IKHTIAR AKMAL LOVE
FRIDAY BLESSING

Cyra who saw Akmal fell silent while daydreaming. He tried to bring her back.

"Mom why exactly? What was Abu dreaming about?"

Akmal heard Cyra's voice. It instantly came to a realization and turned its face towards Cyra. "So Abu dreamed of Mirza's brother."

The name Mirza. Cyra's face was slightly shocked and transfixed. "Sister Mirza?"

"Yes. And sister Mirza said goodbye and left you both to Abu. It was as if Mirza's sister had reminded Abu of the message he had given Abu first."

Cyra tries to be a good mediator between Akmal and Mirza. "This is all just Abu's dream. Maybe if that means. Umi believes Abu can definitely take good care of Umi and Aiza." Cyra rubbed Akmal's back gently with a smile.

"It's three in the morning. Does Abu want to pray tahajud before going back to sleep?" Akmal just nodded.

"Yes already. Clean up first in the bathroom" said Cyra.

Akmal then came down from the bed and cleaned his body first and then wudhu. After that he immediately enforced his prayer to perform the tahajud prayer service.

Finish performing tahajud prayers. Akmal then turned his hands up and prayed for the older brother who had left him first.

Akmal prayed fervently and passionately. Unknowingly, tears washed his face.

Cyra chose to close her eyes again. Because he is still an obstacle.

Akmal is done. He also went back to sleep while hugging Cyra affectionately.

The days changed. Akmal and Cyra were married for about a week. And today is the first Friday for the two of them to share with each other.

Akmal and Cyra are currently in the dining room for breakfast together. "Mommy's preparing the food?"

Cyra nodded. "Already Abi. All the food has been prepared since."

"Later Abu could not accompany Umi. Because Abu has to leave for college."

Cyra smiled. "Yes. It's okay with Abu."

"This. Don't forget to give it to those who come today, Umi."

Cyra received the envelope from Akmal with a confused feeling. "This is what Abu?"

"Little money for them."

Cyra really doesn't know. If Akmal turns out to have prepared money also for those who come to their homes later.

"Emm! Umi can't know. How much is this Abu?" Cyra asked very carefully. Fear if Akmal is offended or angry.

"Not much. Only one hundred and fifty thousand. Later if the same comes more than Abu has prepared. Umi just take the money in the usual drawer."

Cyra nodded her head. "Goddessa. Fine Ash."

It's cool talking. The views of the two of them were diverted towards the mang Roni who wanted to report. "Sir Akmal. Outside there are already about ten dhuafa people who want to ask for food as Mr. Akmal said yesterday."

Akmal nodded. "Yes okay. Ask them to come in and wait on the terrace. Tomorrow again tell them to go straight in. Mang."

"Well Mr. Akmal. Excuse me." Mang Roni nodded his head.

Akmal and Cyra just nodded. And Mang Roni then came out back to tell them all on the porch of the house.

"Come Umi. Don't tell them to wait. Poor thing."

"Mother! If it's like noon or afternoon there's still some coming how?"

"Yes, if there is still food, just give the same money as well. But if the food runs out. Give me the money" replied Akmal.

"Don't fear the poor if we're planting a stake in God. Trust Honey. God will replace it twice as much as we spend."

Cyra smiled so sweetly. And the two of them went out of the house to meet their guests.

The father of the ice cendol seller who yesterday was also in the line of them all. "Mas Akmal's. I'm here again. I bring all my friends and neighbors. They're all beggars and just scavengers or street sweepers."

"But I wanted to apologize earlier. Because I can't accompany you all. Because I have to go to work soon. My wife will represent me. Her name is Cyra. And I myself Akmal. You can call me with Mas, and my wife with Mbak."

"Both Mas Akmal, Sister Cyra," replied in unison from all of them.

"Mas Akmal's. Previously as a representative. Everyone and I would like to thank you very much for your kindness today. May God give you much more in exchange for both of you. And Mas Akmal and Sister Cyra may always be the tawadhu'."

The words of the father of the seller of cendol directly amied by Cyra and Akmal with sincerity from the deepest heart.

"Mom go first, baby. Daa Aiza," Akmal hugged Cyra. Kissing her forehead and giving Aiza affectionate kiss without shame before all of them.

"Assalamu'alaikum," the greeting from Akmal was immediately answered in unison from everyone.

Thereafter. Akmal got into the car to get to campus. Cyra was assisted by aunts and workers in her home. Directly provide food and cash that Akmal has prepared before.

It is fun to share. Suddenly a luxury car came into the courtyard. The car belonged to Rafiq's father.

Rafiq's father and mama Jian who had just come were quite surprised to see many people coming to the house of his son-in-law.

"Goddessa. You shared it all with them, son?" rafiq's father was delighted to see what Cyra was doing.

"Yes Dad. And Akmal just came out the gate. Didn't you cross paths with him?"

"Yes. We ran into him ko Nak, "not Rafiq's father who answered, but mama Jian.

"Sir Cyra. We've received everything. Thank you very much for your gift today. May your family's life be a blessing and far from the word problem" said one of the people who came.

Cyra smiled behind her niqab. "Aamiinu. Hope you like the food. And the money you receive may be useful to you too."

"Next Friday will Ma'am Cyra and Mas Akmal share it with us again?" one of the other people tried to ask.

"Goddessa. We will share as much as we can for the upcoming friday and other fridays, "cyra's answer is well liked by all of them.

After saying thank you and their happiness. The dhuafa went straight from Cyra's house.

With food left, Cyra told her workers to give it to people in need.

After the departure of the dhuafa people. Rafiq's father and mama Jian were immediately invited by Cyra with baby Zahwa who was already in Rafiq's father's hold.

It's pretty far from Cyra's house. The dhuafa peeked at the money in the envelope.

"Allah is one hundred and fifty thousand. Can I make rice and side dishes. So my kids at home don't eat cassava anymore.

"Alhamdulillah. I can also buy rice," said the others.

"I promise. If it's like I'm trading and passing by at the house of Sister Cyra and Mas Akmal. They'll give me my ice cendol for free" said the father of the cendol seller.

"Yes. I promise too. If the same as Mas Akmal and Mbak Cyra are in trouble on the road. I will help them as much as I can" said the scavenger.

"Yes me too!" the answer was straightforward.

"Mas Akmal and Sister Cyra are really very nice people. Rarely are there people like them. Even if there's definitely just being used as a mere content."

"Yes right!" sahut everyone.

"Let's go home. I can't wait to buy fried chicken for my son at home. Poor they were very eager to eat the chicken. But I haven't been able to buy it until now" said one of the street sweeper fathers with a sad face.

"Yes, I also want to buy shoes for my son. Poor shoes are already on the hole. At least, you can only buy old shoes. But it's better than seeing my son wear those ugly shoes."

Yep! If such were the discussion of the dhuafa who get alms from Cyra and Akmal. Even when they all get a good side dish and a lot in the rice box. Some people do not want to eat it themselves. Most of them choose to bring home the rice box to eat with their families. So that all his family could feel the good food they got that morning.

For Cyra and Akmal. Food and money are nothing. But they are aware and know. If the money and the food that the menu is not too good for them. There are people who are very grateful and grateful to be able to feel the pleasure.

Here we can learn a lesson. Whatever treasure we have. Don't forget to be thankful and grateful. Because what we have, sometimes there are others who want it too. But not deliverable.

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...***TBC***...