Humaira
Chapter 2 Meeting

Mr. Husein just finished dhuha. Handphone's ringing. Mr. Gandhi called him. He immediately answered the call.

"Good, sir. Soon" she replied.

Mr. Husein rushed to the parking lot.

He immediately started his car. He looked to the left right to make sure there was or was no other vehicle.

"Sir, we will look for souvenirs Bandung first yes" pinta pak Gandi

" Good, sir"

Mr. Husein turned his car towards the cake shop, on Jalan H. Akbar. He remembered Humaira's message. How fortuitous. Husein intended to buy it at the store. There is a little money, hopefully enough. He said in his heart. Humaira's face was dancing. Hussein smiled to himself.

"Why sir, how come you smile yourself?" Ask Mr. Gandi to see Hussein's behavior.

"Oh, nothing sir. Just remember my son at home" explained Husein. She's getting embarrassed. It turns out his behavior was noticed, Mr. Gandi.

"How old is Mr Hussein's son?

"19 years, sir. Already a big school nurse" Husein eagerly answered Mr. Gandi's questions.

"What a noble goal. So a professional nurse who has two advantages, Mr. Hussein. First, his job is to help people who are suffering from pain. Second, the profession that is rarely realized to plant charity for the afterlife .."pak Gandi gave a suggestion to Mr. Husein.

Mr. Husein nodded his head.

"So have the afterlife savings yes, sir" Mr. Husein chimed in.

"real sir. All work is worship. We just don't often realize it. We need to keep up with our intentions at work. That way it becomes a fence to do something that is prohibited Alloh Subhanahu Wataala. Corruption, for example" is also long pak Gandi's explanation.

Bandung's gift shop was full of customers. Mr. Husein had a little trouble finding parking. While Mr. Gandi has slid into the store.

Finally, Mr. Husein can also be a place to park the car. He immediately got down and headed for the shop. He wants to buy souvenirs for Humaira.

"Pak Husein ..." Someone called him.

He looked towards the voice.

"Sir me, Shafira Humaira's friend, forgot ya?"

Mr. Husein smiled as he tried to remember. The girl looked more beautiful and mature. Reportedly studied at one of the famous public universities in Jakarta.

"Still, fira. Who's the same here?" ask Mr. Hussein.

"father and mother, sir" Syafira replied with a smile.

Syafira approaches her papa mama. Invite them to be introduced to Mr. Hussein.

"Father mama, this is Hussein, Humaira's father"

Syafira introduces his mother's father.

They shake hands. Throw each other smiles. Their appearance is different from other visitors in the store. A classy appearance. It's only natural that Syafira's father is a businessman.

Ustadz Rojali once gave an advice. If you want to be rich, once Rasululloh says be alert. Be entrepreneurs. Nine of the doors of the rizki that Allah opened the way one of them became a businessman.

"Humaira used to play at home. Smart and friendly kid. Surely his mother's father educated well, yes sir" his father Syafira opened the conversation.

"Alhamdulillah if Humaira does not bother father mother. Forgive my son yes, sir" Mr. Husein chimed in on the conversation that his father Syafira began.

"Come on sorry. We are really grateful. Thanks to Humaira, the learning spirit of Syafira became extraordinary. Humaira is a virus. Spirit virus!" His father Syafira praised Humaira's character.

Unfortunately, their meeting was short. The Syafira family must leave immediately. Before they left the store, Syafira handed a bag of souvenirs to Mr. Hussein.

"Sir, leave it to Humaira yes, don't refuse sir" Syafira stuck out her souvenir pouch with a smile.

"Greetings to Syafira. Daaag .. pak Husein" Syafira always did. If you play at home Humaira always bring food. Syafira never misses a visit despite Humaira's small and cramped house.

"Thank you, mother. Insyaalloh, my greeting is. Be careful on the road yes" Mr. Husein's eyes glazed over. The sustenance of the God that governs, as it is today.

"Alhamdulillah .... "