INSPIRATIVE STORY Little people who never get THR or 13th salary (A contemplation of the life of the little people ...)

INSPIRATIVE STORY

Little people who never get THR or 13th salary

(A contemplation of the life of the little people ...)

"Wow ... the bananas are good, Mbah ..."

I said while crouching in front of elderly women who were selling on the roadside in front of the market ...

"Lha monggo _dundund (purchased) ..." _

said the woman cheerfully.

It's really very old, his face full of wrinkles. His skin is black. Thin body.

But his voice is still loud screams), cheerful. His teeth look still intact.

"This is a yellow kepok ... good to be rejected.

This white kepok ... if fried very sweet ..

Lha if that ... banana pista, thin skin ... sweet fragrant.

But don't buy it because you haven't yet ...

I just silently watched his deft hand movements, even though he was ndredheg (trembling.)

"It's been a long time selling, Mbah ...?"

"Not yet, this is chasing fortune for Eid."

"How much is your son?"

"Kathah (many) ... ... on the glidik (work) ..." _

"How come I don't just rest to Mbah ... siyam-siyam why selling?"

"Really, it's because of my sister, I can't rest ..."

While Gusti Allah _paring (give) is healthy ... "

I was stunned by the answer of the elderly woman ....

I saw his hand wiping his forehead and forehead which dlèwèran (dripping) with sweat with a worn scarf ....

Among the ‘wild’ sellers on the road front of the market, this elderly woman was one of them who held merchandise without being soaked (the shade).

Even though the day was unusually hot.

"What time do you go home, Grandma?"

"At three o'clock back ... ... there is an obligation to prepare a drink for the children of the TPA."

"How come the obligation, who obliges Mbah?"

"Really, (yes, myself) ..."

"Ooo ... I see ... Every day, during fasting?"

"Well ... it's only fifties ..."

"Wow, you are great (you) are great ..."

"It's only with the small handle ...

The important thing is that the children are diligent in Koran ..., Grandma is happy.

Don't be stupid like this Grandma who can only be Fatihah ... "

I'm more choked up.

I put all the bananas offered in a crackle bag.

"How come there are so many things ... what do you want to do, mas?

Asked the grandmother in surprise.

I just smiled.

"How much is Mbah?"

The elderly woman mentioned the nominal that made me astonished ....

"How come it's really cheap, Mbah ..."

"Mboten (ah or not) ... that's right, this is not a wholesale banana (from buying), harvesting your own garden ..."

"Really ... thank you ..." I said while holding out money.

"Ouch ... there's no change, not yet _Kayon (sold) ..."

"I'll trade first ..."

I deliberately left the elderly woman.

I put a banana in the car.

I started the car engine ....

It's a bit far from that elderly woman ...

I put some ten thousand new bills, in an envelope,

It's enough to be divided by one for TPA children

which is said to be in the fifties.

I opened the envelope glue and then I got it.

 This is mbah, I have exchanged it, it's just right ... "

The elderly woman received the envelope still with her trembling hand dredheg.

Without waiting for an answer, I immediately left.

The next day I stopped by again ... but it was empty

Next I stopped by again ... empty too.

Curious, I asked the next sword trader.

"Why aren't you selling it, Ma'am?"

"Oh no, he is ... selling if you just harvest bananas ...

Sampeyan to yesterday gave me an envelope.

Walah Mbahe is crying _ngguguk (sobbing) ... ... jare bejo, (he said he was lucky) & got qodaran. "

Perhaps what is meant is Laylat al-Qodar.

A night is said to be better than 1000 months.

Angels come down from the sky. To the sky of our hearts. Settle all business.

God paved the fortune and glory of those who desired,

It also narrows to those desired also ...

Fortune according to our capacity.

So who gets it ??

……………… ..

Perhaps this elderly woman gets it.

Not because he is a master of worship ...

Nor is it because of his strong presence in the mosque.

But he is the executor of what he said 'only' can practice it.

The seriousness is not extraordinary.

Acting, behaving, and giving in to cheerfulness.

I'tikaf in the mosque which was held in an almighty breadth.

Not a mosque that is just a building of worship.

His simple love with preparing wedang and snacks for fifteen children during fasting, is really not an easy matter.

Only sincere love can.

…………… ..

I was reminded of a friend's question,

about the achievement of Laylat al-Qadr.

Is it true that he went down in the last 10 days of the odd night?

Then ... the best night of 1000 months is not instant ...

Cannot be reached with a suffix ...

Everything needs a process…. because the most beautiful gift needs a container.

Which is built by scavenging goodness, before, during and after Ramadan.

That's really QODARAN

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Welcome to pick up Laillatul Qodar, my brothers

# learn from mbah nrimo ing pandum ... finally fortune is unexpected for him Allah is Just

………………………………………

KISAH INSPIRATIP

Wong cilik yg tdk pernah dpt THR maupun gaji ke 13

(Sebuah kontemplasi kehidupan rakyat kecil ...)

"Wah…pisangnya bagus-bagus Mbah…"

kataku sembari berjongkok di depan perempuan sepuh yang berjualan di pinggir jalan depan pasar...

"Lha monggo _dipundut (dibeli)..."_

kata perempuan itu riang.

Sungguh sudah sangat sepuh, rautnya penuh kerut. Kulitnya hitam. Kurus badannya.

Tapi suaranya cemengkling  masih nyaring), riang. Giginya terlihat masih utuh.

"Ini kepok kuning… bagus dikolak.

Ini kepok putih… kalau digoreng sangat manis..

Lha kalau itu… pisang pista, kulit tipis… harum manis.

