I Was the Second
Dua

"Breom!!" call a little boy out of the shophouse behind the fried chicken shop.

"Sulaiman," said Maryam. Zia turned her head towards the boy who came out with his father. Zia was fascinated by the tall, handsome man, bearded, wearing a kurta, and sirwal over her ankles.

'Eh.. astaghfirullah Ziaaa.. it's the husband of the person..," his mind then lowered.

The father then went into the tavern, helping his wife fry chicken. And the wife came out to greet Zia, the mother of her son's friend.

"This is Sulaiman's friend? Whose name?" ask Umm Sulaiman to Maryam.

"Maryam," he said.

"Ma shaa Allah is a beautiful name, you can play with Sulaiman first while waiting for the chicken to be fried" said the mother.

Maryam nodded, then followed Sulaiman playing on the porch of the shophouse, behind the car.

Zia sat on a bench near the store waiting for her order to be ready. And his mother Sulaiman accompanied him by sitting next to him. The store did not provide a place to eat, only specifically serving orders taken home, so there is no table chair to eat.

"What's his name?" ask Sulaiman's mother.

"Ana Zia, Risqo Fauziah, who's anty?" ask Zia back.

"Alfina, call me Al, how old is she? It looks younger than me,"

"I'm two seven" said Zia.

"Well, really, where do I thirty, where do you live? Do you use a bicycle?"

"In the adjoining housing, Mba lives here too?" ask Zia back.

"Oh, no, we also rent in this shophouse, our house in the suburbs, a long way away, so every day to pick up school children, it's quite yes, yes, so we rent shophouses for a break, and from the time I stay early until the afternoon, so deliberately selling fried chicken for time, the husband also has a property business, it's a housing developer, it's, working hours are also free, because the office itself, so often here is also my temenin, if there is any busyness? Husband work too?" ask Al.

"I sewed at home, when my husband died a year ago" Zia replied.

"Ah sorry, ana ga tau.." said Al.

"Ga papa Mba, uh can I call Mba," said Zia.

"It's not papa, it's even better, uh Deck, uh so call deck,"

"Ga papa Mba, I'm happy even, feel like I have a brother, I'm an only child," said Zia.

"Ah yes, a moment yes, it looks like it has finished the order," said Alfina then headed inside the store.

Alfina took a few pieces of fried chicken and put them in a box.

"Mas, the ice added one more cup to his umminya," Alfina told her husband.

"More orders?" ask the husband while doing what the wife asks.

"I want to love, it turns out that Maryam Sulaiman's friend is an orphan" said Alfina.

"Ehm, but be careful to give it, not to offend," the husband said, giving the order

"Yes Mas," Alfina then brought Zia's order plus a box of fried chicken and an extra cup of iced tea to Zia.

"This is the order of Dek Zia" said Alfina. Zia was surprised by what was in Alfina's hand, there were so many contents of the clear plastic.

"Mba, I just ordered one package, too" Zia said.

"Yes, I intentionally prefer so you can eat together," said Alfina.

"But Mba,"

"You take, this is the sustenance of Allah" said Alfina.

"Oh Alhamdulillah, jazaakillaahu khayran Mba," said Zia.

"Wa jazaakillaahu khayran Dek Zia" replied Alfina.

Alfina was about to reject Zia's money, but hesitated for fear that Zia would feel bad. Then he accepted it. And he had another way of giving Zia something.

"Yes, ten thousand" said Alfina.

After making a payment and exchanging a mobile number with Alfina, Zia also decided to go home with Maryam.

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In the afternoon after their second daughter Aisyah returned home from school, Alfina and her husband and children returned to their home, before Alfina asked to stop by Zia and Maryam rented house first.

"What the hell are you doing?" the husband asked when he heard Alfina ask to stop by Zia's house.

"It wants to sew a robe for you Mas, have long bought cloth, have not had time to sew, it's umminya Maryam a tailor, pumpung remember, and all help them," said Alfina.

"Ah yes,"

Upon arrival at Zia's house, Alfina went down on her own, as Aisha and Sulaiman, as well as the youngest Fatimah, began to get sleepy and chose to rest in the car accompanied by their father.

"Tock..tok..tok ..." Alfina knocked on Zia's door.

"Assalamualaikum Dek Zia," he said then waiting for the door to open.

"Waalaikumussalam" said Zia from within.

"Kreek.." the sound of the door squealing opened, Zia opened the door slightly so that Alfina could enter.

"Come on Mba" said Zia.

Alfina entered and was astonished to see Zia who was not wearing a veil. 'Ma shaa Allah is beautiful also Zia's deck, ' Alfina's inner.

"I closed again Mba" said Zia and then closed the door.

"Sit down Mba, but sorry there is no chair, just on the carpet yes," said Zia let Alfina sit.

"Ga papa I'm just for a moment really," said Alfina while opening her veil as well, she also wanted Zia to see her face.

"Oh Mba, ma shea Allah is beautiful," praised Zia.

"You are also beautiful, God willing," Alfina replied.

"What's wrong Mba? Can anyone help?" ask Zia.

"This was a pumpung remember, I have a cloth for a long time, ask for sewing please yes, this one makes a robe mas Rayhan," said Alfina.

"Mas Rayhan?" ask Zia because she doesn't know who Rayhan is.

"Ah sorry you don't know, Rayhan mas is Sulaiman's ashes" said Alfina.

"Ah yes...,"

"This is an example of the game, and this is a fabric also for my game, but the size of you use the size of a Deck, it looks like our size is the same, and then ask for help to buy a cloth for Khimar and his veil, all of you, it's up to you to model and fabric,"

"Yes Mba" said Zia, but there was concern in her heart, now she did not have the money to buy cloth, but hesitated to ask for payment first.

"And this costs sewing, buy cloth and make a taxi to the fabric store," said Alfina handed me some red money.

Zia accepted it, and was again surprised by what Alfina gave. There are seven pieces of money in red.

"This MBA is a lot, many advantages," said Zia feel awkward.

"Yes ga papa, if there is more for Maryam, please accept, this is sustenance from God," again Alfina tried to convince Zia.

"Well Mba, jazaakillaahu khayran," there is nothing Zia can say anymore, except to hope that Allah will repay him with kindness.