Gusti Allah ora sare (GOD ALLAH NO CARELESS)

Gusti Allah ora sare

Night was late when I left the office. Past 11 o'clock at night.

The work is piling up, making me have to go home late. Ah, the day

drab time. Moreover, after a few moments walk, the color of the sky

looked flushed. Rain began to fall. Is completed, the weary body

coupled with the "event" rain.

I half ran to find shelter. Fortunately, the seller fried rice

which hung in the corner of the street, has a simple tent. Not bad, I thought.

Soon I shade, meet sellers father alone, accompanied by cigarettes and

petromak lights are still on. He menyilahkan I sit. "Here it dik,

than the rain ..., "he said when I asked permission to take shelter.

Sure enough, the rain started to rain, and we are more visible in the silence

concentrated. Feeling uncomfortable for your kindness and tent salesman father, I

said, "please make fried noodles pack, in eating here alone. The Father

smiled, and began to prepare the furnace fire. He looks busy. Seasonings and

was ready for the frying pan on work surface. Appeared shows a

experience that can not be achieved within a short time. His hands deftly once

grabbed a bottle of soy sauce and all seasonings.

Soon, steaming fried noodles was served. The state of the original

awkward start missing. Further ado, I asked, "Well ya torrential rain added,

less and less people are out yes sir? "The man turned to me,

and said, "Yeah bro, so lonely I trade ya .." he said, sucking

cigarette deeply.

"If it rains like this, so a bit of a buy ya sir?" I said, "Well, sustenance

be reduced dong huh? "Duh. Stupid question. Of course, not many people

buy it rains like this. Of course, the question that will only make Mr.

added sadly. However, it seems I was wrong ...

"Gusti Allah, ora sare dik, (God never breaks), he said.

"My Sustenance everywhere. I was glad when the rain like this. Wife together

my child in the village can definitely make rice water. Well, although not large, but

sizable land. "Dad continued," My son, who here can certainly

ngojek umbrella if it rains tomorrow still ... "

Degh. Dduh, my heart was thrilled. Dad was right, "Gusti Allah ora sare". God

Indeed, the Almighty, who never breaks for His servants. I apparently

had mistakenly interpret life. Philosophy of life that I have, it appears there is no

in front of the word means that simple. Its meaning too deep, making

I realize a lot of thinking and my smallness in the presence of God.

I always thought, that the rain is a disaster, it is disastrous for many

thing. I have always been of the opinion that it is always a matter of sustenance, and

tangible that can be grasped and felt. And I am also of the opinion that the current

No exams override, then it means I just have to be patient.

But I was wrong. Rain, it can be a disaster, but it could rintiknya

be a boon to every farmer. Heavy is also a blessing for

fields that need to be watered. The rain may be disastrous, but

patter was also the hope for some people who mengojek umbrella,

or pushing a car that broke down.

Hmm ... I was getting rushed to finish it fried noodles. Thousands of thoughts

looks like the trajectories of light that move in my mind. "O Allah,

Indeed Thou Almighty That Never Rest "Fortunately, the rain had subsided,

had finished eating and I also gained. On the way home, only the word

remembered, Gusti Allah .... Gusti Allah Ora Ora Sare Sare ...