
"How come? What about the promise from the woman?"
"Tomorrow, I'll call, Mr. Prapti is here. He was the son of a lawyer in my house. He only worked half a year at the widow's house. Turns out, the pbak Prapti was a belom in salary for two months."
Suddenly, the news brought by Dina, shocked me. Why, things are changing so quickly. The rich Jelita is now in trouble. Many of his efforts went out of business and lost money. Somehow, how the fate of his marriage with mas Azam. I hope, all right.
A few days later, Dina came along with Mbak Prapti to the house. Incidentally, I just finished writing. I tidied up my desk, then I switched to the living room.
Heru and Lulu, I see it still cool to play in a special room to play. I went ahead with three drinks and a few small jars.
"You said, I don't need to find out how, what's going on with my ex. Want to turn over too, bodo very aja, Lika. Ora urus!" I insinuated, Dina who greeted him with amused hardness.
"Lu inget aja, Lik. But, this is great news in ye gak village, Prapti Mbak. If the news is that the widow of the gatel is a pesugihan. That's it, your mother-in-law had a stroke again just squirm her husband, again so same as her own daughter-in-law."
I almost dropped the glass I was holding. I didn't expect it to be like this. Then, how is the response from Azam mas?
"True, mbak Lika. Mas Azam was embarrassed and went to leave the house. I don't know where I live now. Some say he signed his office. Now in the house lives mbak Nela aja alone ngerawat, Miss Mirna who stroke can not wake up."
"Keep, Mr. Dahlan, where?" ask me.
"Died to his new wife. The house is planned to be sold. It's on a big sign."
"Oh Allah, why is things getting worse so soon" I said softly.
"Right you said, Lika. I really believe it now. Allah is very easy to turn his servants around. Within a few months, you were the one who was difficult and humiliated. Now become a successful person. In fact, your name has begun to be known in the world of literacy and entertainment. Soon, one of your novels will be a movie. Meanwhile, the family of an ex-husband who has demeaned you, insulted you, even threw away your two children. Look, their situation is so awful. God, even humiliate their situation now."
"Lika, teach me to be a better servant of God. Teach me to be a good Muslim like you."
"Alhamdulillah!"
"Goddess!"
I rushed over and hugged my best friend.
"Hopefully, God welcomes your intentions. I, as a friend will help you optimally and earnestly. Congratulations, Dina. Happy guidance from Allah Azza Wazalla." We hugged so tightly. With the roar of tears that made Mbak Prapti also wiped his tears.
"Here, I'm following."
I invited Mbak Prapti, to come cuddle with us.
"Ajarin, me too, Ms. Lika."
"God, God willing."
This haru taste I can't stand anymore. Many times my gratitude is said in my heart. Allah has guided us through the example of an event. Nothing is impossible if God wills. All destiny is in his power. In fact, humans only plan and try enough. The rest, leave let God make it happen according to our needs.
...Seriate...