LAMHA AND MR. EL
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"Lame! open door!" there was the sound of a woman who was knocking loudly on the three-plate rented door. Lamha who had just finished the dzuhur prayer rubbed his chest and exhaled slowly held back the shock and shock at the behavior of the owner of this contract.
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When the door opened, there was a woman with a look on her face was looking at the face of the judges were staring at the veiled woman who rented her contract.
"Please enter first ma'am" said Lamha, smiling kindly, allowing the fat-bodied woman with super menor makeup to enter into a simple contract she rented.
"I don't want to talk! I'm here to collect the rent! it's two weeks late!" the cerocos.
"Sorry mom, I haven't got a job, I know for myself, my son just died one week. I am still grieving" Lamha said with a sad face asking for mercy.
"Not much reason! anyway, if you haven't paid tomorrow, please leave here! there are still many who want to contract, and pay it not jammed like you!" said ketus.
"But ma'am, from where can I get money within one day." said Lamha with a sad face.
"I don't want to know, but tomorrow is tomorrow! the point! excuse me!" he said, after that, the rescue left just like leaving Lamha who was in confusion.
"Astagfirullahaladziim. How is this God?" Lamha continued to preach and plead for help from the creator.
Her name is Lamha, a widow who was left dead while pregnant because her husband had a single accident on the highway, near where she worked. Not only that, Lamha also lost her baby, when the baby was just two months old. Her baby developed jaundice, which due to limited costs made her less than optimal in treating her child when sick. More and more days his condition worsened, until finally returned to the lap of the Power following his father. Just a week after the baby died, Lamha was still afflicted with deep sorrow, but it was as if the test came and went without stopping.
Not Lamha did not try, Lamha had contacted her husband's relatives in the hometown. However, let alone want to help, there is precisely the mockery and humiliation he got, even they even blame the death of his son because Lamha is considered a carrier of pesky. As for Lamha's own family, her condition did not allow her to be able to help him. Lamha has no father, his family is left only his sickly mother and also his teenage sister.
In the past, when Lamha's husband was still alive and working as a building porters, Lamha once a month sent money to her mother, but since her husband was gone, let alone send money, to eat everyday and pay the rent Lamha is still in trouble. And now, his sister was forced to drop out of school and sell fried food and wet cakes for daily meals.
Lamha wiped away her wet tears flooding her cheeks, then prepared to go out and lock her rented door. Lamha walked down the neighboring houses to offer her strength, perhaps someone would use her services as a scrub coolie, or a laundry coolie.
From home to home visited, but no one wants to use his services. Lamha did not stop there, he also went to the stalls offering his energy, maybe someone wants to use his services to help serve buyers. Again Lamha had to swallow the bitter pill when rejection for the sake of rejection he got.
Finally, feeling his feet numb and hot from too long walking, Lamha rested near a house with a towering fence. It seems to be the home of the rich. While wiping away the sweat, the nether accidentally saw a luxurious car enter the gate of the house. Quickly the security guard opened the gate of the palace house.
Lamha approached the gate, trying to find luck, who knows this house is in need of labor. Yes as a maid, or a gardener perhaps, or whatever it is, as long as it is halal.
"Assalamualaikum" said Lamha to the security guard who was about to close the gate of the house.
"Waalaikumsalam" replied the security guard. The security guard scanned Lamha's appearance from top to bottom. Lamha felt uncomfortable being noticed like that by a man who was not her makhrom.
"Sorry sir, I would like to ask, is there a job opening in this house?" tanya Lamha is well mannered.
"Sisi.." The guard's words hang down when a servant suddenly runs towards him.
"Good, let's go to the market looking for honey" said the 35-year-old woman.
"What is honey made of?" ask the security guard.
"Make his son Mr. El, from yesterday vomiting continues to be given formula milk does not want to." explained the woman.
"Emang hasn't got her mother?" say the security guard.
"Not yet, haduuuh, Giyem really pity to see the baby cry continues" he said with a sad face.
Lamha overheard their conversation as if they had been guided by Allah.
"Sorry mom, was he said his son mbak mbak mbak mbak need mother milk?" lamha asked cutting off the conversation of the security guard and the waiter.
"Yes, why?" ask Giyem the servant.
"It just so happens that, my ASI is abundant, can I try to apply here?" lamha asked expectantly. Giyem scanned Lamha's appearance from top to bottom. After cradling, Giyem finally allowed Lamha to enter and come face to face his master.