DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
Who's Fast he's Copet
Like the general office person, now Haidar has a new term that is a weekend that he never got before, not only that at this time he began to have a new hobby, he began to have a new hobby, what else if instead of counting the days and dates, his wish was to quickly end the month. There are a plus and a minus to being an employee.
Come to think of it, that salary is not the end of a job. If the orientation is on money alone, perhaps how hard Haidar faces this saturating routine, go early in the morning and go home late in the afternoon, even if the stacks can go home late at night.
Who does not stress every day must fight in pressure and demands, and He will consider Monday as the monster day job does not have its own passion, he said, the holiday is an independence day to be celebrated, Independence Day.
Lucky for Haidar working time Monday-Friday, and on Saturday and Sunday he had a holiday, could prepare for Mother's event because there is one novel that wants to be launched tomorrow.
Exactly Jum’at afternoon disaster occurred, after Mr. Amir offered help to finance the wedding for Haidar, and he was asked to meet with Mother Caroline to take the money, he took as needed first. Namely transfer to Nanda's parents to sekdar fare to Jakarta the rest is used to make invitations.
To go to work, Haidar used to use City Bus majoring Grogol-Kampung Melayu. It was a lucky day for him and God proved to be the Rich, He gave us what we needed, not what we wanted.
Intentionally Haidar only took half of the money given by Mr. Amir, not without reason but because of fear of use.
step foot with confidence and great hope to immediately perfect a part of the religion.
“Yes Allah, the cash is all Your promises, and if I intend to renew marriage then Allah will open the doors of sustenance from all corners of the wind from unexpected paths.” Said Haidar while giving thanks
As this foot stepped, the smile on his lips also re-emerged, it felt like he wanted to advance the impatient time waiting for these lips to recite ijab and kabul.”
Haidar has to walk 500 meters to get to the stop, the distance feels light in the travel, a small whistle from the song ‘kupinang you with bismillah,’ he sang as a accompanist step and heart language.
If possible, as if throughout his journey as showered with Sakura. There was no more beautiful language spoken, no more script he could write, but gratitude and wet lips with Hamdallah.
No need to wait long, finally the city bus now stopped in front of Haidar, as soon as possible I stepped up.
He had to fight with the aroma of sweat that various flavors, sweet sour, salty like Nano-Nano candy, has become commonplace after work. The shabby bus paint and its interior are no longer maintained, some of the seats are no longer giving a sense of comfort.
The faces of some passengers looked tired, some were jemari was engrossed
dancing on the gadget keypad. The sound of the busker who lost with the roar of the sound of car engines and motor vehicles seemed to race to find a gap in the road that seemed to stretch, whether what song he sang.
Not the name PPD if it does not drop off passengers just anyone, not the name PPD if it is not as easy to move passengers if it is seen in front of it there is a similar car that looks vacant.
“Moving...moving..to the bus in front well?!” Pinta conductor without guilt. Clearly, passengers were upset and there were also brave protests, “se-ja mengindahin passengers! You have no brain!” Grumpy women who when seen the shape of the face, hair and skin color like batak people.
On the edge of the fly over dozens of passengers were moving, their faces look save annoyance and rush considering it should not drop passengers in any place. Haidar is so hasty, but not how far to get to the destination for a short transit and continue the journey by taking another transportation.
“Why suddenly this bad feeling is well?!” Haidar began to feel something was lacking.
One by one he checked back his luggage that was attached to the body, starting from the pants pocket, a small sling bag that he wore.
Feeling increasingly agitated, I tried checking into the bag,“ yaaaaa ampuun!!!” Knees feel weak and lips are unable to talk.
“Innalillahiiiiii.....! Mobile?!”
He checked all the pants and shirt pockets
“Yaaa Allaaah! My money?!” Said worriedly
Finally he had to resign when he saw the bag that was torn from the incision of sharp objects, cold sweat began to pour all over the body, even though the atmosphere of the night looked cloudy, even though the atmosphere of the night looked cloudy, the sky was red for some reason and he could no longer speak. The money he just received from Caroline's mother was lost without remaining.
As a matter of fact, he recalled, starting from the process he signed the receipt, until he entered the money into the bag and made sure the item was still there.
Then this thought is addressed by the state of the PPD bus that is so boisterous. As he recalled, there were two people wearing neat clothes like office employees, considering the bus he was riding passed between the Sudirman, Slipi and Grogol office centers and he did not suspect them.
But they were so professional, wearing bags that they deliberately put in front. One of them is in charge of tricking him not to think about luggage, there is just a way they to avert his eyes.
“Innalillahiiii.....Amsyong very today!” This body felt as though it had no backbone, and he stirred at the post stop, only regretting remaining.
“Marriage capital raiiib!”
Haidar recalled the number stored in the phone book, almost five hundred contacts that he began to collect from the beginning after reinstalling yesterday.
“Yes Allah, even many important phone numbers again!”
Inevitably he had to be sincere and more careful again, in the pocket only a few thousand pieces of money were left. And it crossed his mind, tomorrow he had to meet the invitation of Mother as an MC at the 40 Years event he worked and launched his latest novel.
How do I get him to try?! All phone numbers are missing.
"Oh yes, I remember that I had chatted with him and asked for his mobile number. That’s straight! Upon returning home, I stopped by the cafe for a bit and took notes."
After taking notes and he tried to borrow the youngest's mobile phone, Zahra. And make sure tomorrow it starts what time it is. After Mother made sure that tomorrow the event began at nine in the morning and her plan was for another MC to duet with her, named Astrid.
Well, it needs to be explored before the show starts.
“Haidar, later Mommy will give your number to Nabila later he will contact you.” He said on the phone, after Mommy found out, if his cellphone was missing.
“Ok. Make sure the Astrid comes early Bun!”
Haidar described the figure of a mother who raised her children alone, without a husband. Until his two daughters pinned a full scholar in a public college known as, ‘Yellow Jacket’.