Great Youth Like Gods
The great secret of Azzahra's life
After the market thugs commonly called Dayat it went to leave the beggar woman who was beaten by him. Karna looked at the child who used to sell plastic bags and became a porters pelvis in the parent market of a small town of West Java.
"Mothers. It's okay, which one hurts. Should we go to the doctor.?" Take Awan. while building the battered half-Old woman.
The old beggar did not reply but he did not refuse when the Clouds helped to wake up.
Because there is no answer from a woman who daily likes to ask for mercy from people with her child, The clouds then divide it and bring it to the puskesmas which happens to be not far from the shophouse he went to.
With the limped path of enduring the pain of the blow and the thug's strike, Azzahra and the two sexes now arrive at the small-town health center and head straight to the treatment room.
At the time Azzahra was being examined by one of the health doctors. The cloud said to her son the woman.
"Neck........ You keep your mother here. Brother wants to go to the administration to pay for this treatment and don't go anywhere, before brother's back." The cloud remembered it.
The little boy called by Awan as Nenk, not knowing his name, just nodded.
The clouds rushed towards the administration. After paying the medical expenses. He then left the puskesmas to go to the shophouse ordered by Mr. Ibrahim to buy goods that have been used up.
After three hours of his old activity the young man who was still quite young but had a very mature mind and was not seen by everyone like a child was finished and said goodbye to Mr. Ibrahim, now the clouds are in the puskesmas.
"Mom. How's it going.?" Are you allowed to go home by the doctor.?" Ask Awan after arriving in front of two women who were already sitting in the waiting room chair in the courtyard outside the puskesmas.
Azzahra Masika Fatharani immediately prostrated himself in front of a child the same age as his son Nabil, but hurried Clouds swiftly prevent it.
"Son Cloud........ Thank you very much. Thanks though. " Swept her with tears flowing from the beautiful eyes of the one-beaved woman.
"It's been...... Ma'am do not need to thank everyone, it is the obligation of fellow living beings to help each other. I'd better rest for a while at the rented house I just rented." Take the clouds to the woman.
"Azzahra Masika Fatharani and Nabil Nur Fadillah nodded. Then the clouds also memapahnya to walk to the public transport car. That will take him to the rented house owned by a brick manager who takes approximately thirty minutes from the small city center where the clouds were born.
Long story short they had arrived at the contract not far from the young man's house, after they entered and previously Awan bought three rice packs to eat with the three of them in the small house rented.
Azzahra then told his life story why he arrived in the small town, when Awan asked the residents' sign card to be reported to the local RT.
Muhammad Awan Pratama, heartbroken after hearing the explanation and narration that introduced himself named Azzahra Masika Fatharani and asked to call with the name Zahra only, if others' ask about himself and his son should not be exposed to his name and identity.
The little boy who helped Azzahra also understood and promised to keep all the stories of the life of Azzahra and his son secret.
"Mr Zahra. In the future live the life of the mother and her child. Nabil Nur Fadillah, how about selling small to small villages selling fried food." Cloud's advice, to survive for a while.
"Thank You, Son. The advice you give, I received very well, but the capital from where to start selling fried food to the village." Answer Azzahra.
"Mr Zahra. Don't worry. That's what the Cloud thought. I just live and sell.
"Not to overdo it, ma'am. I'm just helping, fellow breathing man. It is easy that mother and Nabil Nur Fadillah do not return to their old jobs by asking for mercy from others." Said the Cloud advising her. Azzahra and Nabil nodded.
"God willing, I promise you, son. I will not beg again.!!
Day after Day, Azzahra Masika Fatharani and her son lead a new life with the help of an eleven-year-old boy who is still in elementary school. No matter how hard they live so as not to go back to the job of begging in the market or asking on the streets.
Two years later now the lives of both of them have felt progress, seen in the rented house looks goods in the form of cabinets and televisions and kitchen utensils have been owned by women with one child.
At the request of Awan, Nabil was now in Junior High School. His son Azzahra Masika Fatharani can go to school with the help of Bu Dewi.
That night a young man had just returned from the market and went straight to the rented house of Azzahra Masika Fatharani, because there was something that had to be conveyed to the woman who had one child.
Arriving at the rented house, the young man immediately entered with a greeting, even though the door of the rented house was open.
"Assynolod.!! Said the young man standing in front of the door. While Nabil was lying face down holding a pencil and in front of him a book.
The girl his age the young man turned his head and answered the greetings of a person he knew.
"WaallAikum Salam's. Brother Cloud. Login.!!
"Needs...... Mother where.?" Ask Clouds sitting next to the girl.
"Mother. Just got out. Go to the wholesale stall to buy goods for sale tomorrow." Answer Nabil.
Clouds nod.!
Sis. Want coffee or plain water.?" Ask Nabil.
"If there's any coffee." The young man looked at the book that was studying the girl.
"There's........ Kopi luwak brother's favorite. Nabil make it first." Nabil then went to the kitchen.
Shortly after the coffee became available, Azzahra returned from his shop and sat down next to the young man he had considered his own son and with the help of the young man. His life is getting better.
Arrivals. Muhammad Awan Pratama visited a contract occupied by Azzahra and his son, to tell you to start next Sunday to stop selling around the village.
The young man had already contracted the stall that was beside the contract. For Azzahra to want to sell at his kiosk and stop selling around.
After the woman welcomed the offer from the young man, Awan immediately resigned because the time was getting late.
Seriate.