The Nick's Life
Pawpaw
Nick is glued to his place as he enters the ballroom at the hotel where he works. He just wanted to see if there was anything else his client needed. Currently in the ballroom is held Rakernas one of the major parties in Indonesia. To open the Rakernas event, they first listened to the tausyiah from one of the famous scholars in the country.
Nick's eyes continued to stare at the middle-aged man wearing a cocoa shirt complete with a kopeah and turban hanging around his neck. The cleric reminded him of the figure of Ustadz Harun. People who were once part of his life. Even though he was only together for three years. But the charismatic figure gave a deep impression on him.
Ustadz Aaron or commonly called Nick with the name abi is a soft figure. Never once did the man hear him say in a loud tone. This declined to Farid, the only son of the famous religious leaders of his time. That's why Nick has so much respect and love for Farid. Distance and time have separated them.
One of Nick's men approached and reported that everything was in accordance with the wishes of the client and there was nothing to add. After getting the report, Nick exits the ballroom. The man returned to his room. Ranti immediately followed Nick into the room as soon as his boss arrived.
“This morning I want to eat what?”
“Let's go, I'm not hungry.”
“Do I bring a snack maybe?”
“Ngga.”
“Good sir.”
Ranti came out feeling disappointed. His efforts approaching Nick these days have been in vain. The man was like a sturdy wall that could not perk as hard as he tried to make a gap. Nick himself does not know the meaning of Ranti. That's what keeps him at a distance. Even he planned to change the secretary because he was uncomfortable with the girl's attitude.
Nick took his phone. He saw some photos of himself with Iza while in Bandung a few days ago. Her smile expands to see the beautiful face of the girl she loves. His thumb rubbed the smiling face of Iza. He decided to send a message to his girl.
To My Aiming at: : :to My :
What again?
From My - A.K.A.S.A.: from My - A.K.A.K.A :
Just returned home abis graduation list.
To My Aiming at: : :to My :
When's graduation?
From My - A.K.A.S.A.: from My - A.K.A.K.A :
Next month.
To My Aiming at: : :to My :
Can I come later?
From My - A.K.A.S.A.: from My - A.K.A.K.A :
May, but wait outside😁
To My Aiming at: : :to My :
No problem. Let the rain storm also I will keep coming.
From My - A.K.A.S.A.: from My - A.K.A.K.A :
Lebay.
To My Zi - :
😂😂😂
I work again. Bye Hon's..
Nick waited a while, but Iza did not return the message again. The man just smiled, he already understood how Iza was. The girl will never reply to her message if it reeks of love or affection. But Nick can imagine that now the face of his favorite girl is meeting red.
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Honda CRV Nick stops near the entrance of a park. His exhaustion worked to make him want to breathe fresh air. Actually this Saturday Nick is off but because there is a sudden job, he must enter half a day. Nick chose to sit in front of the park, near the cilok seller who was hanging out there. On a whim, he approached the seller.
“Pak, it's a peek huh?”
“Iya. Want to buy?”
“Bby deh. How many portions?”
“Five thousand.”
“Ya has one serving aja.”
“You what herbs mas? Use peanut seasoning or soy sauce?”
“Hmm.. peanut seasoning deh.”
The man who sold the cilok nodded then started making his cilok order. Nick sat on a long wooden bench provided by the seller. Before long the cilok is ready, he took a plate containing the cilok. The merchant sat down next to Nick.
“Udah long sir sangkal here?”
“Lumayan mas, it's been a year.”
“What is your daily income pack?”
“Ngga of course mas. sometimes dapet a hundred thousand, sometimes only as soon as. In fact, I only got twenty thousand.”
“Name of sale yes sir.”
“Iya.”
Sayup-sayup heard the voice of adzan ashar. The seller stood up and headed for his car. From inside the wagon he took a sarong also kopeah. Then he approached Nick.
“Mas, I want to pray first. If you don't mind, can I drop my cart for a moment?”
“Please pack.”
He nodded his head and rushed into the garden. He wanted to perform prayers in the mosque in the park. While Nick still enjoying the peek calmly. Suddenly there were three ABGs approaching the cilok cart. One of them looked to the right and left, looking for the figure of the seller.
“Kak, the gripper where ya?”
“Again prayer.”
“Yaahh.. about a long time no?”
“Ngga know also yes.”
The three girls waited for a moment. Nick noticed the three who seemed to be already saturated in waiting. Finally Nick took the initiative to make their cilok order.
“You how many servings? I'll make it.”
“Totally kak?”
“Iya.”
“Three servings of kak. The one peanut seasoning, the two soy sauce sauces seasoning.”
“Eat here or wrap?”
“Wrap.”
