The Samawa Till Jannah
Episode 90's. Aksa Award
Anin was getting ready to go to work, in her creamy, hijab-clad work suit.
Carrying a briefcase and quickly he stepped up, after dawn he did not have time to pray together in the mosque until several times hit by scolding with budenya. Though advice, but it must be listened to.
"Bude I left first yes," Anin shakes hands to his budenya who allow sewing needles and now bude wants to switch to the profession as a tailor, usually selling if you want more lebaran let alone a lot of orders. But, usually bude open the seams before Lebaran and it does not approach also fitting Lebarannya.
"Wh-where are you going?" Bude approached Anin, Anin who hurriedly brought some files and it was also a taxi in front of the house.
"That's going to the office." Sahut Anin, Bude frowned in wonder and Anin quickly entered the taxi. Not having time to talk anymore, because seeing the clock that spins fast enough makes it a little late.
"Can't be fast anymore? You're already a few minutes late," The driver nodded then with a quick swing and the streets were so slow there was no direction whatsoever.
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Anin rushed into the office, but it was very quiet. There are employees who are still working but only a few, because others are in liburkan and soon lebaran, there is leave on this day of Eid as well as holidays in addition.
Anin squeezed the elevator button, but there was a person inside. Anin waited for the end, and the elevator came back again.
Anne entered, after reaching the upper room. Anin stepped towards Aksa's room. Asking for accountability, why did he enter today? I want it maki-maki.
"Assalamu'alaikum, good morning..." Greet Anin by knocking on the door, and walking into the room.
It turned out that Aksa was there, with her secretary.
Anin's eyes she tilted, clearly Aksa pricked herself.
His secretary came out.
Aksa smelled a smile and knocked on the table.
"Propay Sir!" Anin.
Aksa sighed harshly, and looked at Anin who lowered her head.
At first Anin wanted to curse his boss on this one, but instead was frightened.
"What time do I want to meet you at first?" Anin was already in cold sweat, was Aksa going to be the one to curse her.
Ah it feels like coming out.
"Sir's fasting, can't be like that sensitive woman. If the woman again obstruction of anger can, but also can not provoke anger from the person who is fasting. Lah father? Men should be first, so set an example for their children." Anin's reply went there instead, but Aksa finally smiled and nodded.
"OK now you bring that file, and work on it right now! Because it has to be finished now!"
Anin walked quickly, took some files and for a moment what was it?
When there is a goodie bag, hah Anin was surprised not to believe.
"This is what, sir?"
Anin's eyes glowed, when he saw the contents of the goodie bag.
"Open it! That's for you, and this is for Bude and Pakde will make Eid." Aksa said, Aksa stood up.
"We're getting married soon, and I've got everything ready. And it's my gift that I gave you for the first time and your family." Anin nodded, the contents were a couple of gamis that matched his bude and pakdenya.
"Thank you, man,"
"Yes are the same." Sahut Aksa's.
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A few days later, Anin still remembers the incident with Aksa, now he daydreams while stirring the cake dough that will make the cake.
"Nin it's wrong, you're wondering what the hell is it?" Bude pacing, adding spices let it taste good.
"Let's go, but try to find it in the closet! I think there is." Anin nodded and took out a container that looked like a tray.
It is not enough for two containers, a lot of cake will be made, to be shared with mothers as well, and at the same time make in the mosque, share takjil.
"This dude wants to put plastic what is bude paper? This is also complete. That's it, too" Anin said, staring at the cakes that smelled on his nose.
"Nin you arrange all in the box, so in the contents of five fillings only." Bude justifies some cake positions.
Later in the night it was time for me to see the words, the beautiful and pleasant voice heard, every mosque and mosque, all of them echoed takbir.
Tomorrow is a feast day, people are busy with cooking and baking. Which will be served the next day.
Anin glanced towards the clock, already spinning quickly. Bude is also struggling with cooking, which will be made to break the fast in the mosque later as well as bringing snacks for people who shout takbir.
"Where's the captain, bude?"
"In the mosque, he said he wanted to make a speech for tomorrow as well and take care of zakat. You will go to the mosque for zakat, son. It's your duty, you should too. Bude already represented, Pakde's husband bude." Bude replied, Bude took the groceries in the refrigerator.
"You bought the rhombus, right?" bude asked as he looked at the table.
There aren't.
"Well, where's nin's rhombus?"
"It's in front of the still, not yet taken. Later will also divide ketupat also 'kan from the village hall, directly distributed evenly in this village. Bude don't know what it is?" Anin arranged the order of the cake, and already slick, can be expected to be a craft.
"Kok Bude don't know," Bude replied by stepping to the front of the terrace.
"It was already on the notice board there, and the agenda is later tonight all that news." Typhoon Anin.
"Has a matter of course, it's important now cook the same opor rendang, you want pecel?" Bude asked, because Anin agreed that Bude would finally make it.
"Nin, if it's neatly arranged and placed there, let's not disturb if it's cooking again." Bude said, Bude cut meat and then he will boil it to be tender and the chicken has not been cut.
"Oh yes, you can't cut a chicken by yourself?" Bude continued, Anin shook his head quickly.
"No bude, I don't. Trauma, especially.... Bude, not strong anyway." Anin shook her head, she was afraid of the chicken and the farmer giggled.
"You, this time lost to that SD kid... How try?" Anin hugged Bude's body, and Bude stared at the spices he was going to puree.
"Bude, I miss my mom... Especially if mom cooks every want to ebaran, surely mom asked me first. Wouldn't you make it?" Budenya wanted to smooth the seasoning but was hindered by the word Anin.
"Yes, it's so nin, if not asked later not in eating 'kan redundant, you want to cook for his own needs. That's for sure" Bude replied.
Anin tails the hair of the bude, which has grayed and wrinkled, or the green muscles begin to look. His skin will soften, Anin smiled.
"Bude tomorrow to mom's grave, yeah."
"Yes, Bude will negotiate with Pakde. Did you buy her clothes?" ask Bude.
Makes Anin remember with a tote bag loved by Aksa.
"God, Bude." Pekik Anin's.
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