Men's Soleh Wealth System
33. ATM Walk

*Halooo, I'm sorry, brother and sister. I missed the update because I returned home. So rada is hard so the time hallucinating the level of gods if again in the village. Today we are up again*

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The jockey was already preparing to run away because he remembered the incident some time ago. Residents arrested and tried Aziel after morning prayers. However, when he was about to flee, all the congregations approached

"I'm sorry, young man. We are indeed too dark of an eye to continue to accuse due to being affected in your past. We heard you gave big money to our mosque. From today we promise to be positive about you" said one of the congregation.

"Hopefully the money is not the result of robbing people's homes!" muttered another.

"Ssttt! Good prejudice!" prevent the others again.

Aziel just bowed his head. He was confused as to what to do. The expression he was about to give was not knowing what to look like. Aziel only nodded her head with a flat face.

"Yes, it's okay. We are all just ordinary people who will not escape from the Khilaf. I also apologize for all the past that I have done, may God provide guidance for us all in the future," he said flatly, but his heart was so sincere in saying it.

[ ding ding ]

[Wuluuuh, your words really describe godliness without demand. So I give you an additional bonus by rounding up the balance in your account to Rp500,000,000,- ]

Aziel reflexively gawked and he cupped both hands to his face. "Alhamdulilbornabbil'alamin."

The jockey elbowed Aziel to hear the hamdalah that had just been spoken in his colleague's mouth. "So much for you, huh? Everyone approaching?"

Aziel turned her head, and glanced at the ABG boy who was beside her. "After this, let's buy all the things you want!"

The jockey was shocked and his eyes were wide open. "Really?"

Aziel nodded her head. He put his hand back in his pocket. He walked closer to Ustadz Syahrul, pulling him to a location no one else could see. Then, he handed back a handful of money that he had just danced.

"Please keep this a secret, sir. I hope you will give a little of what I have to the orphans and poor people around here. I trust the Father and Allah is All-Knowing."

"I am sure that all that is given in halal sustenance will be a blessing and a benefit to the one who receives."

"Sir Ustadz don't worry, God willing blessings and nothing I will harm with the unexpected sustenance I get."

Ustadz Syahrul patted Aziel's arm slowly and nodded modestly.

[ Congratulations! Now your saldom has doubled, to Rp1 Billion rupiah! ]

Aziel flinched and without realizing it his body sagged prostrate. "Subhaanallohi walhamdulillaahi walaa ilaaha illalloohu walloohuakbar, walaa haula walaa quwwata illaahil 'aliyyil 'azhiim."

Ustadz Syahrul. "Why do you even give thanks?"

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The next day, two sport bikes stood in unison on a reot hut. After getting an overflow of sustenance, Aziel invited Joki to the motorbike showroom and bought a sports bike for his housemates.

They were ready with school uniforms and the appearance of the Jockey looked more presentable and clean, with the new uniform that Aziel bought as well. The school equipment used is all new.

"Although my bike is not as cool as you have, but this is how grateful I am." The jockey turned on his new motorbike. "Thanx, Bro. I don't know what's going on, but I like it as much as you are now running an ATM. Sat set sat set, eeeh just show up his money."

Jockeys began to drive out of the yard they called the cage, followed by Aziel at the back using his own motorbike.

Without them knowing, there are some people in a group who pay attention to them. "So, for a few days they did not rent because they bought expensive motorcycles? Fuck them! Don't know who's messing around with you?"