Meeting on the city bus
21.Bereft.

I don't know if it's a fact or a myth, because Dara doesn't believe it's the parents' story. Because he knows that humans have different destinies. Nothing will be the same, but almost the same or similar. But it will never be the same, it makes a difference.

After pondering for quite a while, Dara intended to look for what books she could learn. At least he can make motivation in his life for the future.

Bend day.

Dara is cleaning the plants in front and there is a bookkeeper through various books and Quran that is sold. The bookseller also happened to offer Dara.

"She's the book, maybe someone likes it." Said the book seller. His age range is forties, selling books on foot.

"May sir, may I see?"ask Dara.

"Mbak if you like new take and pay of course." With a little joke.

Dara saw various types of books, there are recipes, motivational magazines, various story books about the story of the Prophet and the Apostles, there are also romance stories, complete prayer books, and so on, obligatory prayers and Sunnah and the holy book of the Qur'an.

"Sir I take this obligatory prayer guide and Sunnah, the same is complete prayer. How many books is this?"dara asked, showing the book one 1 cm, two kinds.

"That's all 25 thousand mbak."Answer the bookkeeper.

"Well, I'll take the money first, you wait here, I'll go in for a second." Dara immediately stood up and still into her employer's house.

"OK, I'm waiting." said the bookseller.

Before long Dara had come out and gave the money to the seller of the book.

"Thank you, ma'am." Her speech.

"Yes sir, the same."Dara.

After that Dara continued to work, which is cleaning the plants. When he finished, he continued with another job. Until the afternoon he focused his mind on work, occasionally remembering the cover of the book he bought earlier. It feels impatient to see the contents, whether there is a prayer according to his wishes.

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Tonight at the house of Raid is grieving, because her father has gone for all eternity.

"Bah mpok sincerely bang Kamil, he's already delicious. No longer do you get sick, the task is also done in this world." said one of the neighbors.

"Yes mpo, but I didn't think so. He asked on my back, he said what the cave did not understand. He was angry at noon, his name hurt so much that the cave means. But before sleeping for all eternity he shouts the cave, only he doesn't breathe anymore." Crying again, Sharifah ma'am still feels awkward at heart.

Because this afternoon her husband was angry without her knowing the meaning of every word. While her husband was suddenly unable to stand up again from the beginning he was furious. So Sharifah felt guilty to her husband, and felt there was something she said.

"Patience yes mpok, surely later mpok can get used to it. Right now the new mpok is losing the Amil bang." Talk to other neighbors, who have the same status.

"Yes cave mpok, still not used to it. It really can't be said by mouth. I don't know what it's like, which is clear here as heavy" he said by patting his chest, which did not feel bad.

His mornings are partly with people housing the complex where Mr. Sharifah and Raid work. On arriving for worship though most people are non-Muslims. But these people are already familiar with Mr. Kamil or who is known to bang Amil. They feel a lot of loss with the figure of Mr. Kamil.

While Raid who is known by everyone, is a child who is devoted to his parents. Who was now just staring at the corpse of his round, with a blank look. Now everyone gave encouragement, to him to continue to be excited.

Because as a boy must be stronger, because there is still his mother who must be guarded. Then he remembered his innings message for several years. When the round can still speak although a bit less clear. Because language is like a person who is just learning to speak.

Flashback.

"Tong, su-atu sa-at nan-ti, ji-ka ba-bak su-dah no. Ka-mu ja-ga em-mak, sa-ma ad-dik mu. Ba-bak per-ca-ya pa-da mu, se, bab ab-ba-ng ti-dak bi-sa in an-dal-kan. Yes-ngan per-nah ting-gal kan em-mak ji-ka ka-mu su-dah ni-kah nan-ti ya." Mr. Kamil's message with great difficulty he spoke.

"Babak should not say so, surely later the round can be healed. Patience, God willing, if we are patient. God will love to be healed." Said Raid, who felt his current half was again desperate to fight his pain.

"Ba-bak su-dah ti-dak bi-sa sem-buh la-gi tong. Ba-bak ti-tip em-mak sa-ma ad-dik-ad-dik you yes. Ang-gap this per-min-ta-an ter-ak-hir ba-bak pa-da mu. Ma-af yes, ba-bak ti-dak bi-sa be-ri-kan nothing bu-at ka-lian."Message from Mr. Kamil again.

"Yes Bak, I'm sorry too. Because it can't give you the best treatment for the round."Said Raid who felt guilty, because he could not provide the best treatment for the round.

"Ti-dak nothing tong, ka-mu su-dah ban-tu em-mak bu-at se-ha-ri-ha-ri. Ba-bak su-dah se-na-ng, is la-gi han-ya ka-mu ya-ng bi-sa be-ri-kan is pa-da ka-mu. Se-mo-ga ke-lak ka-mu pat-kan pe-rem-puan ya-ng bi-sa me-ne-ri-ma mu what's up. And pe-rem-puan ya-ng ha-ti ba-ik, and se-tu-lus ha-ti."Said Mr. Kamil while rubbing the shoulders of his favorite son.

"Aamiin yes rabbal allamin. Hopefully, like," said Raid with pleasure because in prayer is he. In order to get the best match, such as her expectations.

Flashback.

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