Back to Your Heaven
Zikri Headache

Zikri returned to his duties.He began to keep watch again.

A glass of coffee accompanied her on the desk.

Although sleepy, it remains strong to not sleepy. The duty to maintain office security is very large.

He went around the office three times.

Silent... The quiet and cold night breeze that he felt during the night duty.

"That's a damn piece...."

"Stek..tekk...tekkk...!" The voice of the baso.

"Ekh coincidentally..cold gini eating baso..." Zikri.

"Bang here ...!!" Zikri called the baso.

"Ready... Sir!!" the answer.

"Bikinin one yes bang..."

"Ready Sir...!!"

The brother of the baso seller made one serving of baso for Zikri.

"This sir has been so. sauce is the same chili you can take yourself." said the seller baso.

"Waaahhh.. thanks bang.. delicious really like..."

Then Zikri sat next to the bassist's brother, adding sauce and chili to his baso.

"Sorry Sir... I think I just saw you here...?" Ask the Baso salesman.

"Yes bang.I have only two days of work here... Brother what's his name... ?" Ask Zikri.

"My name is Ajo. Only people here like to call me bang Bejo... Mr..." Answer Bang Bejo.

"So I call bang Bejo aja bang.. if I'm Zikri.. bang..."

"okay... Mr..."

"Just yesterday the feeling wasn't through here huh...???" ask Zikri.

"Yes, sir. I went there yesterday..." Answer Bang Bejo.

"Dine his baso bang.... How much is...?" ask Zikri.

"It's cheap sir.5000..."

"In a city of this size there is still a bowl of baso 5000 Bang...?" Zikri.

"There is Sir. hehehe." replied Bang Bejo.

Zikri was amused by Bejo's rame bang.

"It's a bang. bowls the same money...."

"Ready sir.. thanks..today snack again to bang Bejo.." said bang Bejo.

"Ready Bang...!!"

"Bang Bejo wants to go around again..."

"Ready.. be careful bang... Sweet selling yes...!" zikri.

"okay.hatur nohun sir..."

Bang Bejo again carried his little wagon.

Zikri returned to the guard post. He saw it was nine o'clock in the night.

"Wah has to patrol first nih.. sama salat isya first." said Zikri in his heart.

Then he took the flashlight on his desk. He stepped his feet into all the office rooms.

Arriving in front of the mosque, Zikri stopped and he took water.

He entered the prayer room and prayed.

After the prayer, he resumed his patrol.he headed towards the back of the office.

"Thank God.. All are safe..."

He sat back at the guard post.

"If brought in like this, the eyes even sleepy..."

Zikri stood up again, then he stood in front of the Post.

He brought a cigarette and lit his match.

A cigarette had run out, Zikri finally returned to the post.

He held his cell phone, then he played his favorite music.

"The work.. sit around... if there is no cement gini even deserted..." Zikri.

He listened to his favorite song until he fell asleep for a few minutes.

"Astaghfirullah.. why even sleep...???"

He took a coffee sachet from his bag, and he brewed it.

"If you drink black coffee, you will not sleep..." Zikri said again.

"Srupuuutts....Akhhh seger..!"

That's Zikri's job at night. As relaxing as it works, it should only be strong eyes and not a timid person.

A glass of coffee was already spent. Time has shown at one o'clock at night. Zikri took the flashlight back.

He started to walk around the office again. One by one the room he checked using a flashlight.

The parking lot and all the corners of the office he checked.

Finally shut up again at the guard post.

"The head hurts a bit, probably from lack of sleep huh..." Said Zikri while rubbing his head.

"Tomorrow headache medicine, now no one's open shop." Say again.

Time goes on. It looks like it will be three in the morning.

Zikri began writing in her workbook that night.

"I began to write, so that later abis dawn just wait for Mr. Ahmad to come." Zikri said alone.

He picked up a pen and started writing.

All activities from the start of his duty until later home, he reports in the book.

"Alhamdulillah.completed, just wait until dawn."

Zikri closed the book.

"Oh yes... later he said there is another one security person... when did it come...?" Zikri spoke inwardly.

Not long after, in the mosque has been heard the sound of the adhan chanting.

"Alhamdulillah."

Zikri rushed to the mushola, then took the ablution water.

He prayed alone there.

After the prayer, he sat down in front of the mushola, then he put his shoes back on.

He stood up from his seat, and returned to the guard post.

"Beres-beres the table first.. let it be neat..."

Zikri also cleaned his used glass to drink coffee.

"Alhamdulillah... is clean... neat..."

Six o'clock Mr. Ahmad has arrived.

"Assyn....!"

"Waalaikum.... Lah Pak just came at this time already." Zikri.

"It's okay... Mr. Zikri is also not the time to come, has come...?" Answer Mr. Ahmad.

"Akh.. Can you sir..."

"Where is it, sir... all is safe...??" Ask Mr. Ahmad.

"Alhamdulillah Sir.... Safe..hopefully it will always be safe." Answer Zikri.

"Aamiin..."

"Oh yes sir.. he said the personnel here want to add one more person...?" Ask Zikri.

"Yes sir, he said from this afternoon. If it's just the two, bother. If three can be divided into three shifts." Answer Mr. Ahmad.

"Yes... Yes Sir..."

"Hopefully the day will come. So later I picket from six to two. New from two to ten. Mr. Zikri from ten to six in the morning. Later in his shift gilir per three days." Obviously Mr. Ahmad.

"Yes.. ready, sir..!" Zikri.

"Yes Zikri is ready to go home..." Said Mr. Ahmad.

"Yes, sir.bare again, not six o'clock." Zikri.

"It's okay sir... I'm going home."

"Yes sir, if that's what I want to go home first. All the reports I've written in my book sir."

"Yes... Ready Sir..!" Answer Mr. Ahmad.

"I'm going home, sir... Assalamualaikum..."

"Getishalight."

Zikri left work, returned to his contract.

Before going home he went to buy rice and headache medicine to the stall.

When he got home, he opened his shoes.

Then he unlocked the house. He went clean.

He took a plate and a spoon, and he ate the food he had bought.

After eating, he took a headache medicine that he bought from the stall.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim." Say Zikri while taking medicine.

He finished his meal, then he put his foot on the foam.

Because all night he kept watch, Zikri finally fell asleep.