President Cilok
28 Old beggar

"Thank You, thank You Allah for Your sustenance. I consider this person to be an intermediate angel from You, whom You deliberately sent to give me blessings.” Damar murmured full of gratitude.

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The sustenance comes without guessing, without in its nanya, without being as predictable as the rain falling from the Sky.

Even every day that Damar used to go through almost the same, today seems to be a sign of his life's luck.

It is like getting an US card in a card game. Damar smiled, like a perfect dawn from the eastern horizon.

Again and again Damar continued to look at the business card given by Mr. Bambang carefully and read it over and over again.

The fruit of patience is the understanding needed to be kind, while waiting for the results of efforts to succeed.

Then Damar put some money and lucky business cards into his sling bag. Firm with confidence that he will come tomorrow morning in neat, polite and clean clothes.

Even though every day Damar sells as if he was used to wearing neat clothes and clean.

But as well as, Damar always thinks optimistically if he can appreciate others, then others will appreciate it too.

Although not everyone, the people he met would do the same.

The net is perfectly rounded, starting to glaze over. His heart was happy not to play.

"This is a sign from You O Allah,” he murmured, turning his face to the mega cloud. Look at the clumps of clouds like cotton clumps in the sky that have started to turn orange.

Then spread his eyes, staring at the streets. Damar closed his eyes, inhaling air that had been polluted by pollution from vehicles that increasingly accumulate and even pollute the environment.

But Damar did not pay attention to it, for this pollution he struggled every day with street dust and pollution. Still with his eyes closed, he pinched his arm, wanting to make sure that he was not dreaming. "Aw, sick!” screeches ridiculous.

The campus children who had just come out from inside the university building also looked at Damar with astonished looks. Damar was closing his eyes while smiling happily cheerfully, "Why did Akang cilok?”

"Au ah!”

"We ask.”

A group of students and students came to Damar, who was feeling the happiness of his heart.

"Home!” exclaiming a student.

Damar turned to the source of the voice, and found a client of his lick, "Mas Indra.” exclaimed Damar.

"Eh, there is mbak Ita same Mbak Putri and others.” continued Damar, seeing students, students of his age.

"Why Mas Damar, it looks like a real penny?” ask Ita.

Damar smiled, this time revealing a row of teeth that were not touched by a single cigarette.

"Yes Ma'am Ita, I'm again seneng, very seneeeng even!” damar.

"Alhamdulillah, if Mas Damar seneng. Eh btw there is still a peek?” ask princess.

"Sorry, Mother-of-mouth, Mas-mas. For today's ludes. If you want to come directly to the house, or if you need to wait tomorrow,” concluded Damar.

"Well, why? Beta sa want it you have a plug!” said one of the students from Ambon.

"Critical lashes! Cilok!” rahman exclaimed, confirming the Beta Ambon speech.

"Sorry Brother, the peek is over. Just now in the same borong that ride a luxury car,” replied Damar.

"Ah, yes, that's it. It's good too. So Damar no longer need to be tired of traveling,” said Iwan, Pemalang's original student.

"Yes already, I go home first yes friends.” exclaimed Damar, he was ready to push his cilok cart. Leaving a group of students, students in front of the campus streets.

At dusk, a beautiful red skyline mingled with orange light, and into the ashes. On foot as usual Damar will pass through shops, and places of historical monuments in the city of Gudeg, the monument of the White Pal.

A city for local and foreign tourists. He was very grateful to be born in the city with the nickname City of Struggle,

(In early August 1945 Japan surrendered to Allied forces and ended the Great East Asian War which was part of World War II. After a few days, precisely on August 17, 1945, Indonesia proclaimed its independence.)

Walk the streets with steady footsteps. Undaunted to fight to change fate.

Damar saw an old beggar (sorry) sitting on the side of the road. For a moment Damar stopped, and saw it was not hearty.

"However, some of the sustenance I get there is some sustenance for them.” murmured, then took a piece of money in blue.

And gave it to the old beggar, a man who was dressed very shabby and had not one foot.

"Hopefully useful sir," said Damar.

"Thank God, thank you son. May Allah repay your kindness, my son. And may your efforts grow more successful and get a good soul mate and pioushah.” said the old beggar to Damar.

Damar pulled both ends of his lips, and nodded thinly. "Amen. Both sir, later if you go home carefully.” said Damar.

The old beggar nodded with a smile.

Damar continued on his way home. Does not feel the hue of the sky has changed its dark color.

I heard the Maghrib, Damar walking towards a small mosque not far from him walking.

Wishing with gratitude to the Blessed One will always be in regard to the prayers he prays.

Without Damar knowing, two people were watching him by doing disguise like pedestrians in general.

Without people will feel suspicious, that the two people who are different in this genre are following a cilok trader. They also saw Damar entering the mosque.

"Wulan, he's in mushola!” exclaimed his partner who was trailing Damar.

"Yes already ayok, a sneak Bokir..” replied Wulan.

"Why what?”

"Jogging!” Wulan answered.

"Yes pray, lah!” continued again.

"But, did you bring me to Lan?”

"Ah. how is Lo, this is mushola. Must be in Dalem there is a face, lah!” answer Wulan.

Again and again, Bokir and Wulan followed Damar, this time wearing casual clothes, not as formal as before, all wearing black uniforms.

Entering the mushola courtyard, Damar parked his cilok cart, then walked to the ablution place which was beside the back of the mushola.

And stroked the trousers and dress the green color of the bottle. Damar began to read the basmalah and the intention of ablution, he also abluted.

After that, Damar entered the prayer room and congregated with other prayer congregations. Fifteen minutes passed after performing Maghrib prayers.

Damar walked towards the terrace of the mushola. He saw a charity box made of dark colored glass. Damar reached into the contents of his sling bag and took some money.

It is certain, that he will put some money that has been in his hand into the charity box. You want to steal a charity box, right? Not as desperate as Damar's time either.

"Hopefully it can be charity, amin.” murmured.

"Amin.” replied a woman, she was stunned by reflexively confirming the Damar prayer.

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