
Zain and Khumairah had already sold two cows that they had brought from the forest. Now the results of the sale will they make capital for the business.
Zain tried to see the condition of the village, what kind of opportunities that can be used as a business.
Zain saw if opening a business of a grocery store complete with various attributes of the villagers will make his business grow.
"Honey.. We open a grocery store, huh? Because if you work rough Mas can not be with one foot" said Zain expressed his heart.
Khumairah just nodded his head, after all he did not understand in the business world.
"As for Mas, how good it is" replied Khumairah obediently.
Getting permission from his wife, Zain started his business and asked for help from Mr. Halim.
Zain began looking for sales that could supply his merchandise stock.
Zain began to seem to change. He became more and more introspective and began to accept his current life condition.
Living with Khumairah taught him what sincerity is. Letting go of all her grudges against Amyra makes her heart feel airy, and opens up love for Khumairah who now so lovingly accepts her.
He now realizes that his revenge against Amyra only leads him to destruction and makes him a loser.
After getting what he needs, Zajn plans two days to open a grocery store. Because he has ordered to several sales and suppliers of his merchandise.
Khumairah helps her husband pack the items that will be sold later.
Even Zain has bought the rented house at a low price, because the village land price can still be sold at a very cheap price.
"You don't get too tired, honey.. Let Mas do all this" Zain told Amyra.
"It's okay, Mom.. Let Mai move too, it is not good to keep quiet without working" Khumairah replied sincerely.
"Yes.but the message of Mbok Jumi the masseur last night, you have begun to fill, and must be careful.. Pity our baby-to-be" Zain tried to remind.
"Yes.. Mai remembers koq.. Just help the light" replied Khumairah trying to ease her husband's work.
Zain shook his head looking at Khumairah's stubbornness.
He knew that his wife liked to work, and his body would hurt if he just lounged.
"Yes already.. Promise not to lift heavy things" Zain tried to remind once again.
Not long ago, some goods in the form of food orders in the form of rice, sugar, tea, milk, and so forth came using a pick up car.
Zain and Khumairah's grocery store is a grocery store that is among the large village. Because the big store is 5 kilometers from where they live.
So Zain made sure if the business he chose was right, to make it easier for villagers to shop and meet their living needs.
The arrival of Zain's merchandise, made the neighbors swarm around. They also help to lower the goods in large quantities.
Zain did not expect that the care and attitude of gotong royong was still inherent in the village where they lived.
The neighbors who saw Zain's physical condition only had one leg feel pity, and helped Zain organize his merchandise.
Khumairah took the initiative to make coffee and snacks that would be served to neighbors who helped them.
"If I lived in the city, I would not have found a scene like this. Where the people are indifferent to anyone" Zain muttered in his heart.
Zain felt haru with all the attitudes of the surrounding residents. After they finished helping Zain, they enjoyed the treats provided by Khumairah, they chatted and laughed at each other about the light issues of life.
There is no blasphemy, dropping, or business competition that is commonly done in the city.
If you want to open the same business, then the distance between one business and the business owned by the old citizens must be at least 1 kilometer.
All of that is to create harmony and the absence of competition.
If you live in the same place, then business people must open different businesses, and to avoid social jealousy.
Near Zain's grocery store business, there are retail fuel sellers, workshops, coffee shops and different businesses from him.
After enjoying a treat from Khumairah, residents say goodbye to each other and thank each other.
"It turns out there's good living in the neighborhood, Ya Mas.. Help each other" said Khumairah while staring at residents who had dispersed.
*****
The sun was shining so brightly, Zain started opening his grocery store. The buyers started to come and shop.
Suddenly there was a voice from Mushallah, an announcement of grief in which the son of Mr. Halim who had been a witness to the wedding of Khumairah and Zain died of dengue fever.
Instantly the people who were shopping sped up their shopping and would go visit the funeral home.
Seeing residents who seemed to visit the house of Mr. Halim, Zain and Khumairah also followed the residents and closed the shop for a while.
Zain and Khumairah were astonished to see how the attitude of the citizens who carried royong provided and perfected fardhu kifayah for the late son of Pak Halim.
At once Khumairah remembered her late father, where they both had to take care of the body both.
Khumairah imagined that if only he lived alone at that time, maybe he could not imagine taking care of the bodies of his parents alone.
All citizens understand their role. Some take care of the bathing part, take care of the shroud, even digging the grave also voluntarily.
Khumairah learned it all, if neighborly life was necessary.
Khumairah seemed to help what he could help and tried to blend himself with the surrounding residents, so he quickly became familiar with some residents there.
Finally Khumairah no longer felt his life in solitude. After the completion of the fardhu kifayah, Khumairah and Zain returned home, and opened their stores again.
"Mas.." call Khumairah.
"Yes." replied Zain while weighing sugar in sizes of 1 kg, half kg, and also a quarter, to make it easier for him to serve buyers.
"Real neighborly life is good huh? Everything is assisted with selflessly" hcap Khumairah while smiling
Zain stopped his work, and looked at his innocent wife.
"It's because it lives in the village, honey.. All the attitude of gotong royong is still there, different from the city life, where the people behave stupidly" said Zain, reminiscing about his life while in the City.
"What's the city like, Mas?" tanya Khumairah was curious.
"One day Mas will take you to the city, but at least we have a pick-up car like a freight car last night" Zain promised Khumairah.
"Can you bring a car?" tanya Khumairah could not believe it.
Zain smiled at a silly question from his wife, because before venturing into the business world he was once an online driver who finally met Amyra as his passenger.
"Sure, dear" Zain replied casually.
"Gee.. Mas turned out to be great, secretly able to drive a car" Khumairah praised innocently.
Zain looked at his wife, that little thing was his pride. Zain promised to close the story of his past and would bring Khumairah to the city, if the case would disappear and close.