The Beginning of a Famous Writer
The temptation is still approaching

Ardi rushed down from his bike, then found a beautiful who again sat playing hp with his fingers.

"Assalamualaikum sis!"

Beautiful looking and surprised.

"Wa walaikumsalam." Nervous speech.

"Where is my cake, brother? Leaving?"

"Yes, as you can see, your cake ran out, from two days ago instead. But the money's still used by me." Speak without guilt.

This is the third week and Kak Indah still admits that the money has been used.

"Yaaa brother. Kok continues to use sak, in the money is not how much I hope, if it has been up to three weeks of money brother use, it has eaten my capital sak." Ardi started to protest.

"Yes how else Di, I also have financial difficulties now, my husband does not work, so it has been used for daily needs." He returned hoping to be given a chance.

"Well, when do you want to promise to pay?"

"If there's money, I'll pay." Surely said.

"Yes, brother, I wait for your good intentions to pay for it! But I'm sorry, brother, I can't just nitip the cake here, because I also need money."

"Whoever are ye with Him, rather than that much money is twisted greatly." Brother Indah started nyerocos.

"Sister, that kind of money you said, brother? That's four hundred and eighty thousand, big for us brother."

Ardi was carried away with emotion by the beautiful words that said only money was twisted.

"Well, if I have the money, I'll change it." Ketus.

"Yes, I'm waiting."

Ardipun rushed up his motorbike and his hand was still faithfully holding the cake that was originally to be placed in the shop Indah.

While Beautiful still nagging.

***

Ardipun drove his bike to the Nani stall. Once there he was still disappointed.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am." He said with a smile.

"Greetings hallaikum." Answer Ms. Nani gently.

"Has the stall not been opened all the ma'am?" Ardi questions the door of Nani's stall that has not been opened. Usually, this time Nani is neat and standby in her stall.

"Look son, the daughter of the mother who came to the story of the mother is still sick, it looks like she wants to go home, automatically the mother does not sell anymore son. I'd like to treat my mother's son in the village." Say bu Nani in a lethargic tone.

Not yet the husband answered the conversation, he returned to voice.

"And I ask maf son, your cake runs out, but the money has been used by the mother, who last week was still used by the mother of two hundred thousand. So all your money is spent with the mother of three hundred and sixty thousand children, please give me time to pay for it." Sluggishly.

Ardi was shocked to hear the narration of Nani bu, from the Warung Indah earlier, the only hope was stall bu Nani, but his hope still ended in disappointment.

But he also cannot be selfish, forcing for the person to pay him right now. Seeing their condition, especially Ms. Nani he was very sad. Plus Ms. Nani is just a newcomer here. Contract costs, the cost of treatment of his son, not to mention the daily costs that he must meet.

Finally, Bu Nani chose to go home. With so little disruption to the business of Ardi's cake, so he had to find a new stall to enter the cake.

Ardi rubbed his face frustrated at the thought of the thing he had just experienced.

"Son Ardi, I'm sorry." Ms. Nani spoke up again, feeling guilty.

"Later after the mother in the village, I will try to send my son, ask for the phone number of Nak Ardi, later if the money already has a phone number, and son Ardi just send the account number nak Ardi, then, or now I want Ardi to record the account number for Nak Ardi." He soon passed by taking a piece of paper and a pen.

Hearing mom Nani's apology. Ardi was touched by his heart. His mind crossed, if this condition happened to him.

"Mom, I don't have to pay ma'am, I sincerely use my money for the treatment of the mother's child, may the mother's child recover soon. And thank you for taking my care of me all this time, ma'am." He said while pushing the paper and pen that was extended by Nani.

"But son Ardi. It's a lot of money, even son Ardi not necessarily get a profit of this much during the cake here put son." Said Ms. Nani, as if she refused and increasingly felt guilty.

"What's wrong mom, I'm sincere. Then, excuse me, ma'am."

"Thank you very much, son. May Allah repay the kindness of Ardi."

Walked while presenting his motorbike Ardi thought to be tipped where this cake again, while he no one knows anymore with the person who has a stall for him to entrust.

He was busy thinking about the fate he had.

"All my trade is gone, but I don't take a penny." It's entrenched.

Initially Ardi planned after from the stalls of Kak Indah and bu Nani, and he got the results of the cake that he entrusted before. After that he will buy cake ingredients, to be made later tonight, to be taken to Indri school. But because he did not receive the money, and the cake that he originally would leave in the stall kak Indah and bu Nani still exist. He did not buy cake.

"That has been cooked, do not know where to be tipped. Mending I go home first and later discuss with mother." Ardi is back.

He then returned his motorbike to go home.

But a few minutes drive, suddenly the motor died. He tried to turn it on many times. But still not living. He checks for gasoline, there is. He returned frustrated. With the remaining power he pushed his motorbike intending to find the nearest workshop, so that the motor can come back to life.

Sweat pouring, because tired of pushing the motor. Almost a hundred meters pushing, from a distance he saw a workshop. He was excited to push his bike back. Hope to get there soon. Because tired hands and feet he can no longer hold.

Arriving at the workshop. He parked his motorbike. Because it was still early in the morning around catch-all, the workshop was still quiet.

"That could help bang, my bike arrived dead." He said to the workshop boy while taking his cake.

"Owh can bang. Let me check first." He said as he headed for the Ardi motorbike and immediately positioned the motor to where he would check it.

Ardipun took a bottle of mineral ai, happened to be in the workshop there is a stall selling food and drinks, after getting a bottle of mineral water Ardi looking for a seat, put a string of cookies on him to sit, and then he sat down, and immediately gulp down the mineral water to leave half of it. Instantly the water flowed into his body giving off an incredible fresh taste.

While waiting, he played his phone. Back posting her pet on social media. Hope to be reunited with the buyer.

Arrive arrive.

"It looks like the injection pump has to be replaced, and also the oil and the battery are bang." The repairman tells you what's broken from the motor.

As soon as he remembered, it had been a long time that he did not change the oil and battery, for his injection pump, he had never changed at all, since the bike was in his hands.

"Owh is so bang, I guess if replaced everything how much bang?" He memastika in advance the nominal needed to replace the said bang workshop.

For a moment bang the workshop fell silent and thought. Seen counting the count.

"About four hundred bangs, the highest is the five de bang."

The husband was shocked by the nominal mentioned brother. Now in his pocket there was indeed five hundred thousand money, but it was all the money from the cake that he had to replay. For a moment he thought.

"May bang, just replace everything."

He thinks if it's not replaced now when? While he needs the services of this motorbike to deliver it where.

"Okay bang, wait a bang, at least one hour is done."

"Good bang."

Ardipun sat back and smoked a cigarette.

An hour passed.

"This bang is done. Please get tested first." Say the brother while removing the standard motor and directing it towards Ardi.

"Oh yes." Ardipun turned on his motor.

The motor is live too.

"Udah bang, how much is it?"

"So four hundred and sixty bang."

Husband immediately handed over five hundred thousand money.

"It's bang. And that was mineral water." Raising money.

"So the change was thirty-five thousand huh bang. Just a minute!" While passing into the stall taking the change.

"It's bang. Thank you very much." Giving me the change.

"Yes, same thing." Ardi received the change, and went straight to the motorbike, not forgetting to take the cake, and immediately turned on the motorbike, and drove away from the workshop to return home.

How yes? Now I don't have any money. Just a few tens of thousands more. He was back on his way home.