
Inside the car seemed so quiet, they seemed so focused looking ahead. Not long after, they were all in front of the house.
Like a king, Mang Ojo was well served at that time, Mang Ojo and family came out of the door that had been opened wide by the presidential palace service driver
At home they and their families immediately pray and perform a prostration of gratitude, for the provision they got that day.
A sign of a servant's gratitude to his Catholic. For they have bestowed upon them a mercy and a provision which they never thought possible.
After the completion of the prayer, Mang Ojo conducted a family deliberation. The money given by the president as currency cendra, will be used as additional capital for Mang Ojo and Fatma's business in trading.
Thanks to the help of Allah SWT now Fatma trading is running smoothly, day by day Fatma trading increasingly rame his fans.
So Fatma became overwhelmed to cook it.
It was also realized by Mang Ojo. As usual, if there was something that could not be solved alone, Mang Ojo must have held a family deliberation.
He will ask for opinions from his children, even though his son is still a child. It was all deliberately he did so that later his children did not make their own decisions even though it was very easy and can be overcome.
Sharing opinions with the closest people is certainly a very pleasant thing. Especially to my own family.
“Son of a good and healthy Father, thank God, because today we are still given health and long life from God.You know why tonight we have deliberation ?”
Everyone was silent, no one commented at that time, because at that time everyone did not know why Mang Ojo gathered them. It's just that their eyes are looking at each other.
“You guys on wonder aren't ?”
“Iya Sir, we don't know why today you gathered us all.”
“Look at our stalls more and more rame buyers, with two employees, I see your Mother is so difficult in serving buyers, do you have an opinion about this ?”
“Iya ! how about we add more employees, to help Mom in selling ?” intan's advice at the time.
“Where do you agree with Intan's opinion?”
“Agree !”
“If you guys agree, then how many people energy will we take ?”
“If according to Mother, for now we need ten people power Pak !”
Hearing that many employees were needed, everyone was surprised.
“Don't be surprised first, all of that is intentionally done, because besides they all get a salary, they also get food from us, in addition, the purpose of Mother so that they no longer scavenge, and they can live decent lives like us.”
“Wah, Mom idea turned out great too huh ?” praise Al Huda while hugging his beloved mother.
“Ya, yes ! You also agree with the Mother Idea, because in this way, indirectly we have helped them, lighten the burden that rests on his shoulders.”
“Yes, Sir !”
“That's good, I totally agree, then when do we find the workers ?”
“Tomorrow Let Mother herself find them all.”
“Where are the kids, do you guys agree ?”
“Agree !” answer the five children of Mang Ojo simultaneously.
“How do you think kids ?” asked Mang Ojo once again.
“If I think, we better find two people of labor to help cook and wash dishes, if the inside like serving buyers and cleaning all of us who will help.” Intan.
express his opinion.
“I also agree Sir." said Zaki, "I can also help you shop in the market.”
“If according to Nurul, what do you think dear ? Ask Fatma.
“Hahahaha !" Everyone laughed amusedly.
“Yes already, if in your opinion, your mother is right Intan, because in addition to us need his energy, we can also help them from the economic burden that squeezes.”
“Alright, I according to what has been agreed upon." replied Intan in a soft voice.
“Yes, what if Nurul helps Mom, just clean up, Nurul will, right?" Fatma asked her youngest daughter.
“Ya Nurul would like, Bu.” Answer Nurul girang.
Seeing all smiles, little Dika also laughed amusedly.
“My kids ! We are currently being tested by God with abundant sustenance, the Father just reminds us all, to be careful in acting, acting, and in deciding things.
“Ya Pak.”
“Moreover the way we talk, do not be arrogant and takabur, because it is not our clothes. And for Alhuda who is now an adult, you should be able to share your time, do not leave college just because you want to help parents.
“Good sir, advice Mr. I will do well.”
“Use your study time as well as possible do not follow the steps of people higher than us, always look down, so you know who you really are.” Mang Ojo.
“Good Sir ! Advice from the Father I never forgot.”
“Well now, because our restaurant has rame visitors, so you have to be active again working to help Mother.”
“Good Sir ! Answer the children of Mang Ojo simultaneously.
From that day on, all the Mang Ojo children worked more seriously, they were so deft in helping Fatma, serving the buyers. They were all so happy, because they never again consumed agate rice as usual.
Despite the happy life, Mang Ojo's children are still as they used to be, humble and helpful among others. They never forget the place where they fell. The education and attention of both parents, is the main factor that makes them polite to everyone.
That morning after finishing the morning prayers berjama’ah, Fatma began to prepare everything with the help of twelve employees.
They are all residents of the slums, who have been working as scavengers like Fatma used to.
For Nita and Laila the work is very valuable, as well as others, when compared to being a scavenger whose wages are not much.
It was unexpected that Fatma at that time, when she was about to open her rice stall, suddenly outside had been waiting for dozens of journalists in front of her restaurant.
“Yes for goodness ! why are you sitting there ? Come on in, here sit !” Fatma said as she invited the reporters and reporters to sit down.
After all the reporters got a seat, Fatma ordered Nita and Laila to make drinks.
Not a few drinks came, then Fatma let them drink first. After the reporters relaxed, Fatma prepared breakfast for them, each journalist got a portion of food.
“You are certainly tired not ?” Fatma said, sharing the food with them.
“Mother knows that we are hungry!” utami said one of the reporters of tempo magazine.
“What time did you guys come here?” Ask Fatma.
“If I was six and a half this morning ma'am!” Beno.
“If I'm six Bu !” Reply Satria.
“Yes you guys have a lot, how many people are all ?”
“There are twenty-three people Bu !” Utami replied in a loud voice.
“Good, well now the food is ready as much as twenty-three boxes, you can eat it.” Fatma said, with a sweet smile on her lips.
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