The pounding pounding from the rented door managed to wake him from his dream. Still in an unconscious state, only eyes were open, and for a moment ... what had he just heard? Shortly afterwards the bang came back clearly, this time even louder than before accompanied by a man's scream.
"Mas ... !! Maaaassss .. !! "
It looks like he was familiar with his voice.
"Ma'am, is this someone or not?"
Ouch ... that must be him. What other reason should I say? Gawat.
Fear and Confusion mixed with strange feelings suddenly struck Didi. A few days before he had tried to search everywhere but still failed, he had not yet found a loan.
Shortly after turning his brain, he ventured to move to the door which had been noisy because of the banging. Although not sure, the rented door opened slowly. Didi realized at that time was carrying the mistake he made himself, but he tried to remain calm. Now he was right in front of the man.
"When will the rent be paid, bro? What date is it now? " Asked the rented guard while flipping through the receipt.
"Duuhh ... yes sir ... sorry ... if there isn't any now, sir, because yesterday there was an impromptu need, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow if there is definitely I will deliver it to your house." Full of doubt didi try to convince the old man with an original answer, he was not sure he would get money on that day.
"But surely when? Mas? !! I didn't want to be rich yesterday, Mas said there was, then I wanted to deliver, but where is the proof? !! Until now there hasn't been any mas !! ” His voice rose, the chat that morning suddenly became the center of attention of several neighbors. It seems like he was really angry this time.
"Yes, sir, sorry ... But tomorrow I will try to have it, sir."
"Can you actually pay, bro? !! Because of that bro, it's the second time I have had to borrow money for monthly rent deposits !! " There was a clear expression of anger there, but his gaze was like he was thinking about something.
"But yes ... I will give you one last time, tomorrow I will wait at home, if you still don't have it please look for another rented house."
Didi took a deep breath and exhaled loudly after the old man actually left. Still behind the tightly closed door, he just dropped to his knees and squatted, then rubbed his hair with his palms and then came down and stopped right in his face. It felt a little relieved now, there were no more pounding noises and at least he was safe for the whole day, but all that did not reduce the slightest clutter in his head. Didi must immediately find a way to keep his promises tomorrow.
Hoping no one saw, the next day he pulled out the motorbike and then locked and padlocked the rented door. This morning usually the neighbors have not left the house. This was an opportunity, gone for a time he could not be sure to return to.
Along the way, he kept hoping that the friend he would be visiting now could help him. Because, this time he must really and immediately get the money.
Without further ado, when he arrived at his destination, he was immediately greeted warmly by his friend, Bani.
"Are you sure you didn't come to work today?" His friend started the chat while preparing to drink.
"Yes ban. The thing is I can't focus on work if I'm in this situation. I don't know where else to look for a loan. "
"Yeah, I understand, but as I said earlier, I also really can't help you now, di. Well maybe this is what is called rice has become porridge, if your mind is not as dead end as that surely none of this will happen, right? "
It's true what the kids say, I'm indeed stupid, why is this self so easily blinded by money, Ccckkk.
In silence, Didi tried to examine the words of his friend. He bowed, remembering when he underestimated the situation, regardless of what would happen, he had spent almost all of his salary on the table in the last two months, not to mention the promise he had made the other day.
In an instant he realized something that soon his mistakes would increase soon, he would repeat his mistakes again, he would disavow.
"But OK, if for a while, you can stay here first, it's fine, I'll try to find a loan later, too."
"Thanks ban."
It only takes 10 minutes, now it's neat and ready to go to work. While pulling out the motorbike, he said goodbye to Didi, who continued to sit leaning and watching TV with his gaze.
"I'm leaving first. Oh yeah, since you don't have any grip at all, later in the afternoon if you want to eat with just my money, I prepared it on the cupboard. "
Without asking for an answer, Bani immediately closed the door and started the engine and left.
Time continues to rotate minutes and hours ago, but didi still not move because he was busy thinking about something so he could keep his promise. Every now and then just open the cellphone with a myriad of hopes there is a reply to embarrassing messages that he sent to several numbers in his contacts. But unfortunately, for some reason fortune hasn't sided with him.
Even before dzuhur, didi still did not get an answer. Until it was not felt now he was asleep with a cellphone that was still clasped. Not even his sleep reaped a dream, he moaned softly, his eardrums like catching something. The opening of the eyes, the sound was more clearly heard. Oh it turns out the call to prayer, didi remembered, beside the rented house there was a mosque. I wonder what attracted him to immediately sit down, then get up and prepare myself.
