Asiyah End Times
Vegetable Harvest

It was green this morning. The leaves that grow in this village radiate the freshness of the eye. The aroma refreshes the sense of smell that flows directly into the bloodstream. Dingiiinnnn..

Asiyah spread out her hands, "Alhamdulillah," said Asiyah smilingly closing her eyes to the sky.

Standing on the terrace of the villa. With her pajamas still tangled in her body. Don't forget to wear a veil on his head. His face dazzled the smile on his lips. His neat eyebrows. His skin is white. Today, Asiyah looked beautiful. The radiance of happiness that came out directly from the bottom of his heart made him like an angel in the morning.

A group of mothers passed through the villa. They pedaled their old bikes. Wearing shabby clothes like farmers who want to work. Using a circular hat. Seeing Asiyah, say hello.

"No walk Ma'am." said the mothers.

They looked familiar to Asiyah. It also seems to have known Asiyah. Naturally, Asiyah was a famous star, who was also known for her hospitality. Who doesn't like it.

"This is Allah Ma'am, it is still this morning" replied Asiyah with a beautiful smile.

"Where are you going, rame-rame gini?" connect Asiyah.

"Obias Ma'am, want to go to the vegetable garden, there is a harvest today from the morning, if Mbak Asiyah want to come along, ayok nija aja later ya."

"Waahh.wau dehh Bu, later in shaa Allah I will follow ya," said Asiyah.

"Yes we've gone first Ma'am, assalamu'alaykum.." they waved their hands from a distance.

"Wa'alaykumussalam.." Asiyah replied to the wave of the hand, friendly.

Still on the terrace of the villa, Mas Wedo also passed through the villa with his bicycle. Stop looking at Asiyah. Get off his bike, walk slowly to get his bike.

"Assalamu'alaykum Mbak Asiyah, good morning, it seems bright that the face of Mbak Asiyah this morning," Wedo greeted with a friendly smile.

"Wa'alaykumussalam Mas Wedo, alhamdulillah Mas already from there my face bright like this Mas, derivative of my mother heheee," replied Asiyah with her chandelier.

"Could joke too Mbak hehee, ayok Mbak to the garden, there is a vegetable harvest there, this I also want to go there," asked Mas Wedo.

"Yes, this is the plan to go there too."

"Later to ride the motorcycle taxi aja Mbak, just called his ojek mamang to be picked up later," explained Wedo.

"There's a number? May I ask?" ask Asiyah.

"There is Ma'am, I have the number" replied Wedo.

"I went there, Mas" Asiyah pointed her index finger at Mas Wedo, gestured, rushed out of the villa towards Wedo, not forgetting to take her cell phone.

"How many numbers is it?" tanya Asiyah was immediately near Wedo.

"081234567890." said Wedo while looking at the contact mamang ojek on his phone.

Asiyah typed the number and saved it on her phone. "Save, okay, done," said Asiyah.

"Yes, I'll call his mamnya yaa Mbak, I go first to his garden ya, assalamu'alaykum," Mas Wedo pamit road first to the vegetable garden.

Asiyah rushed into the villa. Prepare all his needs. Hearing the word 'Panen' earlier, Asiyah was very interested. There must be many interesting objects later that he can take pictures and must be very fun there.

Fifteen minutes.

It only took that short time for Asiyah to hasten her curiosity. Asiyah did not waste any more time moving towards the location of the vegetable harvest.

As usual, Asiyah had to inform one of her assistants of her plan.

Ttookkk.

Caca opened the door to her room.

"Hhmm Ca, I want to go around the village first yes, there is a vegetable harvest today in the garden said the farmers' mothers here, not long, not long, later in the Shaa Allah at lunch hour I am already in the villa," explained Asiyah.

"Oo yes Ma'am, what do you want to wear there?" ask Caca again.

"I went there by motorcycle taxi" replied Asiyah.

"There's no objeknya Ma'am?" ask Caca again.

"Alhamdulillah there, I have been given the same Mas Wedo, the people of this village, the mobile number of mamang ojeknya, just a phone call, he said, later also came mamang ojeknya pick up to the villa" explained Asiyah.

"Oohh, thank God, it's good too Ma'am, it's just kayaking in town, there's an online ojek hehehee," Caca chuckled.

"Yes yes, I want to wait for the ojek on the terrace of the villa, assalamu'alaykum," explained Asiyah. Towards the villa terrace. Ordering motor ojek. And waited.

Asiyah was already on top of the motorbike.

Thank God this time Asiyah is not on foot, there is a three-wheeled motorcycle motorcycle motorcycle motorcycle that can fit seating up to six passengers. Quite comfortable, so Asiyah can save energy and can quickly get to the garden.

'Sssrrrrrr.' the sound of the wind blew his veil, fluttering his clothes gently.

Asiyah so remembered the times when she still lived in the rented board first. Everywhere should take the ojek. Asiyah smiled gratefully at her current state. Alhamdulillahot. So great was the scenario of God in his life, in an instant He felt life in simplicity, and in an instant He again lived in the abundance of luxury.

Aahh no, there is nothing to regret about all these events, all just need gratitude. And the test of life ahead, it could be more complicated than the test in the past, we just need God to face everything, Asiyah thought in her heart.

During the trip mamang ojek told a lot of stories.

Said mamang ojek, the vegetable garden in Green Village is only in one place, especially vegetable plants. Extensively. There are cassava vegetables, long bean vegetables, tomatoes, chili, eggplant vegetables, cucumbers and many more. So, Asiyah also did not need to bother looking for where the harvest location was, because it was the place there.

Ten minutes passed on the way.

Asiyah arrived at the vegetable harvest site.

The sun is starting to get hot.

"Assalamu'alaykum. mothers, Asiyah want to join yaa, want to take pictures, can ya.." Asiyah greeted with her cheerfulness. Vigorously. With the camera ready to hang on his neck.

"Wa'alaykumussalam's chat.. Ma'am Asiyah, please ayokkk, has been awaited his arrival from earlier lohh, let-mari.."

Asiyah started her action.

'Cekrekk..'

The camera kept shooting.

To the unexpected focus before. Dimas. At the end of the camera's focus, Dimas was standing there monitoring the work of the mothers. Asiyah immediately approached.

"Assalamu'alaykum Dimas, here too huh? Come with the harvest or what?" ask Asiyah.

"Wa'alaykumussalam, yes it happens that some of the vegetable gardens here belong to me, just monitor it."

"Well, good enough Dim, got a villa and a vegetable garden heheee.." Asiyah praised.

"Hhmmm.. alhamdulillah, once belonged to the Father, just like the villa, after the death of the Father, everything was handed over to Me management, because I am an only child," explained Dimas.

"Oohh, I see, yes Dim, I also want to continue around the location of vegetables, assalamu'alaykum," Asiyah stepped her feet. Go away from Dimas.

"Wa'alaykumussalam," Dimas replied with a gentle smile looking at Asiyah who had turned away from him.