THE BIG FAMILIES
FRIDAY BLESSING

Like last friday. The family-owned Al-Huda Mosque again distributed the basic items.

This made many pilgrims come from various parts of the city. They both want a plastic bag.

"Those who hold coupons can do after prayer!" said the mosque manager uses loudspeakers.

Many men complained about the notice. They don't get coupons. Calvin shared it two days ago with his brothers. The young man even built a youth organization love the mosque.

Some mothers came to bring large plastics containing food. The mothers were from a settlement not far from the mosque.

"This is a blessing friday sir. Please accept. Only fifty packs of rice once a hap," the woman handed him a white plastic bag.

"Oh thank you, ma'am, may what you give be recompensed from Allah!" sahut mosque manager pleased.

"Mashaallah so we do not need to buy or call mamang-mamang sale again?" tanya Terra makes sure when told if plenty of food is available.

"Yes Ma, the mothers of the new complex are selling rice or catering. So they split some of their property into this mosque" Kean replied.

"Alhamdulillah, but pity mamang sale if that is it?" terra.

"Yes rather than mubazir ma" Kean said.

"That means today has not been the windfall of the sale," he continued to calm Terra.

Some traders deliberately run around the mosque. They seemed to expect their wares to be boosted as they had been.

But until entering the dhuhur. The woman who called them to the mosque never came.

"Oh, why aren't we called again?" asked one of the traders as his head stuck out to see the large building next to the mosque.

"Huh, you know I don't do much!" the other was disappointed.

"Bah mengingan I ngider than the base here there is no result!" he continued, then pushed the sales cart.

"Not Friday prayers first?" bargain other traders.

"This sunna is just it, right? Dhuhur prayers are common!" answer the disappointed traders.

Some traders followed his disappointed counterpart. But there are also those who carry their merchandise into the mosque yard to perform their worship there.

"Aren't we just doing that?" ask the merchant who went to the mosque.

"Yes if you want to ngider, yes ngider. I want to pray first," replied the merchant and put the money in his waist bag.

"But your trade is still a lot!" said his partner opened the lid of the meatball pot.

"Yes, but if you think of trading without thinking that gives you a fortune, do not end!" replied the poor meatball merchant then stepped into the ablution area.

Four men who work as traders join the prayer. They have tried, just ask and leave everything to the owner of the fortune.

“God created you, then gave you sustenance, then shut down, then turned on (back). Can any of those whom you associate with God do such a thing? Most Holy He and Most High of what they associate.”

Q.Y.S. Ar-rum: 40

"So what is the human power of God's will. There is not one man who escapes the sight of God!" khotib elaborated on his Friday sermon.

After praying, who would have thought that the four men traded a lot of buyers. They serve with happy faces.

"If we believe God is rich. This is proof that after we move, God replaces it with a double!" said trader siomay.

Not only did the four men's trade run out. They also get a bag of basic food from the mosque.

"We don't have any coupons sir!" refuse the chicken noodle dealer.

"This is an advantage sir, just take it!" said Dav handed me the bag.

The four men immediately said hamdalah. If the eight friends were to survive and slightly lower the ego to beg the owner of life.

"Do you believe this?" asked the merchant siomay staring at the large pouch in his hand.

"No, I still don't believe it. But this is the greatness of God who is merciful and merciful!" said the meatballs cuanky.

"I ask God to bow down my trade. I am confused by my son's illness, confused by a contract that is due" said the Siomay merchant.

"Yes, I did too. Prayer just wants to calm the mind to sell where not disturbed thugs," said the cuanky trader.

The four men came home with cheerful faces. Kean heard it all. The young man stared at the empty land not far from the mosque.

"If I put a poet there, what does Daddy get?" muttered.

The young man suddenly had a business idea that could help the salesman earlier.

"Build a playground and also a hawker place with cheap rental prices. Definitely rame!" continues enthusiastically.

Kean went straight to his father. He put forth his idea.

"You do what you think is good, dear" said Virgou entrusting his son.

"Thank you dad!" exclaim Kean enthusiastically.

Virgou looked at his son proudly. Kean is a boy who is still innocent, nosy but very creepy if angry.

Santos is the father of the triple eL, until the twitch is made by the young man who is more and more similar to Virgou.

"Chairman, the mafia board is targeting Mr. ShadowAngel and The Son of BlackAngel!" gomesh.

"What?" Virgou looked at Gomesh.

"Mr Satrio and Mr. Kean bombed a cocaine-carrying troupe weighing a ton of cocaine," Gomesh replied smiling with excitement.

Virgou scratched his head. He believes that not only the two men who intervened to eliminate the illegal circulation.

"Baby must be involved" he said, who was signed by Gomesh.

"Leave it. They would not dare to mess with the existence of BlackAngel. Have Leo take care of everything!" virgou said while giving the order.

"Okay Sir!" gomesh bowed respectfully.

While Kean came to the vacant Land that his owner sold with Sky and Reno.

"The land area is 700m², next to it there is also a baby vacant land," Reno said.

"We bought all papa!" said Kean did not want to take a headache.

"Later I hand over the same garden design Pa'lek Dewa," he continued.

In the afternoon they returned home to Rion's mansion. Today is the birthday of Ryo, Hasan, Hafsah and Horizon.

They are one year old. Ryo and others were delighted with the balloons decorated in such a way.

"Amah, tutusin lalonna!" the handsome baby's orders.

Dor's! One balloon exploded. Raka tightly closed her ears. The man also stabbed the balloon with a needle.

Laughter is created until the balloon decoration runs out without rest.

"Happy birthday, happy birthday and happy!" exclaim Azizah brought a big cake with a photo of her son and daughter.

"Bring a pandut!" aaima said she did not want to lose.

"Doyan doublet .. doyan doublet ...!"

"sell ... A poha!" all the babies were swaying their hips.

Seriate.

When you don't know the way. Come on down, remember God. Confident and trusting God must give an unexpected path.

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