Cckkk ... didi suddenly annoyed. As usual, in the midst of his preparations, laziness began to arise and then his mind collided again. Even so, this time he could not refuse his heart. Even though his mind was full of doubt, his feet kept moving, until now he was really already inside the mosque. There was a longing burst in his chest. Yes, because this place, his favorite place first. I do not know how many years he had not faced himself in the mosque.
After the prayer he pondered. It's been a long time since he felt this air of calm. His heart suddenly cool and relieved. Dhikr and prayers in a row he chanted in his heart, unconsciously, his vision began to blur, it turns out in the corner of his eye there is a puddle, then poking and just flowing through his cheeks that are acne scars. Didi deliberately let her tears continue to flow, because in each teardrop she felt an increasingly tranquility.
30 minutes already he bowed, then got up when he felt like someone was patting his back. When he stood up, didi realized that there was no one besides him when he turned his gaze to all corners of the mosque.
Then who was that? Ah, maybe just my feelings.
Without thinking, Didi then went home. In front of the mosque while he was taking one of his sandals from a distance, he approached someone.
"Didi?"
"Ehh, Jamal?"
"Wow, you happen to be here. Can I ask you please? "
"Yes, you can ..."
"Do you know this mosque's DKM management?"
Not yet had time to answer, suddenly a father came and asked the jamal again, "Um ... excuse me, mas, want to find a mosque caretaker? If you may know what you need, huh? "
"Oh yes sir, like this ... we both just want to share a little sarong and mukena from some volunteers sir, because yesterday there was someone who accidentally stopped by here and informed us that in this mosque there is no sarong or mukena available, so we immediately came here. Maybe you know the management? "
"Subhananllah ... yes, of course I know Mas. The problem is that the head of the mosque committee here is me ... me. "
"Alhamdulillah ... what a coincidence, sir."
"Well, let's go into my house first."
Jamal and his friend then followed the father's footsteps, while Didi was also invited by Jamal to go alongside them.
Coming home from there he asked Jamal and his friend to stop by Bani for a while. There is a spark of hope in his heart. Without further ado, he returned his friend for a moment then told me all the problems that were happening to him. For the umpteenth time Didi regained more awareness and regret for his mistakes when Jamal and his friend tried to give a little comment and advice to him.
"I can just help you in, I happen to still have a little savings, but if you can, can you help me first?"
Like a flower that blooms in the morning, now her face is increasingly changing, no longer withering as before.
"Thank God ... of course, mall. Whatever it is I am ready to help as best I can. "
"Alright, now you get ready first, we have to go to 10 more prayer rooms today, right in front of your motorcycle, right?"
"Yes Boss." High spirit started to come out from him.
Around 21:00 they finally managed to spread the sarong and mukena in the 10 prayer rooms. Even though there were several small mosques located far and far away, thank God their affairs were given a smooth process until they were finished. Didi did not immediately go home, he was invited jamal to his house.
Arriving at their destination, they immediately cleaned the body and then gathered in the living room. Jamal came out of his room then gave an envelope to him.
"Is this the mall?" Didi asked.
"That's the little money you need."
"Thank God ... thank you mall, thank you ..." Didi was happy again.
Not long Didi leave. Because that night he had to immediately hand over his money, so that the next morning no more noise from the rented door.
Ah, that voice again. Not that I paid for it last night.
The banging of the door came back, very loud, even now his voice was getting closer and moved to the window. But suddenly lost, the seconds in his hand vibrate seconds.
Oh, a call came in, Bani?
He immediately picked up, "Hello, yes ban .."
"What are you doing in? I call not answered, open the door !! "
"Yes, yes ban, sorry ..."
He opened the rented door which was locked from the inside.
"You sleep, huh? I've been banging too. "
"Ehhh .. yes ban .. sorry .."
"That you were sleeping, television was not turned off? Ccckkk .. Ouch ... didi .. didi .. "
As if ignoring bani scolding, didi began to get confused again, realizing that he had just experienced a dream.
Ccckkk ... damn it !! Regret resurfaced in his heart. Didi again struggled hard to rack his brain, looking for what else to do. But still, only the deadlock he found. He has run out of stock of friends who can be contacted.
"Never mind, don't be so sad ... here is a little help from my coworkers." Bani approaches him and offers an envelope while mesem.
"Is this a tire?"
"Already ... just open it."
He opened the envelope in his hand slowly.
"Thank God ... thank you ban, thank you ... this is only real ..."
"You mean, at?"
"Oh ... it's fine, tire."
Well, maybe this is the instructions from_Nya so that I can share and use the fortune that I get for something more useful.
And of course, I will never again be trapped in a distorted road.