A UNITY THAT CANNOT BE UNITED

WHILE LOOKING AT THE MEMORIES.

Central Buntulia, at 07.15 a.m.

all the housework has been completed the girl, ranging from the task of cleaning the yard, helping to wash utensils to attack water for drinking which will be added coffee or tea.

Their home was a budel house, which in the future became the right of Azizah as the only daughter in her father's family. The land itself was the result of a joint purchase from the father with her husband.they built the house slowly, slowly, starting from the beginning was just a pitate-walled hut (woven bamboo) and roofed katu (bloom and leaves of the enau tree), which was eventually gradually replaced by concrete and zinc-roofed buildings.

The front of the house is a gift from the Village Government in the Very Simple Home Decent program. Azizah stay add the middle of the room and kitchen connected with ****** former village project ten years ago. the renovation uses her husband's funds from her monthly income which is now sufficient because the husband has been appointed as the State Civil Service (Civil Service) in the North Gorontalo Regional Government and now serving there since 2014 until now.the man returns home sometime, if the time is low, or take advantage of the service trip that falls on Friday, the, then return to work on Sunday to serve impeccably on Monday.

Ichi sit back and relax while fiddling with the application in his car. Sayup-sayup he heard his mother telling him a story with his father. undoing kangen (😁😄😆😅😂)....

indeed, since undergoing the status of Long Distance Relationship, the father must contact his mother every day after dawn, half an hour after the break (according to staffing hours) and after being at the boarding houses (if this is up to what time, the important thing is a cellulist conversation).

📲 "What's going on?" ask the father.

📲 "This, again make breakfast for the child." replied the mother.

Ichi smiled to himself when he heard that conversation again. Sometimes he had caught, or sometimes stalking if his ignorance entered his mind again, the mother who spoke her style was spoiled, very similar to the young while dating. Drunk love...

Yes.young kawilela era...

📲 "How does it work, Bi?" ask the mother.

📲 "Alhamdulilah.. now watch the children clean the school yard and sewer." replied the father from across there.

📲 "Picket duty huh?" asked the mother, her tone sounded a bit angry.

I heard laughter for a moment.

📲 "Not really. More towards the doang ngimpal." kilah the father, "Soalnya picket officer has not come. moreover the time has shown at eight. has passed half an hour of the time limit actively teaching nih..."

📲 "Yes already... continue to work." concluded his mother, "Later call again at nine?"

📲 "Yes, if my time is low.." replied the father ended with laughter.

"Well, let's go back next week, won't we?" tanya Ichi suddenly while busy surfing looking for the latest things in the data search engine.

"It doesn't look yet." a voice sounded out from behind. "Abi is still a lot of work. It seems that the Madrasah Chief Assessment program is able to make Abi you can not fulfill his commitment in the past."

Ichi nodded while continuing to tinker with his dress.Abizah soon emerged from the dining room as well as the lounge room.he looked at the princess only wayangnya it.

"Eh, no assignments from school?" ask Azizah.

"No." replied Ichi without looking. "If there's gonna be a kusamperi Umi."

"What are you looking for?" search Azizah.

"For the sake of finding the Onde-onde cake tingled on the banana tree." replied Ichi made Azizah immediately growled. "Have seen people open news sites again, asked again what?"

"Not memorized yet?" azizah asked flatly and intimidatingly. Both of her arms were tattered on her waist. The typical style of a mother who wants to give her child a task. The inspired style of the military interrogating prisoners.

Ichi turned to look at his mother with a clear face, but this time Azizah's gaze was even more encouraging and seen him bite his lower lip. The style of children of the nineties who show off anger. 🤣

"Mi... Will you be in a minute? still the responsibility." pinta Ichi.

"No way." refused Azizah to shake the bell in her hand. "You promised Abi you'd do all the things you've chosen in your life. Isn't that his contract, is it?"

Ichi waved her soft lips. The face of the child is identical to the face of his father. The face of the child is what always makes Azizah remembered her husband who served service in one of the villages in the farthest district of North Gorontalo. a habit and a curse that must be accepted by her husband who likes to work in areas that lack noise.

"Yes.. began to memorize this." said Ichi with annoyance and open the application read the Qur'an in his gadget. android device was handed over to his mother's hands and began to chant tilawah Qur'aninya. it did not sound melodious.instead of following the independence of his father who was good at singing and setting the tone of the song, the chanting sound sounded like the roar of an elephant in the forest.

Ichi contrasts the difference with the father. He was like another coin side of his father's myriad competency characteristics. His father was a certified teacher in the field of history, but also mastered some other knowledge except science lessons, especially Mathematics and Physics are loaded with formulas that make the father's brain cako-cako and ta kabulula. but when it comes to literature, and the social sciences, his father is so adept, like an expert who is able to explain anything about it.

in addition, the father is also interested in martial arts, and also a wibu or otaku because he is crazy about the life of the samurai style since he studied the art of Karate-do since the early Middle Ages. his father was a Shotokan Karate-do practitioner, but he also studied Japanese martial arts such as Yawara (Judo and Aikido) and kenjutsu (Iaido and Kendo), even though it's just youtube. Understanding philosophy became his daily life in addition to his mandatory duties as a teacher of History and Culture subjects.

the father, still crazy to go through his teenage years, almost wanted to smear his body with irezumi. he thought it was cool.

Fortunately he had a discussion with his unofficial spiritual advisor, a retired civil servant of the Ministry of Religious Affairs who served as the leader of the Orphanage of the Marhamah, Abdurrahman Mahmud, who was also one of the leaders of the Muhammadiyah Persyerikatan organization in Gorontalo Province at that time.

