THE STORY OF THE POOR MAN WHO WAS TAINTED
SULTANS

THE GIRL, whose real name is Dona Pratiwi, is being questioned by a female lecturer named Susi's mother. Dona was still standing in front of the class and her head lowered as her face occasionally turned towards Susi's mother.

The conversation between the two of them began from Susi's mother's question to Dona, her misfortune student.

"where did you come to Dona's class from...???"

"sorry ma'am, this morning it was raining heavily and I was late due to too long waiting for public transportation to arrive." replied Dona politely and he just bowed to admit wrong.

Susi's mother then watched Dona closely and then she looked at her disciples and said to the students who were sitting.

"open your office accounting books all. find a three hundred page whose title is about the standard policies of individual sekertariat office." said Susi's mother's appeal to her students who were sitting on her desk chair each.

Dona who is still quietly sculpting in front of the class, can not do anything before getting an order from Susi's mother who according to her, Susi's mother is a lecturer who is somewhat judes towards her students.

the male and female students, estimated to be thirty, were opening their textbooks just as their teacher had ordered them to.

Then Susi's mother looked at Dona and said firmly to her.

"other times do not repeat again!. Now you forgive me and immediately sit in your chair!" said Susi's mother full of assertiveness. Dona just nodded according to what Susi's mother said and did not forget also Dona said a word of thanks to Susi's mother who had forgiven Dona's mistake late in the class.

The state of the moving place in a room wide and spacious.the room was Doni's room and the owner of the room had finished his morning shower. he was wearing clothes that he often wear everyday when he was still living in the house of the mother Goddess. his clothes are very simple and this time his way of dressing is not much different from the one he wore last night.only, his jeans are long and plain white t-shirt.

The young man still did not dare to wear his newly purchased clothes and the clothes looked very good because his clothes were branded expensive.good clothes and classified as expensive, it was, already he bought when himself bought his new cellphone which was at that time delivered by Mr. Yaris when they came home from the mother of Dewi and stopped by a super mall to buy goods needs Doni.

I don't know what is in the mind of the young man who always humbled himself it. even though he was said to have included a rich person or a proverb today called 'Sultan', even though he was spelled out to be a rich man or a proverb today called 'Sultan', all the wealth of property in his property that does not make it for the event exhibited to anyone or in the photo and then distributed through social media. the child is not a doubt or pretentious of the wealth that is sipatnya luxury. he only thinks of people whose positions are below his example is a small trader or beggar up to his other lower circles. doni's identity is still trapped in the bitter story of his past. he is still aware of his life that was once difficult and does not want to be greedy for wealth like his biological mother.

Clothes that are still sealed neatly have Doni put back in his closet. he will wear the clothes if he is traveling to a place or if at any time he visits the five restaurant companies, then he will wear the expensive branded clothes.

The rain in the morning that before it was heavy, now it has started to stay drizzling. Doni was picking up some money in his iron safe and he had put it in his little brown leather bag.The little bag he had sipped on his back was, the contents of his only money that amounted to tens of millions of rupiah.he deliberately brought the money, the clutter, for he donated to the charity box inside the mosque that he once cleaned when helping grandfather Sarkim work as a mosque marbot or mosque manager.

Not many people who helped Doni when he was still struggling to find a place to stay until looking for work.only the family of Sarkim's grandfather and Mr. Ustad Rojak who was willing to help iklas Doni's distress at that time.

Do'a is always offered by Sarkim's grandfather and Mr. Ustad Rojak to Doni when finished performing the five prayers, now it has been granted with his degree of Doni whose beginning is just an ordinary child who is without a purpose, now becomes a child who has a wealth of wealth that is not small. all of that happened because Doni's late father was an owner of a large company and when he died he had bequeathed his property to his only child. but if Doni's father was only a factory worker or a job worker, then there is no inheritance that should be passed on to his son. even to become the boss of a company or to have a treasure that amounts to trillions of rupiah, all things must be impossible to happen and maybe until old and dead will never be accomplished.

The young man has now gone down to the first floor and opened the office door that is still in the lock. After Doni opened the office door, he then went out and locked the office door again. the direction he was heading was a mosque called al-barjanji mosque.The distance is a bit far from the shophouse pinangsia towards the mosque.in order to accelerate up to his, Doni was ordering an ojek online and he was standing on the sidewalk.

Cloudy clouds slowly began to change with the bright morning sunlight towards noon. The drizzle of rain water has now subsided and only leaves the muddy streets and moist air.

Doni immediately put on his black sweater because he also felt cold due to the rain after the rain, the mask did not forget he was wearing and the hood of his sweater he wore on his head. Doni's look was very closed, from the start of long blue jeans limited to the eyes and also black and white sneaker shoes that he had just bought before he had worn. only branded t-shirts that he did not wear and instead wore his black sweater that was dull and scuffed.

He was still waiting for his online motorcycle taxi to arrive and his head was staring left and right towards the road.His bustling vehicle passing by made Doni feel envious to have a private vehicle. he then contemplated and deepened in his heart.

"carry a motorbike I can't, let alone drive a car...???" speak the inner Doni and then continue his inner speech.

"do I have to learn first to Mr. Yaris time yes. once I can, I will buy a private car so that it is easy to go anywhere and do not need to have to wait like this." the inner word of Doni was raging alone in his heart.

Ojek online that he had ordered while still in his room, has now come and stopped at the edge of the trotorar. ojek online then asked Doni.

"mas Doni isn't it.???"

"iya bang. I order ojek online." said Doni answer the question brother ojek online.

Then Doni sat in the back seat of the motorbike brother ojek online after Doni said deliver to the address of the route that has been sent to the mobile phone brother ojek online before him. the older brother just nodded and then took Doni to where he was headed.

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