IKHTIAR AKMAL LOVE
HELPING OTHERS

Cyra actually tried his new car around the complex accompanied by Akmal. He was so happy and really enjoyed his super luxury car with a happy feeling.

"How Dear? It's not hard to drive this car?"

Cyra shook her head while smiling. "No! The engine sound is very soft and the gas pull is very light."

"Thank you Abu. Umi really likes this car. No Umi thought. Umi could have a car like this."

Akmal smiled very sweetly. "If Umi wants to replace her car with a better one than this. Comeing! Will Abu deliver this time also to the showroom."

"Eh! Whynot? This one alone Umi was very grateful. Do not like to squander money for goods that are not too useful Abu. It will be longer in his reckoning in the hereafter."

Akmal pinched Cyra's cheek with affection. "More love this is the story."

Cyra also just smiled behind his niqab while enjoying driving his new car.

When Akmal and Cyra will return home. Accidentally looking at their eyes, saw there was a traveling ice cendol merchant who was sheltering under a shady tree on the side of the road.

Cyra suddenly stopped his car engine right next to the ice cendol merchant. And Akmal didn't ask Cyra that much. Because Akmal wants to know? What would Cyra do with that ice cendol.

Cyra, who had turned off her car engine, got out of the car. The ice cendol seller was very surprised. When a fancy car stops right next to his shabby wagon.

The cendol merchant who saw Cyra outside from inside the car. He immediately stood up from his seat and greeted Cyra kindly. "You want ice cendol Neng?"

"Emm later, sir. May I ask you a moment?"

The father of the cendol seller was saddened and finally allowed Cyra to ask him. The seller cendol. If Cyra would ask him for an address. But not his year?

"Do you sell your trades today?"

Although surprised. The seller still answered him. "Newly sell five packs of Neng. Maybe because it was too early in the morning also I went to fish," while wiping the sweat on his forehead.

Akmal is still in the car. Just pay attention to the wife who is talking to the seller cendol. Even if he doesn't know what they're talking about.

"God has great pity" said Cyra.

"Emm! Then then? Can I buy all my ice cendol today?"

The eyes of the seller cendol very bright. "Certainly Neng? Neng wasn't kidding, was he?"

Cyra shook her head while smiling behind her niqab. "Really Sir. Then then. Can you follow me to my house?"

The seller was very excited too. "Mau-mau Neng's. Can."

Akmal who really already feel very curious about the conversation between Cyra and the father of the seller of cendol. Finally, he decided to get out of the car.

The eyes of Cyra and the father of the sandalwood seller were immediately diverted towards Akmal who had just come out of the car.

"What's the matter, honey?"

Cyra immediately stood up from his seat and introduced Akmal to the peddler. "Sir introduce? This is my husband. His name is Akmal."

Mr. sandal and Akmal then greeted each other kindly.

"Mother. Umi wants to buy all this father's merchandise. Can ya? Poor his father."

Akmal smiled while embracing Cyra's shoulder cordially. "Of course you can dong darling. Then then. Umi just go home first. Let Abu push this wagon with his father. All sports."

Of course, the father of the ice cendol seller felt very bad with Akmal. "Don't Master! Later your clothes can get dirty and your hands can get tired."

Akmal smiled at the father's words. "Calm down sir. God willing I can."

"Yes already! Then then? Umi wait at Abu's house."

Although the new clock shows eight more. It is still very early in the morning. But the father of the sandalwood seller has started to walk around to peddle ice cendol merchandise.

While walking with the position of Akmal who pushed his ice cendol cart. He also while wondering to the father of the sandalwood seller.

"Have you been selling your ice cendol for a long time?"

"It's been about fifteen years sir."

The troubled Akmal is called sir. He told his father to call him by Mas's call only.

"Goddessa. Long time Sir. You have a family?"

"Punya Mas's. I also have a granddaughter who is seven years old. But her father died in an accident when she was five. And her mother decided to be TKW abroad."

Akmal was moved to hear the story of the ice cendol seller. "How many children do you have?"

"Thank God I have three children. First one, go be TKW. The second one is already working. Even if it's just cleaning service at the hospital. And the third is still second grade High School."

"So? You still support one more child and one granddaughter and the wife?"

The seller of cendol nodded in confirming. "Yes, it's."

"Did the first father like to send money to his son? Or the second father ever give the rest of his salary to the father or mother?"

"My first child often sends his salary. About three million or at most four million a month. But the money is not all I use. I just take enough. And the rest I canister for my grandson's future."

"If my second child. He often gave to me or my wife, if she had more money than his salary. My wife and I have always refused. Because he himself also needs to live later. I said the money was saved for the household."

"Keep from selling by yourself. How much profit can you make?" akmal asked again while continuing to push his wagon.

"A day about a hundred or two hundred thousand mas. That is if you do everything. And to play again for capital."

(Luckily author ngarang ye)

"But thank God you can help me with the money sent from my first child. So then? Although only eat rice as good as possible. At least we could eat that day. Than nothing."

Akmal felt happy chatting with the father of the ice cendol seller. "Masyaallah Sir. You are a hard worker."

"Oh yeah. Isn't it in this complex that I know there can't be a peddler, sir?"

"By ko Mas. Origin on one condition. Do not make a fuss and do despicable things, for example stealing or disturbing the comfort of residents here. And if you want to sell in this complex also must first permit the same portal guard in front. Just do not hold a Mas stall. If only it's around it can."

Akmal nodded his head hearing the answer from the seller's father cendol.

Chat while walking. Make them unconscious. If their footsteps turned out to have arrived in front of the fence of a sturdy and super luxurious house.

"This is my home sir. Let's just get the wagon in."

The seller was embarrassed. "No need to. Just up ahead."

"It's okay. No need to bother sir." Akmal then called the gatekeeper. "Mang Kasim's. Please help this man get his wagon inside."

Mang Kasim's. The husband of bi Ningsih was immediately sprightly. "Well Mr. Akmal."

Cyra, who had been waiting for her while holding baby Zahwa, smiled happily to see the arrival of Akmal and the ice cendol seller.

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