Nick nodded, and he picked up the plastic on the wagon. Open the lid of the pot then start to put the pegs of fifteen pieces into it. The peanut seasoning is on demand. Next he made another order, peek with soy sauce sauce seasoning.
Unexpectedly, other buyers began to arrive and order a peek to take home. Nick was quite a hassle making an order that was almost twenty packs. His hand kept moving inserting the peek and wrapping it. In the midst of his busy life, there are buyers who steal the opportunity to take pictures of him, there are even selfies as well.
Finally all orders are completed. Nick returned to his seat. Soon the seller returned. After putting the sarong and kopeah into the wagon, she sat down next to Nick.
“Sorry, a little long. I just hooked up a tadarus for a minute.”
“Ngga anything sir. Yes, there were a lot of buyers. Sorry sir, I was serving the buyer. It's a shame they left. The money I put in the drawer.”
“Yeah mas, thanks loh.”
The man went to his cart and opened the lid of the pot. It turned out that the rest of the pebbles were only a quarter more. With a bright face he sat back in his place earlier.
“Still yes mas.”
“Sama-sama sir.”
“His hands sell a lot as it turns out. This must be the selling factor. Surely they are curious about the same taste of the cilok sold bule,” Nick chuckled to hear it.
“Bapak can. I feel like a champion father. But by the way if you pray rich again, who guards the cart?”
“Ya stay mas.”
“Ngga afraid of money or merchandise taken by people?”
“I often ngalamin mas. Once so done praying, I see the money is already lost. I have also lived a little trading but the money in the drawer did not increase. Never also cilok run out, money also runs out.”
The father chuckled considering the misfortune that had befallen him. Nick looked at the man in astonishment. He could have laughed at the unpleasant incident.
“You should bring money in the drawer if you pray or delay first pray until there are people who can be trusted to keep the cart.”
“Mas.. mas. salat kok delayed. If I suddenly die and I have not prayed, how? There is already something terrible. I pray as a Muslim. I just trust God to keep my trading.”
“But the evidence is father's loss right?”
“When God takes something from us, believe that there will be a substitute for us. It could be that in exchange it's more or something more valuable,” the man continued.
Nick was silent, all his life he kept feeling lost. Bryan who loves him must return to his home country. Ustadz Aaron was like that too, going away for good, then followed by ummi. Lastly, Farid also left himself, following his wife to live in Kuala Lumpur.
But until now God has not given a change, a figure he hopes to guide him, become his role model. That was what disappointed him so much that he decided not to trust God anymore, because it kept him losing his loved ones. Deliberately abandoning what he is told and doing what he is forbidden.
“Pak.. can you make four more servings? Two use peanut seasoning, two use soy sauce sauces.”
“Ok mas.”
He immediately placed Nick's order. Before long the order was so, Nick took the money out of his wallet.
“Take the change sir.”
“Loh this is mostly mas. Some mas did not have to pay, it had helped me take care of the cart,” the man was about to return the money given by Nick.
“Take aja sir. I bought a loh. If about me guard the cart, like you said, it's your fortune. And this is also a gaffer's windfall, so don't be rejected.”
“Yes Allah, thank God. Thanks to mas.”
“Sama-sama sir, I go first.”
After picking up the plastic, Nick returned to his car. Soon the vehicle started moving. Nick took a direction towards the coachman's land. He was going to visit Iza at his house.
Half an hour later, Nick arrives in front of Iza's house. Before getting out of the car, he contacted the girl first. When he saw Iza get out of the house, Nick got out of his car. He gave the peek he bought to the girl.
“Why did you come here?”
“Mau thanks cilok.”
“Ish..serious Nick.”
Iza looks worried. Not only because Nick came suddenly, but because the day he chose was not right. Today is his ab holiday. Not to mention now is Saturday. Iza is afraid that her father may suspect his relationship with Nick.
“Seriousness. I had no intention of coming here, met the lizard, happened to be a good lick so I bought it for you.”
“There's abi me Nick.”
“Yes good dong, let us know each other more closely. Don't know then don't love.”
Iza patted his forehead irritated, talking to Nick was like talking to a wall. Since the man had already come, inevitably the girl invited Nick in. They decided to sit on the terrace. Iza went inside to put the pegs and make a drink.
Soon Iza came back with a cold drink and a plate of pegs in her hand. He had a glass on the table and sat in the chair next to Nick. The girl started eating the lilok that Nick had brought her.
“Hmm. Buy where?”
“In the park.”
“Which park? Parks in Jakarta are many.”
“Taman deket hotelku.”
