Kisah Nyata Sedekah Hari Jumat Novels & Stories

Life is really becoming unbearable with every breath we inhale and exhale out. The landlord was so shameless and desperate that he even wanted to rape my sister all because of money why? Ya Allah why is every one treating us bad just because of money why? A knock from the door jolted me out of my reveries. Behold it was Khalid at the door side. I smile and ask him to come in. I introduced him to Reedah and also told her, he was the good Samaritan that help us with everything including the hospital bills and other necessary things.

“I think I’m money-driven.” “You think?” Red agreed sarcastically. “Hey! That’s harsh. But you know what I did with the money?” “What?” “I gave it to a homeless family on the street. I just felt bad. I don’t know how they survive.” Red smiled. “We’re lucky. And we should always thank the Lord for that.” “Amen.” ***

Mpok Yetti alleged that he didn't believe it. Mbak Hamidah was upset because she was not trusted, even though the information she brought was difficult to obtain. "I swear. I am not lying. Ba'da Subuh tadi aku tuku bubur ning Bu Hajjah Awi, nah, Buk Sastri ning kono. Terus aku pura-pura mulih. Sing dak rungu, Buk Sastri pesan nasi tumpeng sing gede kanggo tamu bengi sing pengin ngelamar Ning!" (Java Language, means: After the Fajr prayer earlier, I wanted to buy porridge at Hajjah Awi, well, Mrs. Sastri was there. Then I pretended to go home. What I heard, Mrs. Sastri ordered a large tumpeng rice for tonight's guests who want to propose to Ning) said Mbak Hamidah.