Surti's loyalty
Robbery Attempts

The day was going slow. This is how Surti and Mas Diman felt.

The pain experienced by Mas Diman made Surti almost desperate, because her husband never healed.

But fortunately there is Kang Ahmad who always comes to visit and always gives advice, so always be patient and steadfast in all trials.

"Your sick man is not as sick as the US prophet Job suffered, he suffered pain for 18 years.

" Yes kang, but I am an ordinary human being, not a prophet who is stranded there is a sense of despair, " said Mas Diman while enduring the pain in his stomach.

"We are not prophets, but we have faith, so strengthen our faith, that this is a provision from God, but also must keep the effort not to give up, continue to beg God, God, He is the One Who Heals all sicknesses, Rutinkan read this prayer, Laa syaafiya illa anta syifaa'an la yughaadiru saqaman. Hopefully heals quickly.

"Yes kang, I will try to read it regularly, " said Mas Diman.

Kang Ahmad had come home when the rain was about to fall, the sound of thunder boomed.

The rain came down, the wind was strong, the sound was loud, while lightning continued to strike. The atmosphere became very tense.

Surti who just finished praying isya in the back room mushola, directly to Mas Diman's room.

"Mas, it's a big rain of cold air" Surti said as he arrived at the room.

"Yes Dik, please cover me. " Pinta mas Diman on Surti.

"Good, Mas... " Surti also covered her husband with a thick blanket.

To warm his body Surti makes instant ginger wedang, and,

Drunk with the dried cakes he bought at the market this morning,

"Sik, did you hear the sound of a motor to our yard? " Task Diman to Surti.

"Oh, no Mas, I was behind again cooking water for ginger, so I did not hear the sound of the motor. " Answer Surti.

"Let me look ahead, "Surti then went to the living room, revealing curtains to look outside the house.

Outside it was pitch black, the rain was still heavy, the Ifah bi shop where Ahmad kang drank coffee looked dim. There was no motorbike parked in the yard.

"Ah, there's nothing. " The murmur is in the heart.

Surti returned to Mas Diman's room. "There's nobody outside, there's no motor parked." Surti.

"Huaaah.

"You're sleepy, just sleep. " Surti said.

"Yes Dik, but usually this hour is not sleepy, even every night I have trouble sleeping. " Sahut Mas Diman's.

"Four hours we usually talk first with Ahmad, after returning from the mosque he came directly here. " Tutur Mas Diman again.

"Huaaaah." Mas Diman.

"Yes, go to sleep, Mas" Surti asked her husband.

Mas Diman finally fell asleep, while Surti came out of Mas Diman's room, because he did not feel sleepy.

Surti chose to watch television, while snacking waiting for drowsiness to arrive.

Surti got up from his seat, walked quickly to the kitchen, and looked towards the sound of the door being forced open.

Seeing something dangerous, with gasps and a beating heart, Surti ran to the living room, with trembling hands he locked the door to the kitchen.

Surti was very frightened, his body shivered, but he tried not to panic, he took a mobile phone in the living room, he quickly entered Mas Diman's room. He quickly locked the door.

"Mas.. . ., Mas.... . . Bangun Mas.. . . There's someone in the back to come in. " Surti cried, shaking her husband.

"What is.. . . ? Tanya Mas Diman was shocked.

" There's a Mas man, behind who is willing to enter by force! " Surti's voice is shaking.

"Try the phone mang Jana Dik, ask for help afraid to rush in." Pinta Mas Diman's.

"Iya Mas I tried Mang Jana's phone. " Surti said while directly taking her mobile phone, trying to contact Mang Jana.

"There is no signal Mas, how this, can die us," Sahut Surti frightened.

While behind the house there was still the sound of the door being pounded. The mood is getting gripping.

"Look, you've locked the middle room door that wants to go to the kitchen? "

"Udah Mas, why did you Mas?" Ask Surti.

" Sir, I designed this house to be safe from criminals or looters, all the doors of our house are made of teak wood, the hinges are also good, the keys are good, too, so strong will not be broken.

So calm, Dik, May we be saved, we ask God to be protected from people who mean evil. "

"Yes, may we get help from God and be saved. "

Surti and Mas Diman were solemnly praying, while behind there were people who tried to enter, but had not succeeded. I don't know what he wants. Perhaps they intended to rob Surti and Mas Dinan of their wealth.

Finally at around 3 am, no more sound of the door being pounded. Maybe they cape and give up. The rain has stopped.

It is true said Mas Diman, that his house is designed to be safe from criminals, looters and robbers.

Surti and Mas Diman were so excited to pray until they fell asleep. So deep sleep they finally woke up late at dawn.

As soon as Surti wakes up.

"Alhamdulillah, we are Happy Mas, it is day, has the villain gone? Ah I'm still afraid.... "

"Try Mang Jana Dik's phone, maybe the signal is good now." Pinta Mas Diman on Surti.

"Okay, I tried again, "Sahut Surti.

Finally Mang Jana can be contacted, Mang Jana also came to Surti's house to secure the situation and check the back door that last night wanted to be broken into by criminals.

Seen by Mang Jana scratches on the door, especially the key part looks used to gouge using sharp weapons, but so strong the door does not work in the breakup of criminals.

Surti was grateful to avoid the danger.

"Alhamdulillah, O God Thou hast saved thy servant from distress" Surti said.