The Smell of Love Imriyah
Sido Mulyo Hamlet

As the sun slowly moved westward, children ran around their homes. They look sumringah, the boys look handsome with after their koko complete with peci, the girls are also ready with their Muslim fashion suits. They all looked holy with the clothes they were wearing. Judging from the position of the sun, the adzan maghrib will roar in about thirty minutes.

In this hamlet, Sido Mulyo is named. Every child still retains their love for the Qur'an. Towards the adhan maghrib, they flocked to nearby surau to learn to read the Qur'an. Their holy book of pride as a Muslim. They are young, around the age of SD to middle Junior High. Even so there are no protests they lay. They remain eager to combat the illiteracy of the Qur'an. Perhaps because of the supportive environment, living in a countryside away from the hustle and bustle of urban technology makes them more manageable.

Musholla "Al-Falah" is a surau where they study religion, not just learn to read the Qur'an. In that surau they also learned to memorize the Qur'an, the ordinances of prayer, the ordinances of ablution' and the science of other fiqh. In addition, they also deepen their aqidah in the small surau.

But really there is no compulsion from anyone they do it, their parents just call and exemplify. From that good example, children in the hamlet of Sido Mulyo can have such an extraordinary spirit to explore the science of religion. Although certainly not all residents in the hamlet of Sido Mulyo live as well as that. There must be antagonists in every story. But on average, the villagers of Sido Mulyo are very obedient to their religion.

Arable land makes most residents live by farming. Most people grow rice and corn, although some grow vegetables and staple spices such as onions and garlic. Although it looks alienated from the outside world, the people here live happily with simplicity.

Roads are potholes and muddies are their loyal friends. Those who accompanied them went to work in the fields and fields. That will accompany them to the market to trade. Who will accompany them to school to study. But it rarely sounds bad from their mouths. Some of them received all of this with chest area. Well, although not a few actually complain about this situation, they feel the government is not fair, for years they live with difficulties like this. Access to exit is also quite difficult. They hope there will be a road construction for their birthplace.

But at least, clean cool air becomes a plus from the damage to the road. Clean air that will be difficult to meet in urban areas, calmness that will also be very difficult to find in urban areas. At night, the sound of crickets as if singing accompanied, there was no noise of motor vehicle engines, also of course there was no pollution. When morning, the sound of birdsong becomes the opening of the day and brings a sense of enthusiasm. Accompanying the students to go to school, the farmers go to the fields, the traders go to the market, and other daily activities.

It has been seven years since Amra graduated from High School. Seven years also he just luntang hanging do not have busy except to help the mother in the stall. Two large pieces of plastic he brought, Amra just came home from the market, bought some goods sold at the stall of the mother who had run out

"Assynoltom..." He said as he entered the house. The mother who was serving the buyers turned her head and smiled at Amra who immediately entered the stall and placed the groceries there

"Amra get ready first, buk...!"

Amra went to her room after the mother smiled and nodded.

It has been seven years that Amra has spent her days as unemployed. His school is over, there is no more activity he can do. Continuing college was impossible, cost constraints became the biggest stumbling block for him. His brain is not too smart but also not including less smart. It will also be difficult for him to get a scholarship. His mother lived alone to live him since he was still Junior High, it was because the father had gone home. It feels heavy if Amra has to burden the mother even more.

As a result, this is all that Amra can do everyday. After shopping at the market, he will help the mother keep the stall in her house. Then in the afternoon, he used his time to teach the children in the hamlet of Sido Mulyo, to teach. To practice the knowledge he has. There is no big salary for this, this kind of learning, not the same as in a big city. Where there will be a monthly salary and it can be used as a decent job can be sufficient. But in this remote little hamlet, just seeing children good at reading the Qur'an alone has become a very satisfying payment.

Amra's mother, the children call her that. They respect him as a teacher. From here Amra can still be grateful, at least although he is not rich in wealth, he is still arguably rich in knowledge. It is okay even though he did not get money for this kindness, he will make this charity that will help him in the grave later. But at least, the parents of the students did not take their hands off, the atmosphere of the hamlet which is mostly only inhabited by farmers, he said, making them more often bring some of their crops to Amra every harvest season arrives. Thank you, of course, for Amra teaching their children.

Life like this, does not necessarily make Amra discouraged. As an ordinary human being he also wants his family's standard of living to improve. Only by writing did he hope to improve the family economy. This has been his hobby since he entered High School. Sending some of his work to publishers, hoping they would print his work. From this hamlet he was born, from a hamlet that upholds religious and moral values, from this hamlet he grew up, and from a hamlet full of memories of him, it was this mother and father that he began to knit in despair. Dreaming of being a famous writer.

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