Iza mangosteen while continuing to eat it. While from inside the house Rahardi watched his daughter who was talking to Nick. Even the man tried to steal hear what they were talking about. But Mina came and took him to the dining table. She serves the lilok that Nick brought and also fresh tea for her husband.
Moments later, there was the sound of adhan maghrib from the mosque which was not far from Iza's house. Rahardi immediately prepared to perform the Maghrib prayer service at the mosque. Iza also went inside to get ready for prayer. Nick still survives sitting on the porch. As Rahardi passed by, the man rebuked him.
“You don't pray?”
“Please om. I'm here only.”
Rahardi cleared his throat then rushed towards the mosque. Iza went back to the terrace and asked Nick to come inside. The man entered and sat in the living room. Iza and ummi returned to their respective rooms for prayer.
Ten minutes later Iza returned to the living room. The girl sat down in the chair next to her. ummi who had also finished praying headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
“You're not mad I didn't pray?”
“Ngapain should be angry? Prayer is a private worship, I want to do it because you are sure and believe that prayer is your duty as a Muslim. I want you to pray because the proof of your obedience to Allah is not to please me. I believe that time will come for you.”
“Please Yes Zi.”
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam.”
Rahardi returned from the mosque. She sits in the living room, joined by her son Nick. Iza's feelings began to unsettle. Rahardi beckoned Iza to go to the kitchen to help her prepare dinner. Although heavy, the girl obeyed his brother's orders.
“You're non muslim?” Rahardi started the conversation.
“Muslim om.”
“Then why not pray?”
“Sorry om, I am indeed Muslim but honestly I still have not carried out my obligations as a Muslim.”
“You know that prayer is a pillar of religion. Prayer can guard us from evil and evil deeds. How do you keep yourself from vile deeds if you do not fortify yourself with prayer?”
“But out there, many people who have done their duty to pray but still do not do right. Means the prayer he did could not keep himself.”
Rahardi cleared his throat, not expecting the man in front of him to be able to reverse his speech. Even he dared to look directly into his eyes. The thing that his students rarely did was to be too afraid of the aura that this middle-aged man gave off.
“Don't blame her prayers. But it is indeed that person who does not practice his prayers properly and correctly. Until it has no effect on his life.”
“Eat him, I don't want to be that kind of person. I want to worship not physically but driven from the heart. I want to pray that is not only done to abort the obligation alone but can be reflected in my attitude and actions.”
“Then when will you start it.”
“If the directions have come to me.”
“The crime was picked up, not awaited.”
“I was picking up my guide, via son om.”
PRANGS!!
Both Rahardi and Nick were surprised to hear the sound of objects falling from the direction of the dining room. Mina rushed over to Iza who had just broken the plate. Quickly the woman tidied up the shards of the shard on the floor. Iza was standing still in her place. She was shocked to hear Nick's words.
“What is this?” asked Rahardi who rushed to the kitchen.
“I.. It's abi, I didn't accidentally fall in plate.”
Iza hurried to pick up the broom and the pengki to clean up the remaining shards of the shard. Nick who had just been silent, began to move from his seat and approached the dining table. His eyes collided with Iza's eyes.
“Sorry everyone, I'm sorry to go home first.”
“Ngga come to dinner here Nick?”
“Ngga to ummi, thank you.”
Nick grabs Mina's hand and kisses her back and turns to Rahardi. Mina nudged the arm of her husband who still did not extend his hand towards Nick. Reluctantly, the man extended his hand. Nick kissed the back of his future father-in-law's hand.
Mina gestured for Iza to escort Nick forward. Iza and Nick left. Mina immediately pulled the hand of her husband who was about to follow the steps of the princess. Inevitably Rahardi remained silent in his place.
Iza drove Nick to the front of his car. Before getting into the car, the man turned around and looked at Iza. The girl quickly lowered her gaze.
“Sorry, you must be surprised by what I said earlier.”
“You're really excited anyway.”
“I don't want to play cat-kickingan abi you, Zi.”
“Yes but not so fast, Nick.”
“Can't you trust all this to me Zi? Let me conquer the heart of your brother in my own way.”
“I'm just scared of Nick. I'm afraid abi did something to separate us.”
“What's it like?”
“Start me maybe.”
“Then I will prevent it with all my might. I hope you don't have any thoughts. Just pray that your ashes soften his heart. Pray also I managed to take abi.” heart
“You also pray. We pray and strive together.”
“Iya Zi, yes. I go home first. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam.”
Nick got in the car and drove away. Iza smiled as Nick said hello. His heart prayed that God would give guidance to the man immediately. Not to forget he asked to be given the ease to be with him.
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**If anyone sells Nick model cilok, every day will be able to cilok😁
Congratulations on fighting Nick, conquer Abi's heart like you conquer Iza💪**