Tapi jangan dibeli karena belum mateng…

Aku hanya diam memperhatikan gerak tangannya yang cekatan, meskipun telah ndredheg (gemetar.)

"Sudah lama jualan, Mbah…?"

"Belum, ini ngejar rejeki buat lebaran."

_Putranya berapa Mbah?"

"Kathah (banyak) ..… pada glidik (kerja)…"_

"Kok nggak istirahat saja to Mbah… siyam-siyam kok jualan"

"Lha nggih, ini karena siyam niku to , nggak boleh istirahat..."

Mumpung Gusti Allah _paring (beri) sehat…"

Aku tercenung dengan jawaban perempuan sepuh itu....

Kulihat tangannya mengelap  kening dan dahinya yang dlèwèran (bercucuran) keringat dengan selendang lusuhnya....

Diantara para penjual ‘liar’ dipinggir jalan depan pasar itu, perempuan sepuh ini satu diantaranya yang menggelar dagangan tanpa iyup iyup (peneduh).

Padahal hari itu panas luar biasa.

"Kalau pulang jam berapa Mbah?"

"Jam tiga sudah pulang ..…, lha ada kewajiban nyiapkan _wedang (minum) buat anak-anak TPA."

"Kok kewajiban, yang mewajibkan siapa Mbah ?"

"Nggih kula, (ya saya sendiri) …"

"Ooo…begitu…. Setiap hari, selama puasa?"

“Inggih… wong cuma  anak limapuluhan..."

"Wah _panjenengan  (anda) hebat nggih Mbah…"

"Halah cuma wedang sama pegangan kecil-kecil...

Yang penting bocah-bocah rajin ngaji…, mbah sudah seneng.

Jangan bodoh kaya Mbah ini yang cuma bisa Fatihah..."

Aku makin tercekat.

Kumasukkan semua pisang yang ditawarkan ke dalam tas kresek.

"Kok banyak banget... mau buat apa, mas?

Tanya si mbah heran.

Aku hanya tersenyum.

"Semua berapa Mbah?"

Perempuan sepuh itu menyebutkan nominal yang membuatku tercengang....

"Kok murah banget Mbah…"

"Mboten (ah enggak)… itu sudah pas, ini bukan pisang kulakan (dari beli), panen kebun sendiri..."

"Nggih…matur nuwun…" kataku sembari mengulurkan uang.

"Aduh… nggak ada kembalian , belum _kepayon (laku)…"

"Saya tukar dulu Mbah…"

Aku sengaja meninggalkan perempuan sepuh itu.

Pisang telah kuletakkan di mobil.

Mesin mobil pun kunyalakan....

Agak menjauh dari perempuan sepuh itu..

Kumasukkan beberapa lembar uang sepuluh ribuan yang masih baru, ke dalam amplop,

Cukup dibagi satu satu untuk anak TPA

yang katanya berjumlah limapuluhan tadi.

Penutup lem amplop kubuka lalu kurapatkan.

 Ini mbah, sudah saya tukar, sudah pas _nggih..."

Perempuan sepuh itu menerima amplop masih dengan tangan dredheg gemetar.

Tanpa menunggu jawaban, aku segera pergi.

Esoknya aku mampir lagi…tapi kosong

Berikutnya aku mampir lagi…kosong juga.

Penasaran kutanyakan pada ibu pedangang sebelahnya.

"Mbahe kok nggak jualan Mbak?"

"Oh nggak, beliau … jualan kalau panen pisang aja...

Sampeyan to yang kemarin ngasih amplop.

Walah Mbahe nangis _ngguguk (tersedu2) ..… _jare bejo, (katanya beruntung) & dapet qodaran."

Barangkali yang dimaksudkan adalah lailatul qodar.

Malam yang konon lebih baik dari 1000 bulan.

Para malaikat turun dari langit. Ke langit hati kita. Menyelesaikan segala urusan.

Allah melapangkan rejeki dan kemuliannya bagi yang dikehendaki,

Pun mempersempit bagi yang dikehendaki pula...

Rejeki sesuai kapasitas kita.

Lantas siapakah yang mendapatkannya ??

………………..

Barangkali perempuan sepuh inilah yang mendapatkannya.

Bukan karena ia ahli ibadah...

Bukan pula karena I’tikafnya yang  kuat di masjid.

Tapi dialah pelaksana dari yang katanya ‘hanya’ bisa fatihah itu.

Kesungguhan I’tikaf yang luar biasa.

Bertindak, berlaku, dan berpasrah dalam keriangan rasa.

I’tikaf di masjid yang digelar dalam keluasan yang maha.

Bukan masjid yang sekedar bangunan ibadah.

Kecintaannya yang sederhana dengan penyiapan wedang dan penganan bagi limapuluhan bocah selama puasa, sungguh bukan perkara mudah.

Hanya cinta tuluslah yang bisa.

……………..

Aku jadi teringat  pertanyaan teman,

tentang pencapaian Lailatul Qadar.

Benarkah memang ia turun di 10 hari terakhir malam ganjil?

Maka …malam terbaik dari 1000 bulan bukanlah instan...

Tak bisa dijujug dengan akhiran...

semua butuh proses…. karena karunia terindah butuh wadah.

Yang dibangun dengan mengais kebaikan, sebelum, selama dan sesudah Ramadhan.

Itulah sesungguhnya QODARAN

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Selamat menjemput laillatul qodar, saudara-ri ku

#belajar dari si mbah nrimo ing pandum...akhirnya rejeki tak terduga untuknya Allah Maha Adil