DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
Do not Fall, Even if the Wind is Blown

Lucky I have a friend who works in the Sudirman area, and indeed I had seen on his facebook status opening a job, and I was forced to search

his status has shifted away with his latest status. Thank goodness if it has not been removed I can record the address of his office again, well what happens if it has been removed, it makes the headache.

“Good sustenance you yank.” I said in my heart, when I saw Ria's status

Afandi wrote complete with his contact person number.

But there is enough to squint my forehead and make me a little speculation, “ is Amel acceptable in that place? His diploma was left in Palembang!” Ah, but I'll try to just ask her for help and understanding. In spite of

listed clearly the conditions that must be met for prospective applicants, including

must graduate strata one, while Amel has not graduated from college even at the end of the final semester.

“What's wrong I tried first, only time it worked.” Whether this is a speech that matches the quantum method that is often exhaled by entrepreneurs or this is just optimism

empty as my way of comforting myself? It works and it's not important that you've tried.

Without thinking for a long time, I called the woman I knew and wanted to hear my life story, before she knew I wanted to marry Amel.

“Masyallah, disposable pulse all.”

And in the pocket of Jeans pants there's only a piece of money two thousand. Is it enough to buy a pulse? But my intention and effort was strong to find Julie a job to

it can be self-serving. The only way I'm trying to seduce Bu Laila the owner

mobile phone counter that is fairly difficult to owe, install ‘face thick’ it

tips I will use.

As hard as it is, people will surely melt their hearts if we know what they like the most,

even with praise, persuasion and seduction. This I will do to just hope to be given a credit debt.

“Ok Haidar, passion find debt!” I try to encourage myself who started arguing with ‘inconfidence.’

Feeling that my guts have been collected, I ventured and this is the first time I tried to dare kasbon and this is the first experience. It is not easy to do this, even though it is said to only ask for credit .

Bu Laila's counter is not far from the tiny house I rent every month, from the alley to the kang and my daydream all the way around the busy boys

playing ball, even though the road in our village is only enough to pass two to three

people. However, due to the absence of vacant land, the scenery is like this

fairly reasonable.

Since the school wall was built by an old iron and copper businessman,

some friends play from childhood one by one go, because they need

large enough land, they also persuaded residents to sell the house

there are some of us who survive, including the heritage land

we have, but some of the citizens choose to sell it and buy a parcel

the land then established a residence at the end of the city of Tanggerang.

Empty land, where children play was devoured by buildings, the issue wanted to be developed into an Islamic Center.

This is when money has spoken and is able to break the cord, no more

kelakar and guyonan who spent the afternoon, until finally we were separated by the mega smile on the western horizon.

I miss playing ball when it rains, and I miss the banter of my little friend when I play kite, because, none of us can clash between the thread of the kenur and the other, the highest kite dancing in the sky is the winner, the winner, although sometimes I hope at one time to be able to defeat my little friends, Rizky, Adit and Billy, but my kites are often lost control, no matter what the cause, no matter what, many times my kite is out of hand.

Even the kama rope, (it's a loh, a rope that connects between one side and the other side

others are out of balance ) until finally have to make an emergency landing on the roof, tree branches and also electrical cables. The huft! Not as expected....

Like what I'm going through right now, the heart's intention is to seduce Ms. Laila but the plan is not up to expectations,

counter's closed.

“Yes Allah, this is how difficult life is. Make it easy don't make it difficult for Ya Rabb..” I stood in front of the iron bars

so close, complete with two big padlocks, that's all I found.

Suddenly this shoulder was patted with a big palm, twitching

my sense of helplessness as a husband, just to buy a pulse

incapable, totally useless.

“Dar, why are you so?” When I looked at him it was Fadil, the middle one

go to work. He and I have no boundaries and no one has to

cover-up.

“Mau owed you a pulse, uh close..”.

Hoping that Fadil would lend me his pulse, just to call a few minutes to ask for a job vacancy for my wife, Amel.

“Morning debt...Well, clearly!!!People are not awake yet. Here, use ane pulse aja.”

It turns out that the dipper is together, by itself a man who works in the company

“Serious?!”

“You are rich with anyone!!”

“Tanks well Fad?” I also started pressing one by one the numbers on the phone keypad, too,

finally Amelbisa can work too, that's all there is

in mind. The smile that was on these lips changed

drastic when hearing the voice of ‘tante opera’ is not because his words offend me but there are obligations that are not fulfilled by the card owner.

Naturally if he said like this, “ remaining pulses in your pre-paid card is not enough to make this call, please refill. The pulse you currently have is forty rupiah.”

“Yes Allah, why it happened so richly in soap operasinetron.” Indeed,

this incident I experienced was like a movie screenplay, as if there was a

the director is setting the storyline, to make it look interesting so that the script of life I live, starting the story that background this story, climax and what kind of climactic development that

I'll experience later, it's still a mystery.

“Heeem, pantesaaan ente bae bang Faaaaad...!” My insinuation.

“Means ente?”

“Try to check the pulse.” I returned his cell phone. And he was too

make sure what I say.

“Oath!Though ane new contents of the pulse was malem, really finished cepet ya?” “Instead how much money?”

“Five thousand.” Answer lightly.

Maybe for providers who offer SMS-an bonus until the finger sprain, the Five Thousand pulse is enough for the next week, but the turn is used for the phone like this happens.

“Judah Fad is okay. What is certain of your good intentions, has already counted the merit of kindness.

Look to the right of you.” And Fadil followed what I

command.

“Nothing Dar..”.

“Ente can not squirm, there is an angel Atid again nyatet reward. The pen is big

really, the notebook is long.

Maybe your reward is already a lot of Fad, and enough to stock you back to

afterlife. Hahahahaha My candlestick is enough to make Fadil offended.

“Aah, you can just joke if you use all malikat, right so ngerih dengernya.

Here's how..” Fadil put his hand in his pants pocket.

“Supply this as my fault redeemer same elo.” He gave me two bills

tens of thousands of rupiah.

It is like that style of Fadil, which when alluded to the problem of death and angels

feel the person who has the most sins, when indeed the person is good and

royally. He could not hear his friend facing difficulties, as soon as possible he became the first person to lend a helping hand.

“Ah you too much Fad, people ane joking.”

“Ane sincerely Dar, you take, if rejected ane angry and will not ane helpin you

again.”

And this is the ugliness of Fadil, if anyone rejects his gift, then for life

he was reluctant to help her again, and I had to appreciate it, not hypocritical

the money is what I need.

“Jazakumullah khairan. Wa jazakumullah ahsanal jaza“.

And this is the best of speech in return for one's good, remembered

what Usamah bin Zayd said that the Prophet once said,”Whoever is given one act of kindness to him then he repays it by saying ‘Jazaakallahu Khaeron (hopefully

Allah will reward you with kindness), and it will be sufficient in

express his gratitude.”

Until finally, the money given from Fadil

it became my own blessing. Ria my friend who works in financial services finally understood the explanation I gave and Amel was accepted for an interview.

But is my wife able to survive, with the salary given by the company is far from the Regional Minimum Wage and only rely on bonuses ?!