ZULFA FORTITUDE
Should Permit

" What do you do then?"

"Bikin' a pastry. For a while the sale through on line and neighbors around. So don't you let Lika."

"That's good" said the enthusiastic mama

"Then, do you have to get Herman's permission, Ma."

My mother breathed heavily.

"Indeed, you better get permission. But just tell me it's your job, you want to help me."

"Yes, Ma."

Undoubtedly Zulfa's happy heart, she immediately hugged her in-laws.

Mama Halimah, her mother is Herman. She loved her daughter-in-law as much as her own. Likewise with Zulfa, as if to find mother again. He feels very lucky. Although Herman often hurt her, but seeing Mama Halimah, his heart was healed.

Mama Halimah said so not without reason. He knew very well about the nature of his only son. Selfish with high self-esteem. So it is very difficult to accept that he works to just help meet daily needs. It was the same as humbling himself.

"Now rest."

"Mama too."

After she returned to her room, she went to Herman's room. Just see if he's asleep or not. When you sleep, you will feel calmer.

Worried that he hadn't slept, he made a fuss because Zulfa wasn't next to him. Thank God, he slept well.

Zulfa headed for his son's room. Towards Irwan's bed. Covered it for a moment. Then go to the other bed. Where Lika was also enjoying her beautiful dream. Smile adorning his lips.

The house is quiet again. Zulfa enjoyed the night with tranquility on both sides of the sweet children, who were already fast asleep. Leaving him to sleep, his eyes closed perfectly.

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As usual, before dawn Zulfa woke up. Help husband prepare merchandise. That is arranging tempe-tempe in a basket. Which will later be brought to the market, using a pick up car that he has.

Likewise in this day, after performing the tahajud prayer, rushed to the room of her husband who was still soundly asleep. He touched his shoulder to wake up.

"What is sich. Still sleepy. Just disturb." the mess with eyes still closed.

"Mas, bad luck." Change him touch his cheek. But Herman shook his hand violently. Then turn around behind him. Apparently he still wants to continue sleeping.

"Yes already" said Zulfa as he passed with a disappointed heart.

If this is the case, inevitably he will do everything. From chopping up tempe that is still spread over a large 'educator', until it is ready to be brought to the market.

Nevertheless, he lived it without much ado. Immediately he opened the tempeh cover of the banana leaf, which was still spread. And arranged on a shelf. Steadily resting on a long chair, he cut it carefully. Thankfully, there is a size. The wooden ruler.

It was almost finished cutting, and Herman walked over to it.

"Mas is awake. Sorry, Zulfa cut it into pieces."

He thought he'd get a thank you. But it didn't.

"You're nothing. If gini makes you lose out!" he said with sharp eyes. I eat it with a loud voice.

Until he jolted, making the knife in his hand loose. And fell, almost injuring his leg.

"Mas."shouted.

But it made Herman even more upset. So that his palm floated towards Zulfa's face. Luckily he managed to escape. Even if he did it accidentally. I wanted to pick up the knife that fell.

I heard Lika's voice crying. He woke up from a dream. Not finding his mother near him.

Zulfa immediately ran over, handing Herman a knife and a wooden ruler. Leaving Herman still angry and upset.

After feeling calm and asleep, he returned to help Herman who was completing his work earlier.

"Enter all into the basket. I took a shower first" he said airily.

"Mas, don't forget the dawn prayer."

"Don't be sok alim. I don't know what, if it's noon. Hunt away my customers later."bentaknya. Then go away and leave Zulfa.

Zulfa just looked down. Then he put all the tempeh into the basket. With all her might she lifted the basket up onto the pick up. Finally finished his job.

He used to hire his neighbors to help. But because he could no longer pay, he stopped. And now, he's doing the job himself.

Herman did not care about the difficulties his wife faced. All he knows is get to the market and get the money.

After finishing he was cleaning himself, to welcome the dawn of the morning . Because tarhim is over.

Coinciding with the dawn of dawn, Herman also turned on his car to leave. Zulfa ran up to him with the clumsiness he had been wearing.

"Yes buy it."

"the money?"

"Boros you are a wife. Cook yesterday that I love, it's over."

"Yes, I've. To buy soybeans, Mas."

"You know, my money's running out, too, you know!" snapped it.

" I'll have bad luck."

Although disappointed, Zulfa tried to be patient.

"Mommy, you want to make cakes for sale. I'm helping mom, right?"

Looks like he's thinking.

"Whatever."

Zulfa pulled Herman by the hand and kissed him.

"Assalamu'alaikum ...." Zulfa said it first.

Not without reason he precedes. Because all this time Herman never said it. He took the initiative to start it.

"Wa'alaikum salam ..." replied Herman without looking at it. He stepped on the pedal. Immediately went from before Zulfa, along with the melodious tone of praise of the son of Zainal sir in the musholla.

Seen her in-laws out of the house wearing a crutches, towards that direction.

"You pray at home. Later Lika woke up."his advice, because he saw Zulfa who wears the hut. It is thought to be worshippers in musholla.

"Yes, Ma" Zulfa replied. He returns home, worried that Lika or Irwan might wake up.

Alhamdulillah, finished performing dawn prayers, they are still asleep. So Zulfa can calmly prepare a milk coffee drink for her in-laws. He also returned from Musholla.

After that, he sat down for a moment. The money that was in his hands.

This is the money that Mama gave last night to Irwan as well as Malika. He really didn't feel entitled to the money. But how else.

Forgive me, son. Only that, which he was able to whisper in the heart.

" Ma, I'm going to the stall first."

"By buying the ingredients to make the cake."

"Yes" answered Mama briefly.

"Titip Irwan and Lika, Ma."

"Hurry over."

With wide strides Zulfa pierced through the darkness of dawn which began to blur by the timid sunlight that appeared. Heading to the grocery store which is 500 meters from his house.

Until there the store is still quiet, only the first door is opened. Holy, the shopkeeper smiled at Zulfa.

"Alhamdulillah, it is open" said Zulfa.

"But for a minute, I open all the doors first."

While sitting on the long chair, Zulfa waited for the saint to finish opening the door. After that he approached the Sacred Master.

"Sir, may I speak."

"By the way, it's still quiet" said the Holy Father.

"Bak I want to make cookies dry, for me to sell. But no capital. May I take the ingredients from the Holy Mother. And the payment later."

"Well, I'm so happy for Zulfa. I'd rather lend in that way than borrow money."

"Really, Ma'am."

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