A UNITY THAT CANNOT BE UNITED

BULLIESS...

As usual. The first Ichi was present at that place. The girl educated her parents as disciplined as possible. The era that began to approach the apocalypse increasingly removes the barrier that the establishment robs the character of fighters in every child of the nation.

The father and mother, most hate to see Ichi if it is immersed in online game play. Its innards must be like aliens imprisoned in a virtual bulkhead hidden in the reality of human life.

Only one way Azizah did to forcibly withdraw her daughter who was trapped in the condition of subsconcius ritual. Longungu (hard slap bended) or tedu'o waw tepa'o (tap and kick) in the butt region, will certainly make the girl wake up and slam her legs with annoyance if treated so by her mother.

The father never forbade anything Ichi did. In principle, as long as it does not violate the Shari'a, ethics, and obedience to parents, yes. The father who is a teacher does have thoughts that will certainly be stamped by conventional educators bin orthodox because it looks like the style of Shaykh Siti Jinnar. Who can understand the man's mind style and at the same time argue and silence him, is just someone who has a mind of the caliber of Jebeng (Sunan) Kalijaga.

Why so?

There are several arch rivals in this world that are a counterbalance to the ecosystem of human thought about the universe. In the concept of puppet known rival Arjuna-Karna, if talking about the rivalry among the salaf scholars, probably classed Umar bin Khatthab versus Abu Bakr ash-Shiddiqh.

The case of impeachment of the father of Pesantren Hidayatullah Marisa at that time (The father called the institution as Hiddentullen😁😁😁) was caused by misunderstanding the concept of thought because most teachers and people of the foundation having textual-based thinking, while the man has a contextual thinking style about the position of the Qur'an itself.

There are still many errors that the father exhibits in terms of thought. That is why, the rival is the class people Thariq Modanggu, S.Ag, M.Pd.I (now serving as North Gorontalo Wabup) or Arton Nasaru, S.Ag, M.Sc. (Leader of Yapis Al-Ihsaan Patilanggio) who is equally philosophical. For anyone who sees the father will certainly consider the man to be a Thought Dajjal.

Ichi stepped leisurely after parking his electric motorcycle, crossing the field towards his class. But he heard voices on the side of the building. Curious, the jilbaber stepped slowly and half to catch the voices.

Get him on the side of the building and take a little peek. There was a skinny man, eleven-twelve with the look of Ichi, surrounded by two students. It looks like they are in class because the bully and threatening student is talking about cheating.

Ichi. Should he prevent this? Once again the girl peeked and watched the skinny man being smeared and humiliated. Ichi's heart was worried. Shall? Let it? Shall? Let it?

Amidst the anxiety of the recesses, Jilbaber peered again and realized that the bullying was over. The two men had left laughing, as if content to challenge the thin weak man in terms of physical power.

The skinny man slowly released his body, until finally sitting squatting holding his stomach wrapped around the pain mixed with nausea that reddened the heart.

Ichi came out of hiding. The girl's steps slowly swayed until she arrived at the place of the man who was grimacing in pain.

"Are you okay?" ask Ichi slowly.

The young man looked up at a jilbabber in front of him. The girl's gaze was flat, cold yet directional. While grimacing, the young man rose slowly and stood up despite still making the wall as a lifeline of his weak body from being beaten.

"You should have reported them to the madrasa counselor" Ichi glanced for a moment at the disappearance of the two men who were bullying the young man. "They're dorm kids?"

The young man nodded. Ichi looked at the young man. "You're a dorm kid too?" angled.

"Yes." replied the young man. He grimaced again, "Freely report them to the Counsellor."

"Why?" tanya Ichi was curious.

The girl had already spent four months of her existence in the madrassa. The plan, both parents want to plan so that the girl can settle in the dormitory. The hope is certainly to train independence as well as leadership. But the pandemic managed to undo the intention of both fathers to realize that desire.

"They're office kids. A lot of support they get." said the young man softly.

"Askept?" fishing rod Ichi again.

"For example.immunity." replied the young man.

Ichi took a deep breath and exhaled him with a concerned attitude then drew closer again.

