Back to Your Heaven
Working with Mr. Abi

I don't think it's ten in the morning. Zikri woke up from her sleep. At that time his head did not hurt anymore.

"Alhamdulillah... The head doesn't hurt anymore." Zikri.

He opened the door of the room, and sat down in the yard.

"Contract that this hour is so quiet..." Zikri said again.

"Trengs.... The treng... Trengs..." The sound of the bowl being struck.

Seen from a distance there was a meatball who was walking closer to Zikri.

"Bang... meatballs..!!"

"Yes.. Sir...!!"

The meatball salesman's brother approached.

"Bright... It's Bang Bejo..." Zikri.

"Ehh... Turns out Mr. Zikri lives here..?" Ask Bang Bejo.

"Yes Bang, I'm contracted here..." Answer Zikri.

"Where is this meatball, mixed sir...?" Ask Bang Bejo.

"Yes get mixed up Bang, like yesterday."

"Ready Sir... Bang Bejo makein first huh...?"

"Next night of the night service again, sir...?" Ask Bang Bejo.

"Yes Bang, last night's assignment song." Answer Zikri.

"It's already the meatballs, sir... Please take the sauce with you sir."

"okay... Ready Bang..." Zikri grab the meatball bowl.

"Wihh.. seger bener.. wake up directly eating meatballs bang Bejo." Zikri.

"Don't you sir..??"

"Such a Bang.."

Zikri eat meatballs bang Bejo.

"Thank you, this is the money."

"Yes, you're both sir."

Bang Bejo cleaned the bowl and cleaned it.

"Well, if so, I say yes sir."

"Yes Bang..."

"Assynoltom..."

"Goddessalam..."

Zikri returned to the contract. The phone has rang several times.

"It's like a cell phone." Zikri immediately took his phone.

His wife called him.

"Assalamualaikum...?"

"Waalaikum... I just called you to not pick up, sir..?"

"The father was outside Mom, there was a meatballer passing by, yes you guys buy aja Bu." Answer Zikri.

"Oh yes. Now how, have you bought the meatballs sir...?"

"It's over again, ma'am... Right inside it turns out the phone rang, then the father just picked up the phone." Zikri.

"Oh yes Alhamdulillah when it is finished, how are you healthy..?" Ask wife.

"Alhamdulillah healthy ma'am, just last night the father had a headache, have taken the medicine Alhamdulillah immediately delicious." Answer Zikri.

"Father of soy sauce, lack of sleep." Said wife.

"Well, ma'am, it's called night duty and definitely not sleeping. What about the kids....?" Ask Zikri

"Kids of Alhamdulillah well Sir... Take care of your health, don't eat late." Wife reminded.

"Yes Mom..."

"Yes, I want to cook first, and the kids go home from school." Wife Said.

"Yes, call again, Assalamualaikum.."

"Goddessalam..."

Zikri hung up.

Zikri went to the bathroom and he washed his clothes.

Life alone is contracted, not wanting to do it all alone.

Getting out of the bathroom turned out to be half-twelve in the afternoon.

"In the near future Dzuhur." Zikri.

He hung his clothes.

"Alhamdulilah... Stay waiting for adzan."

Twelve o'clock adzan reverberated.

Zikri had his alphabet, and he prayed.

He always prayed for the health of all his family.

"Alhamdulillah..."

"Oh yes he said this afternoon a new member came, try to check to Mr. Ahmad."

Zikri went to Ahmad who was on duty.

"Waalaikum... Ehh Mr. Zikri. Where's Mr.?" from..?" Ask Mr. Ahmad.

"It was intentional to play here, sir. How are there new members, sir..?" Ask Zikir.

"Say the hell is there sir, start work this afternoon."

"Oh that... Yes Alhamdulillah if that's what Mr. Means I started tonight enter at ten o'clock huh...?" Ask Zikri.

"Yes, sir, it's quite not that our work is too long if three shifts." Answer Mr. Ahmad.

"Yes Sir... Bener. Yes, if that's what I say sir.want to the shop first." Zikri.

"Yes, sir. please."

Zikri then went to the stall. He wanted to buy soap and other equipment.

Finished buying soap, he immediately returned to the contract. As he walked, his phone rang.

"Someone called, who did..??" Zikri took his cell phone.

It was Isma who called.

"Assynoltom... Is...?" is...?"

"Waalaikum... Sis.. What else, Isma bothers you?" Ask brother.

"Son, this is Abis' sister from the stall." Answer Zikri.

"Oh from the stall, how is big brother healthy?" Ask Isma.

"Alhamdulillah Is, all healthy there??" Ask Zikri.

"Alhamdulillah is healthy Brother... How do you feel working there..?" Ask Isma again.

"Setah Is..."

"Alhamdulillah if you feel at home there. When's Brother coming home...?"

"You don't know Is... Later if it's paychecks." Answer Zikri.

"Yes... the important healthy sister huh..?"

"Yes Is..."

"Yes, Isma hung up the phone first, brother. later Isma called again."

"Yes..."

"Assalamualaikum Sis..."

"Getishalight."

Time keeps going. I don't feel like it's night anymore. After Isya's prayer, Zikri fell asleep on his thin bed. He relaxes before he goes to work.

"There's still a minute left, the fall first ahh..." Zikri said alone.

At nine, he started to get ready.

He wears his uniform and shoes neatly.

He locks her neatly the door of her contract. Then he took his foot to work.

He saw on his watch already showing at half ten o'clock in the night.

Until Zikri in front of the guard post.

"Assynn...!" Zikri said loudly.

"Goddessalam..." Speak from the Post.

"Well..this is Mr. Abi, right?" Zikri.

"Yes... Mr. Zikri. Thank God you can work together here." Said Mr. Abi.

Mr. Abi was his friend during training.

"I don't think the new member is Mr. Abi." Zikri.

"Alhamdulillah I Sir..."

"Sir Abi lives where...?" Ask Zikri.

"I live over there sir, keep going in the alley." Mr. Abi showed me the direction of his contract.

"Oh Yes... If you know Mr. Abi, can't we contract together, sir...?"

"Yes, sir."

"Try Mr. Zikri look first, it's true that this is not my work." Mr. Abi showed me the financial statement book.

Zikri read it.

"It's right sir... Yes, I am ready to go home." Zikri.

"Wah even though you still want to talk this. seneng really can see you again sir."

"Yes Sir... Alhamdulillah. Let's talk again." Zikri.

"Sir Zikri contracted where?" Ask Mr. Abi.

"I live over there sir, same way in the alley. Yesterday's the same decket office no one is empty, full of all his contract." Answer Zikri.

"Yes, I'll play there sir. I'm ready to go home, sir."

Mr. Abi tidied up his stuff.

"Sir Zikri if so I say go home first yes ...?"

"Yes Sir... Please. Careful."

"Assynoltom..." Said Mr. Abi.

"Getishalight." Answer Zikri.

Mr. Abi came home, left the area. Now Zikri is back in charge of keeping the security up until tomorrow night.