Back to Your Heaven
The sustenance of the old man

A few days Zikri had been through at work now. Now he is on day duty.from two o'clock in the afternoon to ten o'clock in the evening. It was still the middle of the month. Zikri looked at his wallet, there was no money.

"There are ten days left to payday, twenty thousand left." Zikri

It is very impossible, if such money can be used for up to ten days. Anxiety was in his heart. But he never borrowed from anyone else.

Zikri is active as usual. He remains passionate about his activities. But the hunger he still can not cover. Even though he could bear it, the hunger came back. He took a glass, and then he drank water. The hunger is still there. Finally, he went to the rice shop.

"Mom... Rice wrapped in tempe." Zikri

"Not the same eggs or fried chicken sir..?" Ask the rice seller.

"Mother, just tempe." Answer

"It's Good sir."

The mother of the rice seller also began wrapping rice and tempe orders Zikri.

"It... Mr..."

Then Zikri took it.

"Why Ma'am...?" Ask Zikri

"Five thousand sir."

Zikri gave five thousand.

He returned to his contract and prepared to go to work.

Arriving at home, he immediately opened and ate a packet of rice he brought. His body was shaking, probably from hunger.

A packet of rice could finally fill his stomach. And he's ready for duty.

"Alhamdulillah, eat already, now just get ready to go to work." Zikri

Then he put on his uniform and shoes. Zikri started walking towards his workplace.At that time still shows at half-time two in the afternoon.

Zikri finally arrived at his workplace. From a distance his supervisor continued to pay attention to employees who began to arrive, changing shifts.

"Alhamdulillah..survive..not yet two o'clock has arrived here." Zikri

He replaced the friend who had previously served.

After his friend came home, Zikir started his duty.

Zikri started reading the work report book.

The weather was very hot at the time. Zikri sweat was pouring, plus he went straight to the parking lot to welcome and park the vehicle that came.

Sometimes he went into the post to drink water.

"Huhh .. It's so hot today's weather." Said Zikri while continuing to wipe his sweat.

He looked back on the outside.

Time keeps going. Zikri saw that it was four in the afternoon. The supervisor came out of the office with a bag in his hand. Then he got in the car.

Zikri immediately approached, and parked it

very politely. But there was still not the slightest smile from the supervisor's lips.

"Nothing Zik..." In Zikri's heart.

The supervisor's car left the place.

"Remain.... It feels relieved." Zikri

Zikri returned to the guard post. And he can sit there relaxed.

One car came to the parking area. Zikri swiftly and quickly approached the customer.

"Good day sir... Welcome aboard.." Said Zikri while bowing her body.

"Let's go in, sir..." Zikri opened the car door.

"This please park my car." Speak to customers while giving keys to Zikri.

"Well Sir..." Answer Zikri

Zikri had finished parking it, then he stood in front of the entrance of the shop

After a while, the customer returned with several bags of groceries in his hand.

"It's over, sir...?" Ask Zikri

"Had..." Answer

"Here's the car keys sir, let me get you the groceries." Zikri

"Oh yes.... Thanks."

The customer was a bit old, but yes it did look rich.

Zikri put one by one his groceries into the car. When finished, the customer gave him a hundred thousand dollars. At that time Zikri refused.

"No, sir. I am sincere." Zikri

"It's okay, just take it...." Answer that customer.

"No need sir..."

"Let's take it, it's okay. I see you as if I were seeing my own son. Please accept, son." Prattling

Zikri finally accepted it.

"Jazzakallah khairon... Thank you very much Sir. May Allah protect your sustenance." Zikri

"Aami... Excuse me...?"

"Yes sir, be careful on the road. Thanks again." Zikri

"Yes are the same."

Zikri returned to the guard post. His heart was happy. Apparently there are still good people.

He opened his wallet...

"The money is fifteen thousand. Thank God today there is sustenance, can make the cost of eating." Zikri

At that time Zikri had not prayed ashar. Time has shown half-five. Zikri rushed to the mosque, and he prayed.

After the prayer, he did not forget to pray.

Zikri looked back at the clock, already showing five o'clock less than ten minutes. He returned to the guard post.

He sat there. He took a packet of coffee, then he brewed it. Patiently he worked, stood guard and patrolled.

Up to seven hours he had to go through working to keep the security alone.

He served until ten o'clock.