"You still have the strength to walk?" ask the girl.

"Hopefully we can." said the young man trying to get away from the wall.

Ichi swiftly grabbed the young man's hand and then swept him away from the place. The two of them walked slowly until they arrived at the gazebo. Ichi sat the young man on the side of the gazebo.

"If I'm not wrong." said the young man. "your name... Adiratna Ardhanareswari, right?" guess it.

"Yes." replied Ichi in the end. "Call me, Ichi..."

"That?" the young man then smiled, though after that he grimaced again. "Isn't Ichi, in Japanese, one?"

Ichi raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Yes.I was named Ichi, because I am single. child of puppets." replied Ichi.

"It may not be just that" said the young man again.

Ichi sighed again and then told a story. "Abi is a Weabo. When Umi was still in my house, Abi enjoyed watching Ichi movies, which is the girl who was taught the art of iaijutsu by Zatoichi, a flat smile appeared on the lips of the jilbaber.

"Your smile is beautiful." praise the young man.

NYESSSS.....WENGWENGWANG....

a faint tinge of violet appears on the surface of the skin of the cheek jilbaber but Ichi then mendehem loudly remove the baper. His gaze reappeared.

"Other times, however, however, the Bullies must be reported to the Counsellor." - Ichi. "They can't treat you that way. We humans have human rights." The girl stood up. "I'm hungry." she grimaced holding her stomach. "I'm leaving you. I'm going to the canteen...."

"Please." said the young man with a smile that slowly began to expand.

Ichi nodded slowly then turned around to take another step.

"Ichi.." call the young man, make the girl's footsteps restrained again. Ichi turned his head to look at the young man.he raised an eyebrow...

"My name is Faisal Husain Polontalo." said the young man.

I heard a moment of soft laughter. Ichi replied, "I'm not nanya.." she said.

The face of the man sitting in the gazebo was flushed. Chances are he's embarrassed on the girl's sogol. Ichi immediately laughed, "But thank you, for telling me your name... Is.." said Ichi waved his hand then turned around again and stepped quickly to leave the gazebo.

"Is?.." muttered the young man for a moment, then smiled.

While Ichi had walked a long way down the streets of SIS al-Jufri to the cafeteria, buying his favorite yellow rice.

...*****...

Ichi followed the lecture delivered by Ustadz Gau on the importance of knowing the qualities and powers of God. It was the turn of the tsanawiyah madrasa children to attend the event, from 7th to 9th grade, except those who menstruate. Educators among the women were told to check to make sure the girls were not lying. For those affected by menstruation, are told to do cleanliness in the classroom and the garden during the blazing, monitored by each classroom guardianship.

The mosque room was filled with the number of students of tsanawiyah madrasah. Ustadz Gau finished delivering his lecture material then stared at the students.

Ichi looked back and forth to see if among the students in the tiled. None of them raised their hands. Ustadz Gau nodded slowly.

"Well, I think you understand." said Ustadz Gau about to close the lecture. But he was restrained since the crowd of students who sat, pointing up on an arm.

"Yes, who raised his hand!" as Ustadz Gau said, "Please stand..."

Ichi got up and stood up straight. Ustad Gau was shocked, realizing who the girl standing was. Waddduuuhhh....

"The others first." interrupted Ustadz Gau.

Ichi understood why the man told the other students to ask. The man already knew Ichi's brain capacity was right with his father. Ichi circulated his gaze challenging anyone who was about to stand up to replace him.

Ustadz Gau was disappointed that none of the students stood up to prevent the girl from standing there. Ustadz Gau sighed.

"Yes, it's been.." said Ustadz Gau put on a face ready to receive questions that might be complicated. "What's your question?"

Ichi smiled for a moment and Ustadz Gau felt that the girl's smile was like a beautiful wangubi grin about to prey on her. Ustadz shuddered.

"Sir.is God capable of creating an object that He himself cannot lift?" ask Ichi.

Instantly the room of the mosque was excited again with the style of the nyelicious Ichi question. Some of her rivals immediately saw her as heretical, infidel and some of them only gaped in disbelief if the girl expressed questions that were so prone to shaking the territory of one's faith.

