The Shabby Wife You Ignore
A Sincerity

That morning, after the slaughter of aqiqah animals in the family home of Hamzah Anggara, suddenly surprised by the arrival of a tall man dressed in rags to ask for mutton one plastic bag. He asked for the meat because he felt hungry all day not cooking and eating.

As Hamzah and the citizens turned to look at the man, they gasped in shock. Instantly, sir ustad Suhadi said,

"Aren't you Mas Zafian?"

Mr. Ustad Suhadi approached the man and looked at the man from top to bottom. And he knew that the man dressed in rags was Fauzan, the son of Widya's mother, a neighbor of a housing complex not far from the Hamzah family home but different from RT.

"True Mr. Ustadz, I am Zafian, after I was released from the prison cell by my Father, I went home Mama and Mama I kicked me out because I was considered a child of disobedience. To stay at Dad's house, I was ashamed of his new wife. So, now I live in a cardboard house under the bridge there!"

It turned out that the tattered man who asked for the mutton was Zafian who had come out of the prison cell. His life has now changed one hundred percent who used to struggle with property is now a vagabond due to his rash actions.

"Oh. So. How's Mas Hamzah? Mas Zafian wants to ask for raw meat one plastic bag is it given or not?"

Mr. Ustadz Suhadi asked the Host for advice about Zafian asking for goat meat aqiqah.

"Oh. A moment."

Hamzah immediately took a plastic bag and the meat was given to Zafian.

"It's Zafian. If you want to eat cooked food come into the meal with me!"

In addition to giving her a bag of plastic mutton, she also offered Zafian to eat with her inside Hamzah's house. However, Hamzah was a friend during his college and Hamzah felt compassion for Zafian who was currently in trouble.

"No, Hamzah. I only ask for this raw meat then I leave immediately."

With a bag of plastic filled with meat, Zafian immediately turned around and would return to his cardboard house under a bridge near the highway there.

"Fauzan! Wait up! This is what I charge you for your life. Accepted huh?"

Hamzah walked quickly to Zafian who had turned around and before Zafian had gone too far, Hamzah had stopped him first and gave a red note of five sheets. Hamzah was so sorry to see Zafian like that. And it seems that his nature has changed so, Hamzah wants to help the poor man.

"Hamzah, don't bother, I can work alone. The money was given to Elizia, your godly wife. I don't deserve this much money. I now realize, happiness is simple and does not have to be luxurious. Yasudah, man. I'll go home first. Give my regards to Elizia."

A Zafian began to cry for himself. Because only this time he realized how valuable Elizia was in his eyes. However, now he did not want to disturb his former first wife. Because Elizia deserves to be happy with the right man for her, not with him - a selfish man who doesn't know how to feel about women. He now regrets all his actions. He will make amends to himself by living quietly under a cardboard bridge even though it is full of pain.

"Fauzan. Accept this money. I didn't mean anything. It's just that I want to give you a gift."

Hamzah still forced Zafian to accept the money because he felt that there were people who really needed the money. Hamzah felt guilty if the money was not received by Zafian.

"No! Don't force me to ask for that money from you, Hamzah! I will try to find my own job. Right now I just need this meat, excuse me."

Zafian remained in his position of not accepting the money that Hamzah gave him because he felt he could live his own life even though he really needed money to eat and the need to connect lived.

"Well, if that's what you want, but if you need money, you can call me. I'm ready to help you, buddy."

With a sweet smile, Hamzah offered Zafian a helping hand whenever it was time. As long as Zafian has changed, and for the better then, Hamzah will be ready to help his friend.

Instantly, Zafian began to set foot into his cardboard house under the bridge and the longer he was not seen from Hamzah's house.

Hamzah is now starting to resume his show. Not long cut-and-cut the goat meat was over, now live cooked by the mothers in the kitchen. Now it is the turn of the fathers to rest.

A few hours later the meat of the aqiqah was cooked. Once warm, the meat dish is wrapped in clear plastic and then put in a box and equipped with rice, shrimp crackers, pickles and other components.

"Alhamdulillah yes, Mas. We managed to slaughter and cook the aqiqah meat. May this show be a blessing."

Elizia who was in the middle room while holding Aslam saw the neighboring mothers and relatives who were arranging the dus containing a menu of aqiqah meat dishes that will be distributed to the residents after the study a simple one will be held at the Hamzah family home. Mr. Ustadz Suhadi will lead the study of the aqiqah. He also includes ustadz who has qualified in the matter of speaking.

"Alhamdulillah, Here Aslam Mas Gendong. You must be tired."

Then Hamzah began to take Aslam from Elizia's arms while waiting for the study to begin.

A few minutes later, the gathering of the fathers began. The fathers of the complex began to arrive to attend the aqiqah event held in the Hamzah family. Aslam Anggara is the son of Hamzah Anggara and Elizia.

An hour and a half later, the event was finally over and one by one the participants got a box of aqiqah menu dishes. After everyone else gets the menu. Gradually the fathers scattered to leave the aqiqah event. Only Ustad Suhadi was left because he was last waiting for the participants to come home.

"Sir Ustadz, thank you for filling out the aqiqah from our son Aslam. It's from us giving some funds hopefully Mr. Ustadz receives them."

Hamzah, who was still sitting on the carpet and facing Ustadz Suhadi, gave an envelope containing money to Ustadz Suhadi and hoped that the ustadz would receive the money from Hamzah.

"No need, Mas Hamzah. I'm willing to fill out a study event here. Never mind, that money, you keep it or to buy urgent needs. I only bring aqiqah cuisine box menu. Then I'll go home first. Thank you for the time given to me for the benefit of the people."

Mr. Ustadz Suhadi refused to give money from Hamzah. His duty as a preacher in his home complex, he did it sincerely, if he was given money by the citizens he refused on the grounds that the benefit of the people must be done sincerely. Unless he's invited to a public lecture whose congregation is thousands and his place is far away then, he said, he received the money from the inviting party and he considered the money as a tribute given to the owner who held the celebration. Not used as a way to raise windfall.

About supporting the family, Mr. Ustadz Suhadi has a large fish pond somewhere. So, about the treasure he has had enough. Then with a quick step, ustadz Suhadi will be home soon. When the fathers had returned home, Hamzah Anggara began to enter the inner room. And there are still some mothers who clean up at the Hamzah family home. And there was one parsnip mom wrapping rice in a crackle bag and said,

"Mas Hamzah, I ask for more credit? Same is the goat gulai that was in the basin I took all huh? You see my son amounted to tigs of people and had not eaten all since this morning. His father is no more."

The mothers of about 30 years asked for rice and meat dishes so that Hamzah would give them to the mothers. Hamza who heard this said,

"really? Why didn't you just tell Elizia? You know, your child is sent food first so as not to starve. Mom, hurry home and bring the rice along with the meat dishes for the children. Oh, yeah, it's some money because I helped cook and clean up in this house."

Hamzah gave five red sheets to the mothers. Unexpectedly, amidst the happiness of the Hamzah family, there were still people who needed and needed to be given help.

"Thank you, Mas Hamzah. May the good deeds of Mas and family be received by God."

With teary eyes the mother received money from Hamzah. Hamzah did not expect, how happy the mother was to be given money by him which according to Hamzah, it was a small money that could have run out in a few days.

Suddenly three little boys came and approached Hamzah and the mother, saying,

"Mom, we're hungry. Did Mom bring us a piece of cake?"

One boy about 8 years old asked his mother for a piece of cake. Hamzah's eyes began to glaze over and he immediately approached the boy.