Started In Paris
Light Trinkets

Only God understands why the world was created, only HE understands why I am allowed to set foot here. Throughout this vision, none of the ugliness or lack is tucked in between the buana.

The excitement of the night adds to the exotic impression at every point that makes up this city of light. The glow of street lamps and their trinkets bounces ravishingly on the surface of the water, greatly pampering the eyes.

This world seemed to be showered with thousands of stars coming from space, as if carrying a thousand good things from the sky. And on earth there are thousands of dwarves fighting over the fallen star, who won the star, how tall he is.

Half an hour already this ship was transporting me along with my wild imagination. I don't know how many times my index finger is pressing the Shutter button, not tired at all. My eyeballs have been exploring all the parts here, not to be missed. I let these eyes be the eternal lens to capture this moment.

Subhanallah..

I flowed in my heart since then incessantly berpasbih see the nature of His creation. I actually wanted to spill fluid that was holding in this eye patch, but I realized, that's not how it works.

"Zulph!"

I turned to her, finding her sitting next to me. Maybe this is what Reynard meant. The tall man who had the eagle's eyes was silent, his eyes looked everywhere, every time I looked into his eyes, there was peace there, there was a sign language that I might not know its meaning.

However, to me he remains the same, a chilly city light hunter. Although I know his attitude towards me is somewhat different from his attitude towards others.

"In a moment we'll pass the point where we can see Eiffel standing there gallantly" he said as he charged into the sky.

"Oh yeah?" My leg doesn't believe.

He nodded convincingly.

I can't wait to see this legendary monument. I had never set foot there, but at least I had my eyes open to look at him first.

Actually Eiffel will also be the main monument that I will take the clip, I am so impatient to go there, how happy I am when it is right below it, raising my head, maybe my heart will shake when I see it.

I smiled at him. All day long somehow he never relaxes his smile, his face is always complete with his smile, I do not know for sure who the smile was shown to.

Now comes the time when the ship I'm on passes Reynard's point. Reynard stretched out his hand pointing at a towering object, burning like a giant candle, its sparkling light illuminating the city, its reflection on the surface of the water was no less beautiful, my eyes following the direction Reynard pointed out, Reynard said, here comes.

Subhanallah...

My eyes could not get out of there, and I could not wait for that day to come.

From now on, only the words of God that I have spoken in my heart, let me and my Lord know.

Already a few meters past that moment, but the tall object of the skyscraper was brightly visible, forcing the eyes to always see it, what is the power.

"Beautiful right?" Her question broke my daydream.

I'm nodding. Can't be described with words, this is too much.

"Do you want to go there?" Ask again.

"Plan, hopefully we can go there together"

Unknowingly. I don't realize what I'm saying. It's not weird, it's not wrong. But will he go with me too?

"I hope it will happen" he said with a smile. Then his eyes were turned away again.

The sky was getting darker, the sun had completely submerged itself. After getting off the ship, I da Reynard walked on the side of the Seine river road. The view remains the same, but there is a little extra here.

Reynard took me to find a nearby restaurant. I can't deny, I'm hungry, I was wondering, is this guy able to read minds?

And so we both walked down the street for food, not in the Seine anymore. He knew that if I was a Muslim, then he invited me to eat at a nearby halal restaurant, so as not to walk too long.

Just a few moments later we found a halal restaurant by the side of the road, and soon Reynard and I got into it. The nuance is very classic European, everywhere there are paintings hanging, there are also calligraphic carvings that extend from the end of the wall to the other end of the wall.

Me and Reynard sat on a bench near the cashier, just two seats away. Shortly after we sat down, came a waiter in black with all his accessories, I can confirm it's official clothes from this restaurant.

"What message do you want?" Ask.

My eyes read the rows and rows of writings that da in the menu book, do not forget to see the number of euros that are beside him. Right now I am saving money, so I choose a menu that looks cheap and halal. Reynard ordered the same meal as me.

After the food came, we ate. After this I don't know where else to go.