to the car crash...??"

"Maybe Zikri is wrong, Zikri may be daydreaming."

"Other times if again bring a vehicle do not mind much... It's gonna be like this." Father said.

"Yes Sir..."

"Sorry to trouble you all." Zikri.

Zikri called his office. He asked for permission because today he could not miss the afternoon.

"Assalamualaikum Sir..."

"Goddessam...."

"Sir... I'm sorry because this afternoon I can't miss the afternoon."

"Why...?"

"I just had an accident, sir."

"Oh that... Where...???"

"Not too far from the office."

"Now where, in the hospital..??"

"Son... Sir. I'm home. Thank God the wound is not severe, just blisters sir."

"Oh yes, then hopefully soon to heal."

"Yes Sir... Thank you." Thank you."

"Sir.it's eat first. Later eat pain medication. Must be a sore body." Said wife.

"Oh... Yes, ma'am."

After that Zikri immediately rested.

His house..... Isma talked to her husband.

"Kasian ya ka Zikri... There was a trial. Just got to work, now it's kind of like this."

"Yes..."

"I think he's daydreaming... So it's not necessary to bring the bike."

"The motor is what Is is now... It was brought from the workshop...?"

"Yet...."

"Hmmmmm... The bike is old.... Now get to the car... It's a lot of kasian..!!" And Isma again.

"It's important that Zikri's sister is nothing."

"Yes anyway... Oh...!"

"If the motor is not real, brother Zikri means it can not work dong yes....!" Ask Isma again.

"Likely yes... You see, if the job is like it must have a personal motor." Fikri.

"Hhmmmmm..."

Early in the morning Isma and her husband went to Zikri's house. He wanted to see his brother's situation.

There was their father.

"Assynolt...."

"Valatagem....." Answer father.

"Ecc... I'm already here...!"

"Yes, you have just come."

"Where now, brother....?!!"

"It's okay Is.... Just a scuffling gini."

"No need to go to work, brother... Wait to heal."

"How do you want to work Is, the motor is only in the workshop..."

"Emang is not finished yet, brother..?"

"Bright.... How come...!!" Isma wonder.

"Yes Is... The cost of repair is pretty good..."

"Hhhmmm... That's it, brother..!!"

"I guess you have to find a job that is not obligatory to have a vehicle."

"Yes, look for it again, brother... The important thing is to be healthy first..."

"Yes..."

Zikri created a WhatsApp group. There consists of his school friends first.

Until finally Zikri asked for a job vacancy.

One of his friends offered him a job.

"In my place there's Zik's job..." But yes, it works very hard. Must be strong eye-lit." Deni said Zikri's friend.

"What work... The factory isn't..??"

"Not... It's a security job."

"Oh that...."

Long ago... Zikri had aspirations to be a soldier, a policeman... Kayak that's it.

"What are the terms Den...??"

"Let's write down the terms first, then I'm WA..!"

"Yes... Ready..!!"

The next morning Deni reported his terms.

"I don't think I'm a marketing fit. Are you trying to be a security...?" Ask Zikri inwardly.

He had not told his wife at the time.

Zikri still thinks.... Considering what the right decision is.

Finally after a few days, Zikri ventured to talk to his wife.

"Bu how ya.... If you quit your job...??"

"If you quit your job, what do you want?"

"Loh Bu's Line... Deni temen pak ngajak. He said there's a job vacancy in his place."

"What's the job, sir...??"

"So security ma'am..."

"Daddy wants to be a security...??"

"It's okay, ma'am... What is important."

"Yes.... If you can... Please."

"Then tomorrow you try to take care of everything... To the office."

"I told Isma the same father first yes...."

Then Zikri brought his cell phone.

"Assalamualaikum Is....??"

"Goddessam...."

"I don't want to tell you this...."

"What's the story, brother....?" Ask Isma.

"Gini Is's... Someone else is working."

"What work brother... What is the current job...??" Ask Isma again.

"It works as security. You know your brother from the past loved the same name TNI, police... That's what I think."

"Yes... If Isma how is brother... The important thing is to make your sister comfortable. If my sister likes.... Yes, let's go."

"Yes.. Is.." is..."

"So, I've also discussed with your sister-in-law." Added Zikri.

"The plan is tomorrow you want to tell the father too."

"Yes brother.... That's better."

The tomorrow.... Zikri went to his father's house.

There he told and asked his father for his opinion.

"So what do you think, father...?" Ask Zikri.

"If father is up to you. You're the one who wants to walk. If it can be comfortable.... Yes come on please."

"With work that is important to be comfortable, then you will feel at home." Added father.

"Yes sir, if that's what I want to resign from the current job. Tomorrow God willing I take care of everything."

"Yes son... Hopefully all given ease and given the best." Father say.

"Yes Sir.... Aamiin..."

The morning.... Zikri began preparing his resignation letter, and letters to apply to his new job.

"It's done, sir... Her letters??" Ask wife.

"Udah Ma'am... Just leave for the office to submit a letter of resignation, continue to enter the application letter to a new place."

"Oh yes Sir... Hopefully according to what you want."

"Yes... Mum..."

"Now you have breakfast."

"yes Ma..."

Zikri... His wife and son had breakfast together.

After breakfast, the two Zikri children walk to their respective schools. And Zikri walked to his office, because the bike he always used yesterday had not been able to fix.

In the middle of the journey, suddenly there was Fikri.

"Where are you going....??"

"Ecc.... Fik. sister's going to the office... Want to submit a resignation letter the same as want to go to another place."

"Yes, I'm anterin, brother... I'm going that way."

Finally Zikri was escorted by his sister-in-law.