Am I Different?
Camping part 2

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POV Keyla

Ms. Salma still continues her story while accompanying us to take a bath, while we take turns one by one to take a shower.

After we take a shower, it's time to pray. Instead of us having to wait in the mosque, I had the initiative to ride in prayer at the house of Miss Salma.

"Mom, after we have finished our bath, can we also take a ride in prayer?" my many.

"Oh, I can, son. Please be happy" replied Ms. Salma.

Salma's mother, after answering, stepped into the house and we followed behind her. When he got to the room, he stopped. Here we see a room, a room that is not too large.

"Please, Deck. This is a place of prayer, but sorry can not coincide if the prayer because the place is not enough," said Ms. Salma.

"Yes, Mom. It's okay, we're happy that we've been allowed to hitchhike at Mom's house" Bella said.

A room for prayer is only enough for two to three people. Therefore, I Dinar and Selly salat first. After the three of us finished, now take turns with Dewi and Bella. After we all prayed, we all said goodbye to Ms. Salma to return to where we were camping.

“Thank you, Mom. We go back to the field first,”, I said as I shook hands with Ms. Salma.

She showed a distinctive smile on her face, she was a friendly and loving mother.

“Iya, Deck. Do not hesitate if you want to ask for help, I am happy with your arrival here,” said Ms. Salma.

We left Miss Salma. Then he moved his feet further away from his house. Ms. Salma was still standing in front of the house to see us walking. While we were along the way, telling stories about what was said by Ms. Salma earlier.

The five of us moved closer to the field. When I turned to his house, Ms. Salma, she was still in front of the house looking at us. I was thinking, maybe Miss Salma misses the figure of the child just her wayang, the child she always prides herself on.

When I tried to divert my attention from Ms. Salma, suddenly my gaze was focused on the figure of a child inside Ms. Salma's house.

My friends along the way, connecting stories told by Ms. Salma, but I only focused on my vision to the point of ignoring the stories of my friends.

“Key, Keyla!” Selly called me while patting my shoulder.

“Eeh, yes Sell. What's up?” my answer.

“You why the hell? See what?” ask Selly while looking at the house of Miss Salma.

“That's at Miss Salma's house, there ...." Not finished my answer cut off my Dinar.

“Keyla look at Ms. Salma in front of the house,” Dinar said while holding my hand.

I looked towards Dinar, his face like hinting at something. It seems like Dinar understands how I feel. Then I tried to find an excuse.

“Eh, yes Sell. Ms. Salma is still in front of us" I said, pointing to Ms. Salma's house.

"There's just you, Key," Selly said.

"Don't be bengong, later kesambet loh," said Bella.

Once we got to the tent, we started to prepare cooking utensils to make dinner later. The five of us did each other's activities and I stayed with Dinar.

“What did you see, Key?” The dinar whispered to me.

“Din, I saw a child in Miss Salma's house, but less clearly,”.

I saw Dinar's expression, like thinking about something before he spoke.

"I don't know, Din, either" I replied.

“Eh, this you, Key. Not yet night look strange,” said Dinar.

This time, I didn't answer Dinar's words, because I didn't see him very clearly either and didn't want to scare him.

"Let's cook, starve me later." I'm trying to switch the conversation.

We both continue to cook our groups and foodstuffs for, anyone who carries rice, vegetables, and others.

I happen to be here partly carrying cooking oil and sugar. One group of us consists of five children namely me, Dinar, Bella, Selly and Dewi. But all activities, anything I always close to Dinar.

Not so long ago me and Dinar cooked the side dish, because we cooked the ingredients so quickly cooked.

“Let's eat first, the special side dish of chef Keyla has become so,” invite me to friends with a joke.

Me and Dinar are cooking side dishes. Dewi, Bella and Selly are part of the rice cook, as they have to take turns fanning and keeping the fire alive and who must take turns to stir the rice.

One by one our cooking was ripe. After that, I saw the clock that it was time for prayer. Food first we put in the tent because we want to stay for prayer magrib first.

“Kids, all get together," orders Mr. Andi.

Mr. Andi is now in the middle of the field. All of us who heard Mr. Andi's orders, immediately rushed to gather.

Surely not the five of us, but all participants went to the middle of the field according to the orders of Mr. Andi. After all the participants gathered, Mr. Andi started making announcements.

“We will perform congregational magrib prayers at the nearest mosque. We go to Mushola in divided into two groups. Surely the first prayer with me, the second with Mr. Ahmad, understand the children!” Mr. Andi appealed.

“Understanding Sir." We simultaneously answered.

Mr. Ahmad began to divide us into two groups. Coincidentally I became the second group, this time I parted ways with Dinar.

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We wait ....

They are finished too.

Alternating us to the mosque, from the mushola not too far to see the house of Miss Salma.

I looked from a distance and saw a girl sitting on the porch of Ms. Salma's chair. I wondered, who was sitting there? Why is no one accompanying? Is it possible that people would like to visit Miss Salma's house? Where did Miss Salma not open the door for her? Question after question is on my mind.

I began to take ablution and then perform prayer. Not too long after we finished, we also wanted to go back to the camp. Before returning, I saw Mrs Salma's house and the boy was still in front of the house.

"Bell, here." I called Bella.

"Yes, Key. What's up?" Bella approaches.

"Bell, look at Miss Salma's house" I pointed to Ms. Salma's house.

"Why Key? Still talking to Miss Salma? Tomorrow we ask to continue the story," said Bella while taking me back.

In my mind I said, How the hell is this Bella, not seeing the child sitting on the chair?

Connect ....