Ustadz Gau silently momentarily assessed the response of the students. The man then looked at Ichi.

"Adiratna..did you not realize that this question of yours, if not carefully observed, would cause people to lose faith in their own religious joints?" angling Ustadz Gau gazed intently at the jilbaber.

Ichi smiled for a moment he circulated his gaze to the students, whether it was colleagues, seleting or upperclassmen. The girl looked back at Ustadz Gau and threw a sly smile.

"It is precisely Ustadz must explain it now so that they can understand" said Ichi remained with his sly smile.

"They will be difficult to dive into it" said Ustadz Gau squinted. "It's a matter of monotheism, Adiratna..."

"So Ustadz can't answer that?" tukas Ichi still maintained his smile. "Even Abi who is considered heretical, is able to answer this easy question."

Suddenly a young man stood up. "Ichi.. sometimes knowledge should not be carelessly conveyed." said the young man.

Ichi looked at the young man. "Ooo... Faisal Husain." muttered the girl for a moment and smiled. "Can you answer that?"

The young man, Faisal Husain, who had received the round earlier this morning from his senior, let out a long sigh and then looked down.

"Are you able to answer that question, Brother Is?" challenge Ichi again this time around the waist splotches.

Faisal Husain raised his face to look at Ichi. "I can answer it, but on one condition."

"What's the condition?" tanya Ichi raised his chin.

Faisal looked at Ustadz Gau and came to him. The young man then sat down on his knees before the man and spoke very quietly. Ustadz Gau nodded and then stood up. He looked at all the students of the tsanawiyah madrasah.

"Trial is over this afternoon. Please all of you leave this place." said Ustadz Gau loudly.

There was a noise, a mixture of the grunts of the students and the sound of footsteps leaving the mosque room. Now Ichi, Faisal and Ustadz Gau live in that place.

"I will answer your question." said Faisal. "The second condition. never ask again questions after questions that shake the minds of friends who are still lay about the science of monotheism. Can you do it?" ask Faisal to point his finger at Ichi.

Ichi resentfully rejected the young man's hand. "About pointing at my chest." the girl grumbled. He's flaking his waist again. "Just answer my question."

Faris then stepped into a whiteboard that was used to write some da'wah material at each meeting of the pesantren pondok. The young man erased some of the writing on the whiteboard.

Faisal then took the marker placed on the side of the whiteboard and began to draw a pattern. After drawing the pattern, the young man looked at Ichi.

"You know this pattern?" faisal Fishing.

"Hey.. I know this pattern." said Ichi. "In the Avenger-End Game, Tony Stark created this pattern on his holographic table to test time-travel."

Faisal nodded. "Yes. But do you know what pattern jni is?"

"No." replied Ichi lightly.

"Lho's? You said your father explained the concept to you" Faisal said.

"Yes, but don't use pictures of the pattern." said Ichi with annoyance, "What is the pattern? Just be curious." grunts.

"This is called the Mobius Strip." Faisal replied, "This pattern is most famous in exact lessons, showing something infinite."

"Oh, if it is, I also know." said Ichi snorted, "But how can he create something that is not able to be lifted by Himself?"

"That's easy!" faisal toilet. "The way is to change the law itself. Didn't you know that Allah created laws called Sunnatullah and Inayatullah, right?"

Ichi nodded.

Faisal continued, "He will change His own law so that He can create something that He cannot lift."

Ichi's eyebrows wrinkled themselves. Faisal smiled. "Bunung huh?"

Ichi just sighed. "alright... I gave up on losing this time. From today on, I won't ask you what you think is all weird." The girl bowed flatly to Ustadz Gau. "I'm sorry, Ustadz. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa alaikum salam." replied Ustadz Gau and Faisal simultaneously. Ichi stepped out of the room and stepped out of the mosque in shaky steps.

After Ichi's death, the guy looked at Faisal. "good. You made him shut up. I guarantee after this, she'll be the coolest girl."

Faisal only smiled in response to his teacher's expression.[]