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Broken Plate...

Their journey to Wengi Village was not easy. After passing a long bridge about 50 meters with a fairly swift river current under the bus they were riding suddenly broke down. Many students grumbled when the car broke down between the expanse of rice fields with the sun starting to scorch. Iskandar opened his shirt and tried to help the driver. Dodik and other students helped. Amidst the busy men fixing the bus, the women jutsru amazed with a figure that they think is so tempting under the hot sun. The lecturer's sweat pours beautifully to make a handsome face with an athletic body that looks more tempting.

“Lap your file, Aisyah!” god Goddess.

Aisyah subconsciously rubbed her lips to make her friends giggle amusedly. “You are also the same.” Cibir Aisha.

“Pak Is is indeed handsome. The ideal priest candidate of the afterlife.”

When the students argue ria about the lecturer, Dodik as the leader of the group also showed off his muscles to the students.  They spent half an hour repairing the bus.

“Sorry, Sir. Before leaving, I had already checked it first in the workshop. I wonder why he broke down suddenly.” The story of the driver when the bus returned. The bus driver was surprised by the bus that suddenly broke down even though before leaving, he had checked the condition of the bus first.

“Thinking is fine, Sir. God willing, Allah SWT will protect us.” Said Iskandar trying to calm Mr. Driver who looks restless.

“Amin.” Answer them simultaneously

“Harumnya sweat Pak Is to here huh?” whispered Goddess on Aisyah.

The trip they expected to spend only about two and a half hours now after three and a half hours they arrived in Wengi Village.  The weather that had been sunny and hot now began to be enveloped by clouds until ten minutes later the rain came down with lightning.

“This is why horror is like this anyway?” goddess from behind.

“Pelan-pelan aja, Pak.” pinta Iskandar.

Dodik glanced occasionally at his lecturer. There were a few worries that plagued him. Without his friends knowing, Dodik has been looking for info first about the village that will be the location of his KKN activities later. Various info he got from previous students to lecturers who had been mentors there. That is also the reason why the Holy Mother resigned as a lecturer when her condition was fine even though she was pregnant. She did not want anything to happen to her pregnancy by visiting the village.

Iskandar sighed, he also felt awkward about this sudden change in weather but his logical mind remained forward. Lagit is still dark even though the rain has gradually subsided. Stay drizzle that still wet the car glass until the village gate is seen.

“Alhamdulillah, we have arrived.” Iskandar.

He had contacted the village chief before coming here until the bus drove straight through the village road to the village chief's office.

“Read the bismillah and intend in our hearts if we come here to contribute as students to serve the community. Be polite to everyone and there is no need to be smart here. Here, your brains are students not your attitudes and behaviors. Be a village like any other community. God willing, we can finish this activity as well as possible.”

“Aminnn.”

After giving a little direction, Iskandar down first followed by Dodik and others. The driver also came down to shake hands with the village chief who was waiting with other village devices.

“Welcome, Mr. Iskandar with all the student brothers. This is our village, Father and younger students. Sober and still unpretentious.” Said Mr. Village Chief named Joko. The students alternately shook hands with Mr. Joko and other village devices. They are welcome to enter the hall that is used for meetings in the village head's office. There was already the wife of the village chief along with several other mothers who were preparing a banquet for them. Villagers also almost filled the benches provided inside the hall. Mr. Joko had informed the residents the day before about the arrival of the students who will do KKN activities in their village.

Dodik together with several students dropped off several items in the form of one box of honey mango seeds, one box of sweet jangung seeds and one box of spinach seeds. The first box was handed over by Iskandar as the supervising lecturer, then the second box was handed over by Dodik as the group leader and another one represented the student, Aisyah who was chosen to hand over the third box. All handover processions are recorded and photographed as documentation when writing a report at the end of the activity later.

