The Love Story of Son of Sultan
86. Priests

Evening came, that night the stars scattered to decorate the black sky became bright. The moon also appears confident in displaying elegance as the ruler of the night.

Jingga, Yuri, Nita, Siska and Prilly were already preparing to head to the local mosque. Soaking up once in the downstream village of Muslims becomes the majority, for Orange and friends will be easily adaptable. But for Prilly and Siska the Non-Muslims are just plain. They just go with their friends.

They also perform magrib worship in a mosque. Actually, when viewed form and size, for Orange it is not a mosque. It may be surau or mushola. Because with a place of prayer in a restaurant or cafe owned by Jingga is still wider place of prayer in the cafe Babanya Jingga.

The building is also made of wood, wooden walls, wooden floors the roof is zinc.

Beyond the suspicion of Adip Jingga and others, although small congregations are full. For in the male room Adip to have to pray with the children in the foyer. Inside, 6 shafs totaling about 30 people.

While in the women's room only about 15 people. The mosque became the center of gathering of the villagers.

When the prayer took place they were astonished, because the prayer reading was very eloquent. Wrong actually, but reflexes appear in the heart

Completed the prayer of Mr. Ahmad, an imam and religious leader there who had coordinated with Mr. Abraham coded his worshipers not to go home first.

Mr. Abraham is the village head who is a native of T village. While the great-grandfather of Pak Ahmad, and several other families were immigrants.

Buyut Pak Ahmad's grandfather used to be a soldier. Ahmad is also. Ms. Siti is also a PNS teacher.

In addition to serving the state, they also preach in the village.Not imposing, because they preach with suri tauladan. Some people become Muslims, but still many also remain in accordance with the original teachings of the area.

Pak Ahmad's family also introduced his religion slowly. In accordance with the language and understanding of people around, that is why Mr. Ahmad is more respected than Mr. Abraham. Even so, Mr. Ahmad was not arrogant, he always humbled and involved anything and handed the decision to Mr. Abraham.

People gathered in a semicircle. Mr. Ahmad then let Adip and his friends sit forward. Siska and Prilly Mesko are not Muslims.

Mr. Ahmad also gave an understanding to his worshipers, that in the village they will come new residents.5 women who will fill the teacher gap, introduce various professions and the spirit of learning children. They will also do mentoring teaching local mothers various skills

"Please introduce yourself, Miss!" said Mr. Ahmad politely

Starting from Nita, all participants of the Inspiration room introduced themselves. After the completion of the girls introduce themselves now it is Adip's turn..

"Include my name Adipati Wirajaya, I used to be called Adip. Here alone will accompany the Fathers all to empower livestock to meet the needs of food and livelihoods." said Adip told.

Adip also explained a little of his agenda. Starting from gathering citizens to explain the steps. After that Adip will go to the city to get seeds and other facilities in collaboration with the relevant service.

The residents were enthusiastic after listening to their introductions. After the introductory event was completed, the residents also issued food offerings.

The eyes of the participants of the isnpiratory room instantly sparkled. They were indeed starving because they were still confused as to how to cook it, and this was truly a blessing.

It turns out that after the worship of Pak Ahmad indeed gave study and study. That night, for the first time, the orange attended a tadarus event with the crowd.

Tadarus is performed simultaneously and in rotation. So in one night it should khatam one Qur'an but divided a number of warha that exist. Mr. Ahmad imposed it so that Mr. Ahmad encouraged waronly want to learn to read the Quran.

Because Adip is a newcomer and is being poured. The first test given by Mr. Ahmad Adip was told to read the first turn. Read Surah Al Baqoroh to one nisfu juice.

Never tested by orange. Adip read it in a loud and beautiful voice. Every makhroj he recited shook the heart of Orange and all who heard it. Even the people around are silent.

"She's performing like a hunch, why is she so smooth anyway?" the orange in his heart stole the gaze of the man who had made him hurt.

Because it is small, and still the way it is between the cubicles, it has not been as perfectly blocked as it should be, only a knee-high board separates the male and female cubicles, so that they can still see the opposite sex.

While Yuri and the others admire Adip honestly and without hiding.

Adip finished his ration, sighed at the break without accidentally raising his face to cast his gaze to the Orange. The orange that was stealing the view was like getting an electric shock. Orange looked down and threw away his eyes.

The selanjunta reading continued to the turn of the villagers. Grateful orange, all the verses were repented by the male villagers. So Orange and his daughter's friends were not given a chance

After the teaching event was over, the residents disbanded. The little ones are directly attached to Adip. I don't know what magnets Adip got so they're instantly familiar.

"Ish... Why does he always look friendly to everyone?" the Inner Orange unintentionally saw it all.

When Orange descends, from top to bottom while Adip has walked on the ground eighth under the moon with the children of Pak Ahmad out chasing Adip.

"Son Adip. Naughty Adip!" Orange and Yuri who were not called but heard the beauty stopped looking..

Adip who heard him looked.

"Yes sir, how can I help you?"

Mr. Ahmad then descended hastily through Jingga and approached Adip.

"Did Nak Adip have studied at the pesantren before?" ask Mr. Ahmad.

Adip heard it just laughing.

"No Sir!" answer Adip.

"But Makhroj Nak Adip is so good!"

"I'm just a hobby boy playing sir!" adip replied, it is not true that there is still a lot to learn.

"It's not. I see Nak Adip Akran and love children. The day after my wife and I had a business interest in the city. Can I ask for help?" said Mr. Ahmad.

"What help?"

"Please imami and teach children!" said Mr. Ahmad. The oranges they blocked unintentionally heard because their path was slow.

Adip glanced at the orange that was walking away.

"Insya Alloh Sir!"