Me, Khanza
Journey
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Talking with giving enough direction so that it can be a grip on life, and, the minute they talked without interruption even looked so serious that no longer pay attention to the road and the brother was also so happy after hearing positive directions for him because all this time he only knew looking for money he had never done any research before he fled.
It is fortunate that he met a middle-aged man who is still undergoing activities as a spreader of religious broadcasting in the stamp as an ustad let alone the word in speaking is very polite and authoritative.
"Sir Fahri, can I ask you one thing?" he said for a moment stopped on the spot.
"What's up, brother? how's stopping?" zizi asked, stopping feeling confused.
"Do you know my father? he also often heard lectures from Mr. Fahri," he said immediately held back tears.
"Who's your father's name, son?" ask Fahri.
"Adam sir and he once told me that he really likes to hear the study of an ustad who never wants to get rewarded," recalled the memory when he was with his parents.
"Adam? I'm sorry I didn't know you, so where is your dad now? why are you two alone?" ask Fahri while trying to remember the name.
When pak Fahri asked the girl did not say the least then she was bowed and looked cold sweat once seemed to feel there was interference from Mr. Fahri's question.
"Son, now we just continue this journey and you don't have to answer if you don't want to" pinta pak Fahri seemed to understand the attitude of the girl.
He was also a mangosteen and immediately moved to continue his steps without making a sound again while continuing to hold tightly to the hand of the sister with eyes that continue to bulge and fists feel strong to make pak Fahri ask in his mind, actually there is a story behind the innocence of the girl who was beside him.
From a distance looks a simple house but feels very cool when we enter the yard.
The house is covered with green mind paint and so many ornamental flowers give a beautiful impression when looking at it up close even there is also a black fence fortifying the house when it wants to go inside.
Mr. Fahri an ustad in his hometown he is an ustad who never wants to receive wages from the community he just wants to broadcast lectures without pay especially now the age of the Fahri sir is around 50 years but his face was always glowing until people did not think his age was old. Mr. Fahri has a wife named Amy, everyone calls her mother Amy because her gentle speech always makes everyone feel envious.
Mother Amy is 55 years old herself busy sewing Muslim clothes and the work she did after the wedding with her husband the results of her salary to eat everyday make them continue to be grateful for the pleasure that is always in the house give although a little origin can meet their needs, the two couples never complain or fight for life problems make everyone feel jealous just to see the peace and tranquility of their small family.
Already many are flattered by their households so long to walk never once heard a noise let alone a noise because they live comfortably and enjoy it, just, pak Fahri does not work other than being an adult he wants to help his wife so that the work of the wife becomes lighter.
^^^To be continued..^^^
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