Roses, Not Balsa
An Opportunity

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Arsy's smile was so wide when he could see the money he was secretly collecting began to be plentiful. No one knows but him because everyone at home never wants to know what he is doing.

"Alhamdulillah," he said full of Gratitude.

Gratitude is endless even though Arsy can only see the five-sheet money in red. Not how for people who have a fixed salary every month, but for Arsy? five hundred thousand is so much money.

Slowly with the money he collected surely he could open a small business that he had always hoped for. It doesn't need to be big right away because everything has to start small, right?

Tok tok!

"Assalamu'alaikum, Arsh! Son!" call someone from the outside along with knocking on the door three times.

Arsy turned his head for a while, folded his money back and kept it in a simple wallet. Not that Arsy took it out but he kept it under the bed for a while.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" he answered. His feet started to move and got faster.

Clamps!

"Budhe, what's wrong?" ask the person who came who turned out to be a woman.

"Come in first, Budhe," he asked.

The woman came in, followed Arsy and sat down where Arsy showed her. The state of the house is so quiet, making the person can also be free to talk.

"Look, Son. I'm really being stuck. I need money, not a lot, just two hundred" he said.

Arsy was silent, did the woman come just to owe him? how does he know that Arsy is currently having sustenance?

"But I don't want to go into debt, son. Hem, I have a sewing machine that has not been used for a long time, son Arsy can buy it if you want." he added.

Buying a sewing machine? even Arsy can't sew, so what do you do?

"But, Budhe. I can't sew and what do I do?"

"Hem, if you want I can teach you until you can. Gini-gini I am an expert in sewing. It's just my eyes that can't be clear if sewing so I don't sew anymore. But if you just teach me how to." he explained.

Does Arry really have to buy it?

"I'm really asking for help, son. I really need money. I used to buy not new and only in the junkyard so cheap and I just want to sell at the same price."

"But, Budhe?" Arsy is still very doubtful.

There was once an aspiration to become a tailor. Opening a sewing house with his own hard work. Is this one of the ways that God intended for Arsy to reach a dream that was once only limited to wishful thinking?

"I promise I will teach until I can," he said again.His face was so begging but also full of confidence. Maybe he who wants to convince Arsy will teach him.

"Ba_ all right Budhe. I'll help." replied Arsy.

Although the intention is only buying and selling but both are clearly equally in the strand. Arsy can also have a sewing machine and can also learn and Budhe can use the money for whatever.

"But, Budhe. Leave the machine at the budhe place first. If my studies are coming, keep me asking do not tell my family yes, let this is only me and Budhe know." pinta Arsy.

"Yes, Budhe. Kanaya was very grateful."

"Budhe wait here for a minute." Arsy started to move.

Budhe is waiting for Arsy to enter the room. Before long Arsy came back out and sat back in the place. He gave the money to Budhe.

"Thank you, son. May you bless them all" he said.

"Yes, Budhe. Thank you." Thank you."

"When do you want to start learning?"

"Hem, tomorrow, Budhe. Is there anything I should buy, Budhe?"

"You just bought a big new book. The others are already in the budhe place you can wear them."

Those who are always patient will have a way in all good. Kindness will always approach him in unexpected ways.

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sure enough, no one knows about the problem of buying a sewing machine by Arsy. He also started to learn.

It's not easy for him to learn. He had also forgotten how to write well so that his writing also looks irregular.

"This is how, Budhe?" tanyakanya.

"This is like this. You put it here and here." Arsy was first taught to know the parts of the machine as well as its usefulness. Taught from where each strand of thread runs until it can reach the needle and can be used.

Although the machine was legitimately his but Arsy also felt fear as well. He has never used it.m, let alone use, just touch him never.

"Here you go, Budhe?" ask Arsy.

"Well yes, now you just put it here, m" he asked again and Arsy immediately did.

"Well, can you? you have to remember yes. You have to know where the thread came from until it finally reaches the needle."

"Yes, Budhe."

"Try now you press his feet slowly" he asked again.

"Good Budhe." Arsy learned very well.

The budhe smiled, had just taught but Arsy had started to be able to.

"It looks like you do have a big job in sewing, son. Hopefully you can quickly" he said.

"Hem, hopefully, Budhe." Arsy looked at her with a big smile. He'll be able to sew now.

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Seriate...