“Thank you very much for Mr. Joko and the village devices as well as the PKK mothers who have worked hard to provide a banquet for us. Forgive us for coming with only makeshift hands. Thank you also for the people of Wengi Village who are willing to come here when I know, father and mother must have a lot of activities at home and in the fields. Father, mother, children who hold a student degree in front of the father of this mother does look mature but their minds sometimes still like children. The purpose of KKN activities or Real Work Lecture itself as a form of their devotion to the community. After they graduate from college, they will return to society. Therefore, they must prepare as well as possible before graduating. This journey will not be easy, Father, Mother. Some of them certainly can not be separated from the shadows of the campus and so forth until not a few of them fail to return to society. This KKN activity will educate them to be closer to the community. Know many things from everyday life that are far from the world of college. I look forward to guidance from my Father and Mother. If these children make mistakes later, please remind them to know and not repeat them again. Likewise in acting and speaking, maybe these children will be disrespectful. I ask the sincerity of mother and father to forgive and give advice so that they can become a better person again. I think I've talked too much. Once again, thank you to Mr. Village Chief and Mother, the village equipment and mother and all the Wengi Village residents who have been present this afternoon. We present the fruit of the hand that we brought earlier to the entire village community. I leave it to the Village Chief. Thank you.”

After Iskandar delivered a few words of greeting, the students introduced themselves in turn. Village devices began to record the residents who will get the help of plant seeds brought by the students. After the residents disbanded, Mr. Joko invited Iskandar including Mr. Driver and the students to taste the banquet they had prepared.

“Take food and drink after that we pray together ya!” pinta Iskandar to the students. They were quite obedient to all the instructions Iskandar gave. After taking food and drinks, Iskandar, Mr. Driver and the students sat together.

“Come, we pray together as a form of gratitude for the dishes that have been prepared with great difficulty by Mr. Village Head. May his blessings and rewards reach every person who participates in helping to prepare this all.”

I don't know what Iskandar meant but he humbly asked the creator for protection to those who would eat the dish.

“Yes Allah, protect us from all evil deeds that you do not know.” Inner Iskandar at the end of his prayer.

All eyes were shocked as the plate in front of Iskandar suddenly broke. Not only the students but the village devices who were still there were also surprised. The students glanced at each other then looked at Iskandar.

“The plate is not heat resistant, it is okay. You guys continue eating, I take another plate.” Said Iskandar then woke up from his seat and took another plate. The students kept staring at the lecturer with questions.

“If it doesn't hold the heat, we should break it too. Our menu is the same as Mr. Is.” The Whisper of the Goddess on the Dodik. The students were afraid to eat food on their own plates including Mr. Driver. They waited for Iskandar while behind the door, a pair of eyes were staring meaningfully at the figure who was taking food for the second time.

Iskandar rejoined the students. He re-read the prayer then, “Let's eat. Soon we will be home.” he said.

Like a father giving instructions. The students and the driver finally ate the food in front of them. Some students who usually never read the basmallah or meal prayer now with full confidence and sincerity they read the prayer before eating the dish.

“Alhamdulillah, next let us read the prayer after eating together so that what we eat becomes a blessing for science and goodness.” They followed all that Iskandar had asked without protest.

“Pak, for student lodging we have prepared as in previous years.” Said Mr. Joko.

“The plan is like that, sir. But due to the many reports and tasks they are still running. So, we decided not to stay in this village. The college also agreed. The children will come every morning until evening. For the room that you provide can be used for the days they gather when creating a program for the village.”

“Alright then, Mr.” Replied Mr. Joko with a lethargic face. I don't know what plans Mr. Joko has so happy if the students stay in his village.

They returned to the bus, Dodik was in charge of checking the attendance of all students on the bus. Iskandar was meticulous in every way making the students a little calm with his presence. The bus drove on the village road which was quite quiet. Though the day is still day but because the weather is cloudy so that the sky becomes dark as if it was already at night. The left and right of the road are filled with rubber gardens and some large trees are estimated to be decades old.

“Pak, the! snakerrr”

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