Abdul Rahman Mahmud, calling him Pak Haji Man, was silent for a long time looking at the face of the questioner. this young man in front of him is indeed among the mischievous brained so he must be careful and wise in answering it. The young man has the potential to inherit a perverted nature from his thinking style.

"Sir Haji... Can you?" ask the young man again.

Pak Haji Man sipped his cigarette for a moment, then threw out the smoke like a gust of smoke from the exhaust of his RX-King motorcycle. The tall man finally nodded. The young man sighed in relief, but he was not satisfied.

"His law?" lure that long-haired young man to his shoulder.

"Like a cow stamp." replied Mr. Haji Man.

Ichi smiled back at the story her father had told her. The father once said, he should have understood when his teacher called the law of Irezumi the same as the seal of the cow.literally, anyone who tattooed his body, similar to a cow.🤣

but the father who was still not satisfied at that time, still provoked the conversation so that the teacher issued his honesty.

"really?" the young man's eyes were squinted.

Pak Haji Man again sipped the tip of his cigarette and replied again. "If you want to invade your body, draw it in a place that only your wife can look at later, not someone else."

The young man was silent. He contemplated the location that can only be seen by the couple in this case his wife later, only two locations, namely pubic and butt. the young man's right eyebrow twitched indicating the correct twitching he had with his own mind.

Puehuuh... Nih Pak Haji, who did not just give his argument.it is impossible that I rajahi part of my pubik. indeed want a picture of the head of an elephant what, but there is a trunk? what do you do anyway rajahin ass? want to draw a butterfly? just-there's....

Pak Haji Man continued to observe the look on the face of the student who became his sparring partner that morning. The old man, to continue to publish his fear in the mind of the young man, reconnected his words.

"And the most basic thing of the rajahan is. You can not shed a speck of al-maniyyun again." said Pak Haji Man.

the last words of the head of the children's Orphanage Orphanage Marhamah immediately dimmed, even turning off the desire of the young man to invade his body with Irezumi. the young man immediately stood up and greeted his spiritual master then stepped dashingly with a lethargic spirit due to being struck by the rules of the shari'at about the law of rajah.

...******...

But as far as the father's style of thought, he still supports his daughter's religious activities.even supporting when Ichi chose the path to become Hafidzah. The third sat in the dining room. Ichi was busy watching his favorite show on television.he sat cross-legged on the tapestry.

"I hope that from my seed who lives this sapa'e, will be born a generation that still carries the Islamic flag on its shoulders" said the father responded to the desire of his daughter who wanted to enter the hafidz program at the madrasah.

"Well, the style of thinking is bad, will not conflict with Ichi later when he has understood the Qur'an?" goda Azizah made her husband chuckle.

"Ichi, I'm sure I'll have a concept with me unless he doesn't want anything like that" the man said, then continued, "After all, anyway, I don't want to be accused of being one of the people who played a role in the process of killing God" he replied lightly.

"Have you gone crazy again?" beat Azizah with annoyance.

The man laughed madly at his wife.A natural habit.None of them understood the way of the man's mind, not even his wife. only a few know it and can capture the results of his thought as a naughty idea but actually good and brilliant.

"Now I ask Umi." challenge the man with a dikulum smile. "Why did Friedrich Nietzche say God is dead, God is dead and we killed him?"

"Uh, words that are too heavy in the shallow flow of my understanding." complained Azizah as well as insinuating her husband's perverted intellect.

"No.." stalk the man. "It's true.why did he say that? is it because he's a communist?"

"Don't talk that way." - Azizah. "Never discuss something that will make Abi excommunicated citizens of the Pohuwato Regency. Abi still remember the 2010 case yesterday in Pesantren Hidayatullah?" angled.

The man was silent when Azizah brought up the event.A misunderstanding of the concept in understanding the position of the Qur'an made him swallow the test in non-job right by the institution, it was, even word spread that he spread false thoughts.None of the madrazas in the city of Marisa who received it. The man was affected by post-power syndrome which made him confused and finally could only pray repentance and collect God's justice for him.

O Allah, if my thoughts cause them to lose faith in You, then forgive me, for I am only Your servant who seeks to place the concept of the Qur'an upon them. but if I am right and only those who do not understand the concept of my translation, then leave it alone and give back the fortune You promised to Your weak servants.

God answered the man's prayer. he faced the Staff Department at the Education Office of Pohuwato Regency and explained about the background of the event and its complaints that experienced post-power syndrome symptoms due to non-jobkan by the institution.

The Chief of Staff then mutated the man to Patilanggio Subdistrict and returned to serve a Pesantren Cottage there in Iloheluma Village. Usut had a stroke, it turns out that the leader of the cottage had a concept of thought that was somewhat similar to the man's style of thinking so that he understood the man's description of the concept of the Qur'an itself.

Even the leader of the cottage quipped him while chuckling. "You're so smart, you're so smart, even people will never understand, what you're saying."

The man regained his senses from that memory and sighed. "I am merely explaining the concept of the death of God (not God) from Nietzche's point of view as a renaissance. death in his viewpoint was the loss of European belief at that time in the doctrines of the church which they considered incapable of answering the development of the era when the industrial revolution swept the European continent at that time." he then folded his hands, continued. "The religion of that time was unable to answer their spiritual anxiety, plus the behavior of the clergy who preached the teachings of religion for their own benefit."

"What-like?" sela Ichi is fishing for her father.

"Indulgence.." replied the man calmly. []