A UNITY THAT CANNOT BE UNITED

TOWARDS THE SKYLINE IN THE WESTERN UFUK...

The father went to meet the leader of Pondok Pesantren Alkhairaat Buntulia. Personally, the father expressed his desire that the princess could gain more intense religious knowledge through cottage-style education, as well as training Ichi to be fair to herself.

The head of the lodge just agreed with a smile. I don't know why, my father doesn't know either. But the man behaved like a guest.

"Later fulfilled the conditions." said the leader of the boarding school, ending their conversation. It was Sunday, when the father had to return to Tolinggula, to his workplace.

The two men shook hands and the father begged him to leave. They met at the gate.

"How's it?" ask Ichi.

The father looked at him for a moment. "Abi is still working on the conditions. You go learn." he then stepped onto his motorbike parked on the side of the SIS al-Jufri street.

Ichi chased and tutored his father who had boarded the vehicle and started the engine.

"Abi's going straight to slide?" ask Ichi. Suddenly, a feeling of longing appeared towards the father.

The father smiled, "No. Stop at home to pick up a backpack and slide." he replied. "You all right? don't be weird anymore." the message, "If you ask that mbok think first. If the question is a bit strange, you should just say to Abi. We'll find the answer together."

Ichi nodded steadily while chuckling. As usual the two did a toss five and Ichi kissed the back of his father's hand.

The iron duck carrying father's body slid away from the Alkhairaat complex. Ichi took another deep breath and stepped into the gate. His steps swung back across the school field, past the gazebo and arrived at his class.

Upon entering the classroom, Ichi encountered Reva who was just about to leave. Both cross.

"Tumben's ushered." chirped Reva.

"Alhamdulilah anyway." replied Ichi, "Calculate cost-saving."

"Who the hell?" ask Reva.

"Well me, you don't know me?" tukas Ichi with annoyance.

"Ooo.. I thought it was a boyfriend." said Reva with a grin.

"Hellooo. Just the next time you kelles." let Ichi step back towards the bench and put his bag in the desk drawer.

"Aaahhh.." Reva then laughed. "Do you think I don't know what you're doing?"

Ichi. "Foot lunge? What football player am I? Pake the term all lunge."

Reva laughing. "Indeed. You're the midfielder's specs." he said.

"I don't understand." said Ichi.

"Candidates.love midfielders!" reva laughed again.

"There's no show in the afternoon, right?" reva fishing line.

"No. But if you want to jump, I have to ask Umi's permission first." said Ichi. "Want an event?"

Reva nodded. "Just relax in the Tree of Love." he said. "My husband is celebrating his birthday again. He's Bilanv, I can invite friends. Yeah, I invited you."

"It's just me?" ask Ichi.

"Yes, no." tangkis Reva, "Friends are there too."

"Oh, then I will ask permission from Umi." said Ichi with enthusiasm. "Hopefully be allowed."

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

The father rested his body in a simple restaurant that provides buffet-style service. As a food eater, of course he is not much picky menu. It's just that, lately the father began to often avoid meat, except chicken. Animal products in addition to meat consumed are only cooked eggs that are processed either by fried or boiled. The rest, the father only ate vegetables, rivaling the number of mounds of rice that mount on his plate.

Sometimes his gaze is directed to the screen of the device, checking incoming messages whether via SMS or chat applications and social media. Finally, after browsing all the applications on the gadget, the father turned to youtube and played the movies he had downloaded while continuing to enjoy the food.

Fifteen minutes of time was spent eating a serving of two plates of rice and side dishes, after which it continued to casually slightly cool the engine of the vehicle still boiling due to the long trip. He still watched the film even though the battery has shown its electrical capacity is only 50 percent.

After enough pause to lower the stomach contents from the stomach to the intestines twelve fingers and small intestine, the father then got up while disabling all applications in his device and kept it nailed. He stepped casually towards the cashier and paid for all the buffet he had eaten just now.

The man then came out of the restaurant and sat in front of him, the father looked at his hands and feet and stroked his stomach and thighs. Amidst the ringis holding back the aches that hit his muscle fibers, the father simply smiled and nodded to himself.

My body. I know you are tired....

The father once again grimaced himself and stomped his feet.

Stay patient....

Your job is not done.

There are still many responsibilities....

After settling for a moment, the father then rose to step towards his parked vehicle.

"Let's get to Tolinggula before Maghrib" he said in dialogue with his vehicle, as if the iron goose could understand his words. For a moment the man rubbed the head of the vehicle then pulled the buffer and climbed the saddle.

There was then the sound of the roar of the vehicle when the father hit the milestone. For a moment the father checked everything attached to the vehicle including his backpack. After that, he slowly pulled the gas and Blackie, the two-wheeled iron duck began to move forward carrying the father to leave the location.

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