A Different Heaven
Plantations
Even though there are green trees around, it still feels like coming out of an office building feels hot. Palm trees do not contribute as much oxygen as other trees. Celin shrieked his face as the heat began to hit his white skin. He used a map containing his research plan to protect his face from the sunscreen.
He began to walk down the outside office, actually he was lazy out in the heat, because he was bored in the room and just operate a cell phone, he said, he decided to take a walk out to see the housing complexes and some multi-storey buildings that look like a worker's mes.
But the focus is on the mosque in this complex environment, for a moment the memories of his past begin to reappear. Eight years ago when he ran to play in the plantation area outside the office. Not to forget also he and his friends like to pick up the fallen brondolan to fill free time after school.
Although he was the son of a community leader, he never kept his distance from fellow citizens in his village.
The most imprinted in Celin's memory when the ashar adzan roared, he rushed home to change his typical bolang clothes to wear Muslim clothes to the mosque. Ustadz handsome good-natured always make him and his friends eager to study religion.
A smile was engraved on Celin's lips, but he loved his puberty before long living in the plantation area. He followed the mother who separated from her father. Although after his mother died four years ago, he returned to his father and settled in Caltara. He still wants to be able to repeat, where there is no such thing as farewell.
"You're here?" the familiar voice of Celin woke up his daydream.
"Sir Angga, I'm bored inside again, Celin goes around and reminisces."
"Yes we are here, soon also enter the ashar time" said Angga.
Celin nodded.
"Pak Angga," he rebuked.
"Yes,"
"Pak Angga knew that Celin was lazy to teach, just because of the persistence of Pak Angga Celin so the spirit of teaching. So Celin's motivation was only for the sake of Pak Angga," Celin replied with a giggle.
"You should have been the most recalcitrant female student" ledek Angga.
"But ngangenin right sir," he chanted.
"Ehm ... Can he could not," Angga replied by folding his hands to the chest stained Celin.
"Sir Angga," whined Celin spoiled, as he did to his father. Comfort again enveloped Celin.
I heard the sound of Adhan from Angga's pocket. Angga grabbed the phone from his pocket. He also stopped talking about the past with Celin.
Celin also followed the steps of Angga, even though he had not been given guidance to hijab, he never left the prayer time.
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In accordance with Angga's instructions, Doni accompanied Celin around. The man helped the hazel-eyed girl find some marchers who would help her get information for her research. After doing his job, Doni stopped in front of a tenement building that looked like a boarding house in urban areas.
"Celin, this will be your room for the next few days" the adult man's task.
"Thank you Mr. Doni" Celin replied. He began to enter his temporary room, he circulated his gaze in a room 4 x 5 which was more like an inn in comparison mes.
"Better you now rest the day is getting dark," said the man.
"I want to see Mr. Angga first" said Celin.
"I'm here Celin." Angga was already standing in the doorway, he was approaching towards Celin.
"You rest here tonight, I will stay at a hotel not far from here before going to the city tomorrow" said Angga.
"Yes Mr. Angga, see you in the city" Celin replied.
She leaves Celin in her new room.
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